The Mirror
Kelly Nieman dropped her bag on the motel bed and headed to the window. She looked out at the scene, running her hands through her hair, a somewhat enigmatic smile touching her lips. Eventually she drew the curtains, checked the door was locked and stripped to her underclothes before pulling her cosmetic purse from the bag and heading to the bathroom.
Turning on the lights, she searched for and found the little box, unscrewed the lids and leaning forward over the sink, removed the blue contact lenses before dropping them into their respective partitions. Carefully she replaced the tops and tucked them into the bag before applying some eye drops to ease the tiredness in her eyes.
After blinking a few times she slid her fingers under the edge of the wig made from real human hair before easing it backwards off her head. Laying it over the edge of the sink, she ruffled her hair before stretching and looking closely into the mirror.
Brown eyes stared back at him, the short brown hair framing the face which he was still not totally used to. It had been six months of painful surgery, of less painful but exacting vocalisation. The results; not even his mother would recognise him now, and as for Castle and Beckett … the sensual lips curled into a cruel sneer … they just had no idea what they were about to face.
AN: Sorry just did a bit of editing, I had the word 'drop' about five times in that short text ... yuck!