Okay, so I've been away for like a year, and I said I would be back, and here I am.
This is an AU of where Castle Meets Beckett for the first time and by the way I do not own Castle, or anything related to it, I just own my imagination. :)
I'm easing back into this
Enjoy!
The streets were shrouded in darkness as he was making his way home. Thoughts of that mystery woman bombarded his brain. Who was she, and why did she have such an impact on him.
She'd caught him staring at her, he was intrigued. She didn't fit in at the party. She was at the bar, nursing a drink and no interactions with anyone. If he was being honest with himself, he was getting bored of these parties, the sheer superficialness of them. The people, all vain, all fake. He went to these parties knowing full well who attended. He needed to. He had a reputation to keep up. But, call him clichéd; she stood out, like a beacon of light, shining down on her. He kept his distance at first, but she fended off some grade A douche with a glare, and he was hooked. He stalked his was over to her, slowly. He was trying to make his journey towards her unassuming, completely accidental. He finally sat down on the stool next to her (it was the only one available) and ordered a drink. She didn't notice him, or so he thought. They sat in silence. He started at the glass longer after he had cleared it, trying to think of something to say to her, but not make it sound like a bad pick-up line. Finally he summoned up the nerve and blurted "Why are you here?"
The look on her face was incredulous, "Excuse me?" she asked.
"What are you doing here?" he repeated, this time with more confidence.
"I'm here to party, just like everyone else here. Why?" she answered coolly.
"Well, it just seems that you don't fit in with this crowd." He said. He was getting the hang of talking to this woman. He just hoped that he didn't cross any lines.
"And what kind of crowd do you see me fitting in with." She asked, skeptical.
"The, 'sit at home and curl up with a good book' crowd. Or that's what your posture and the fact that you've only had a couple of sips of your drink in the past two hours." Oops. His mind to mouth filter was non-existent, now he had just revealed just how long he'd been staring at her.
"Two hours huh," she simply said. Nothing more. And gulped down the last of her drink.
"Well, why don't you tell me what else I've been doing in those pat two hours then," she challenged. Oh this was easy for him. It shouldn't be, but it was.
"Okay. Well the drink thing first," she nodded, "and then you shook off Mr. I'm A Douche," another nod and the beginnings of a smile forming on her face, "brooding over your drink, err, talking to the bartender about something," nods of approval, "then talking to me." He finished.
"Okay, your stalker tendencies are shining through. But how do you know what kinds of people come to these events?" she asked, curiosity peeking through her well formed exterior.
"I know these kinds of people, I am these kinds of people, well I was, I'm sick of these kinds of people, i just want something new, fresh, surprising..." her touch on his arm stopped his rambling. She leaned up to his ear and whispered "be careful what you wish for." And she left. before he could come up with a response, and she was gone. No traces left. No other reason to be there. So he left as well.
