Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Castle whatsoever, ABC does.

A/N: This is my first fanfiction, I'm not entirely sure if this falls under the crossover category, if you guys could tell me that would be great. Reviews and honest options are greatly appreciated; all that I ask is do not be insulting. There is a big difference between constructive criticism and insults, otherwise enjoy!

Summary continued- On "Bring-your-kid-to-work-day" Castle takes Alexis to the Precinct, while she is there, a handsome delivery boy arrives with a package for Detective Beckett. She has an interesting "conversation" with him, leaving her wondering where she's seen him before. Later during a case, she finds out that he is the son of a very rich and powerful businessman hiding a dark past. Over time their relationship grows stronger, evolving into a wildfire of passion. Will they overcome the obstacles of even the supernatural, or will they burn to ashes in the flames?

Chapter 1: A familiar face? (Alexis)

Considering the fact that I'm a high school senior I think I was getting a bit old to participate in the "Bring-your-kid-to-work-day." But no, Dad insisted. The second thing to consider is that Dad is a writer. So there wasn't anywhere he could really bring me since he makes a living off of sitting behind his laptop at home. But lately he has been hanging around the NYPD at the Twelfth Precinct for the latest research for his latest series of novels (approved by the mayor himself, whom he is personal friends with), the "Nikki Heat" series. Dad has been hanging around there for about five years now; he definitely has enough research to write at least a hundred mystery novels. His real reason for going back is to spend time with Homicide Detective Kate Beckett, whom dad has a thing for.

Anyways I didn't really have anything to do today, considering it was a Saturday he on which insisted on bringing me to "work". I had nothing to lose, so I grudgingly came along. However the fact that I could be using my time to study for my AP exams was nagging me in the back of my mind. As I watched dad build crazy theories with Detective Beckett (by the way the two of them are happily dating as of now), I grew more and more impatient.

Sometime halfway through the day, a boy came stepping out of the elevator with a massive package in his arms. He walked up to Kate, who obviously appeared to be the one in charge and asked her, "Are you Detective Beckett?"

"Yes that's me. Can I help you?"

"Yeah, your smart board you ordered just came in. I'm here to deliver it."

Just then Ryan and Esposito came down the hallway.

"Eh yo, Beckett! We got uniforms bringing in a suspect right now. He's ready for interrogation." Informed Esposito.

"Okay, I'll be right there in a minute." She turned back to the delivery boy and hastily replied "Just leave that next to my desk. Thanks for dropping it off for me."

He nodded curtly, and then Kate Beckett was gone with a swoosh of her blazer, Dad following her close behind.

Dad seemed to remember that I was there too and turned to me, but before words even came out, I told him I would be sitting this one out. Seeming to understand he left.

The first thing I noticed about the delivery boy were his eyes. His eyes betrayed the friendly smile he had about him, painting a false canvas of happiness for the sake of others. His eyes told another story altogether. They were cold and sad; I could tell he was hurting on the inside. There was also a great trace of anger left in there too, but I could tell that the anger wasn't directed at me. It was for someone else, most likely the same someone who had hurt him when he was still a boy. Whatever it was, it was still haunting him. Its impact had permanently etched itself into his cold orbs.

"Hey." He said quietly looking straight at me. "I like your outfit Alexis." He gestured to my sky blue satin skirt.

"Oh. Thanks." With cute looking guys like this one, I probably would've blushed, but he seemed different. Most would complement my apparel or appearance to just flirt, but he didn't seem interested in me in that way at all. He simply replied as to find something to talk about, to break the silence while his eyes far away in another world. If I wasn't so busy analyzing him, I probably would've noticed how despite the sad air about him his looks were good enough to make him a model. The boy had a shaggy mane of black hair and dark brown eyes. In fact they were so dark to the point that one could call them black. He had a nice tan, the kind that everyone wanted to get during summer along with his perfectly fit body. He wasn't ripped per say but he had muscles that defined his body. He wore a leather jacket with a t-shirt underneath, along with black bleached jeans and a pair of Converse shoes. For most guys this type of apparel would most likely get them labeled as a metal head or emo, but this one managed to pull it off as mysterious and yes, I will admit it, sexy. Even though most likely he wasn't trying to be sexy, it was just an added bonus.

For the first time since he had spoken to me, I just then realized he knew my name. If I wasn't so distracted by him, I probably would've realized that sooner. "How do you know my name?" I managed to choke out, once I found my voice again.

The boy suppressed the smile that played upon his lips. "I go to your school. I have calculus with you in third period."

Wow. Now this was embarrassing… just my luck. I wracked my brains trying to remember. Heck the sad thing is that I don't have any memory of him ever being in my class. I would surely remember a guy as cute as him. Was I really all that caught up in my own little world to not notice?

I could feel the blush rising to my cheeks; I suddenly became interested at a speck of dirt on my shoes. He must've notice how flustered I looked, because instead of teasing my like any other boy would've, he just chuckled slightly and said reassuringly "It's okay if you don't remember me. I get that a lot. It's not like I talk much. I keep myself to myself." He then did something completely unexpected, which totally caught me off guard. Sticking his hand under my chin, he tipped my head up forcing me to look him directly in the eyes; only this time the coldness had melted away replaced with a warm and cozy look about them. "Hey, don't beat yourself up on this, it's fine, really. It's me Charlie." He then dropped his hand and turned to leave the Precinct.

"Wait!" I blurted out before I could stop myself. What was I getting myself into? This time it was my turn to surprise myself. "Have we met before?" Where did that question come from?

Before I could dwell on that thought he smiled his reply and said "See you soon. Alexis." With that, he entered the elevator and I watched the doors close in front of his figure the smile still on his face.

I stood there for what seemed like eons just staring at the elevator doors. Perhaps some part of me wished they would open back up and we could continue on with our conversation where we left off, but whatever it was, I knew I was deluding myself, and yet I could not tear my gaze away. Only until dad came back with Beckett, Ryan, and Esposito did I break my trance.

"Hey baby, who was that? What's the matter?" He said noticing my expression.

"I'm not really sure…" I replied very slowly as if I had to think hard about the sentence I was trying to form. The gears in my head were whirring. If there was one thing I was sure about, it was that I was definitely not getting any sleep that night. I would be thinking of the mysterious leather jacket boy and trying to think through where I had met him before… Besides school.