Welcome readers!
This my third fanfiction about Castle. I wrote it months ago in Italian… here's the English version.
I have to thank Katrina and reader300, they helped me translating it properly (it was awful): grazie mille! :)
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BECKETT, I'M IN LOVE!
"Beckett, I'm in love!"
The detective's heart sank as soon as she heard Castle say those words.
She was at her desk checking a file when the writer arrived and sat down with a sigh, before making that revelation and staring blankly ahead.
Did he really say the words she perceived?
Was he referring to her? Was that a declaration?
Without any notice he was suddenly confessing to love her, which awfully embarrassed her.
How could he think that was the right way?
How could he say that sort of thing, throwing it out, without even creating a little of romantic atmosphere?
For the first second Beckett hated Castle for making her upset.
But maybe he wasn't referring to her.
But then… could he be confiding in her instead?
With no politeness he was confessing to love another woman, this awfully annoyed her.
How could he have so little respect for her?
How could he be so selfish to say that sort of thing to a person he used to flirt with every day systematically?
For another second Beckett hated Castle for cheating on her.
In the third second the cop told herself the information didn't affect her.
If it was a declaration it was better for that Master of Dialect to spend more time on finding the right words.
If it was a confidence… it didn't matter.
She wouldn't show him any inner turmoil.
After all there was nothing between them…
"I'm happy for you, Castle. Who's the unlucky one?"
Because dating an egocentric like him would certainly not be pleasant…
"Her name is Sandy."
So it was true! He did find another woman.
Moreover, another woman with a Barbie name, surely all boobs, no brain.
"Fantastic."
She strived to seem convincing.
"Yeah, she's adorable."
Adorable? Didn't he say that she was adorable? That playboy recycled his lines.
He probably told every one of his women they were extraordinary too.
Not that she was interested in Castle's love life…
"And what does she do?"
She was probably a model or a starlet.
"She mostly gets cuddled."
Beckett swallowed hard. She was undecided between hoping the girl was a prostitute or a social climber.
"Are you talking about a kitten, Castle?"
Sarcasm was the best weapon of defense.
Defense from what, anyway? She was just conversing with a workmate…
"No, she's not a kitten."
The woman thought that maybe that new girlfriend was cat enough to purr to obtain what she desired. Namely, the bank account of a best-selling author.
But that thing clearly had the tiniest interest for the detective…
"It's a puppy."
"A what?"
Now he was even revealing the nicknames he used intimately with Barbie, the cuddly. A woman who had probably reached maturity just the week before, which was why she was still a puppy.
Anyway, he could be with whomever he wanted.
In short, Castle's girls didn't concern her…
"A puppy, a little dog. Alexis got it as a birthday present for Ashley and it's at our place for some days, until the party."
It was really a puppy? One of those four-legged pets with a tiny tail and a black nose?
"You should see her, Beckett. She's amazing! Yesterday I spent the whole afternoon overcuddling her on the sofa and she didn't stop for a while. She's all white, with this funny dark spot on one eye and another on the top of her tail. I think you'd like her a lot."
"I already adore her."