Into the wild
Author's Note: Hey there! So, I was browsing the fanfictions the other day and I realized there are a very few, infact, barely any stories that talk about Beckett's wild child phase. And I figured, since I am an impatient soul who cant wait for someone to write the story, why not write it myself. So here it is.
Two things you need to know about this fanfiction. 1) Johanna Beckett will be alive in this fanfiction. Atleast for the first few chapters. 2)Castle will make an appearance, as soon as I figure out how to make him and Beckett cross paths without making it look too clichéd.
And finally, to those who are following my other story 'making new memories', I haven't abandoned that one yet, I just got distracted by this one, so please be patient. Hope you like this one too.
Chapter 1
Sundays in the Beckett household were always something to look forward to. No doubt the house looked warm and welcome any day, but Sundays, they looked a little more so. And today, was no different.
Had anyone peeked in through the window late that morning, they would have seen a very sleepy, pajama-clad Kate Beckett drag herself over to the couch and plop down beside her equally sleepy looking father.
Johanna, the only other resident of the house however, was wide awake and could be heard tinkering around the spacious kitchen.
"What's she making today?" Kate whispered hungrily to her dad, who had also apparently been asleep until minutes ago.
"No idea. All I know, is that we are in trouble." Jim whispered back.
"Oh crap!" Kate said suddenly looking a bit more awake. "Hey, maybe she forgot!" she added hopefully.
"Oh yeah sure. Like the way you forgot to collect your allowance last week?" Jim Beckett shot back sarcastically. Apparently, neither papa nor baby Beckett were morning people.
Just as Kate shot her dad a dirty look, they heard Johanna call out from the kitchen.
"Brunch's ready"
"Coming" they shouted back in unison, scrambling to their feet and into the kitchen.
As they both fell onto the bar stools, they glanced at the assortment of food lying on the counter.
Smiling to herself, Kate made a mental inventory of the items. Pancakes, scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, aha! Coffee!, hash browns, ooh, a jar of nuttela and wait a minute…
"Hey mom, what's this in the crockpot here?" Kate asked, gingerly peeking at the hot concoction.
"Oh that's the Italian wedding soup." Johanna answered nonchalantly.
"Smells good." Jim said trying to soften his inevitable punishment.
"I hope! It has a special ingredient." Johanna smiled at her husband.
"What's that?" Kate asked eagerly, taking the bait.
"Guilt" Johanna said, a smug grin making its way across her face before she turned away to the freezer.
"We are so in trouble aren't we?" Jim asked his daughter who nodded sagely, her emerald green eyes wide with fear.
They both waited for her to say something. Anything, so they could calculate how deep in trouble they exactly were. But she did nothing except place two steaming bowls in front of them and hand them a spoon each.
After twenty minutes of soup-with-garlic-bread filled silence and Johanna's unwavering gaze, the father-daughter dup cracked.
"Sorry" two voices said at the same time.
Looking from her husband to daughter, sitting there with their faces puckered adorably, as if waiting for her to scream at them almost made Johanna crack a smile. Almost.
Sure, she had forgiven them long ago, but the chance to watch them squirm was just too good to pass up.
"Not yet, you aren't. But once I take away your baseball game privileges and lay a curfew on you everyday for the next month and a half, you will be. So. " She fake threatened. Jim and Kate didn't need to be told which threat was to whom.
"Whaaa…" "Not fair!" they exclaimed together.
"Really?" Johanna said, focusing on her daughter first. "What about partying till 2 in the morning and then sneaking back in through the window? Is that fair?"
Kate just sulked. She hated it when her mom was right.
"Two! You said you would be back by one!" Jim blurted out, a dirty glare from Kate reminding him that he had just incriminated himself.
"And you agreed? Great morals to teach your daughter." Johanna turned to her husband.
"Agreed? He even gave me extra money." Kate piped up, trying to get back at her father.
"For the baseball match tickets that YOU managed to score for him. On the day of his MEETING!" Johanna focused on Kate again.
"I didn't know he had a meeting" Kate defended herself.
"Yes she did. She even convinced me to skip it, just this once" Jim scowled.
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"DID NOT!"
"DID TOO!"
"ENOUGH!" Johanna's voice shut them both up.
"You" she looked at Kate "To your room. It better be sparkling clean, with you at the desk and a book in hand within 2 hours. And leave that phone down here. I want you studying, not texting."
"And you" she turned to Jim who was trying to slink back into the living room unnoticed. "To the backyard. There better not be a single stem out of place when I get there. Oh and mow the lawn while you're at it."
She waited and watched as her daughter and husband stomped away in their respective directions before taking a sip of the now cold soup.
"Ugggh! Okay, maybe not all kinds of guilt are best served cold" She muttered before taking the bowl back to the oven to re-heat it.
Author's Note: Well? *Fingers crossed and eyes shut tight*