I know nobody likes a story where Caskett isn't Caskett. If you do wait a while though, Caskett is what you'll get!
There's five hundred, twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes in a year. That's about eight thousand, seven hundred, sixty-five hours. There's fifty-two weeks and those weeks all add up to twelve months and all this time, he just wanted her. Every last second (Which would be 3.15569e7... But lets not go overboard with the counting. Back to him.) Richard Castle used to love to roll over every morning and see a face, one that was lit up by the sun, the face of his always. His girl. Well she was his. You see, about three hundred, fifteen thousand, three hundred minutes ago, Kate Beckett decided that DC was the best thing for her right now... not a marriage.
But now, three hundred, fifteen thousand, three hundred minutes after the fight the two had, Richard found himself in Beverly hills, two thousand, six hundred, eighty-two miles away from Kate.
"Come on... Come on..." Richard grunted trying to put his watch on. "Out of all the days, you choose today." It wasn't the watch bothering him, nor the phone vibrating in his pocket, it was his mind. The left side was fighting with the right, telling Castle that going to this bar was a bad idea. But the right side of his brain was convincing him that he needed to start again, start the same way. At a party, hoping a nice, beautiful cop would tell him she had a few questions. "Finally." He breathed out shaking his wrist. He reached into his pocket and took the phone. No texts seemed important anymore. He took his keys, jacket and left for the bar.
When he arrived, it was a new feeling. His eyes used to catch on to anything that was female. But now, all he saw was the want. All they wanted was sex. But the problem here was that Rick only wanted love. He made his way across the floor. Night time bars always get like this in Beverly Hills, the bars are always hot and sweaty. Rick found himself at the bar ordering.
"Can i get a Scotch?" He said leaning across the bar so the tender could hear him.
"Make that two." A woman said leaning on her elbow looking upon Rick. She handed the Tender some cash. "I'll pay this time, handsome."
Rick turned towards her handing her the drink. Brown hair, not the color of Kate but, he thinks he can manage. "What's a woman like you, doing in a bar like this?"
She smiled at the ground, "Most girls come here to get a man in bed but, I'm here to convince a man to join a business I'm with. A big one at that."
"A business?" He chuckled. "What kind of business?"
"I'd say, it definitely kills better than any other business. Our rates are through the roof." She got closer to hip placing the glass on the bar. "I must say, i am very persuasive." She kissed his cheek. "Why don't you agree to this Mr. Castle?"
"Wait i never told you my name..." He leant back so he could look at her face. "How did you know?"
"You're my favorite novelist. Why wouldn't I know your name?" She chuckled. "But Rick. I'm serious... Join." She slid her hands down his chest. "I think we both know that you need some more excitement in your life."
He just stood. He didn't have any emotion, yet he wanted to. He wanted to get aroused, rough and dirty in bed with what seems to be his newest co-worker. But her hands... They don't feel like Kates. Her smell, It isn't cherries. But Kate didn't want the marriage life he wanted with her, she didn't want an always just yet. So since they weren't talking, let alone dating... Castle tried to take the car for a though this whole thing seemed like he was cheating. 'You're not cheating.' He said to himself. 'You're single, remember?'
(Was gonna do a sex scene but why write a sex scene if it's not caskett am I right?)
The next morning Rick awoke in the backseat of his car with the woman from the bar on his chest. Her hair really looked like Kate's now, all sprawled out on his neck.. It was a beautiful sight. Rick picked up her jacket to lay it on her back. As he did a paper came out of the pocket. He leant over, trying hard not to wake her. He grabbed it and settled back into the seat, unfolding it. "George walker... Jennifer Playton?" What was this? They're names. It's a random sheet full of names.
"What are you doing?" The woman said tiredly, raising her head.
"Who's George Walker?" He said waving the sheet.
"Okay. That's what I wanted to talk to you about." She life ten heralded up by putting we hands on his chest, "Get your pants on cause we need to talk about this business that you're now in."
"I don't even need an interview?"
"Trust me. You made a great first impression."
