My mother always used to say "Expect the Unexpected", and I never really knew want she meant. I haven't heard her say that in 13 years, because she was murdered one week before I was supposed to go back to college.
After her murder I felt that I needed to give everyone the justice I never got. So I became one of New Yorks best homicide detectives. I was a tough, no non sense, female cop, until he came into my life. Richard Castle, the mystery novelist that i fell in love with so may year before we meet, and just happens to be shadowing me and my team. One thing I never told him is that his books were the only thing that kept me sane after mother death.
Ever since her death I had built these walls that made me the cop I am today, these walls kept me looking straight. They kept me from digging into her murder again and even have the kind of relationship I need. But after Castle came into my life every day I feel the walls crumble more, and more.
This past week has been extremely overwhelming for me and my team, we had a case were the young woman was kidnapped as a young child. Her abductors had just got out of prison two weeks ago. She was found stabbed in her own office. That was enough time for the abductors to find where she lives, works, and information they desired. We arrested them this afternoon; they'll be in prison for life.
Victim with past are always the hardest, you always uncover the most secrets and lies. These things are what potentially ruin this individual life. In this case it wasn't it was her past. Especially with this type of case but with others I always wonder as I ponder the possible leads, 'will the ghosts of my mother come back to haunt me after digging a little too deep?' I had my mother murder's tuck away in my conscious, until Castle came and snuck his 9 year- old- on- a –sugar- rush nose into the case without my permission, it lead to me digging deeper and finding the killer, but not who hired him.
Now as I sit at Remy's diner, and come out of my deep slumber of daydreams. I can feel his presence just as I feel it every day when he comes into the precinct with my coffee. Our on little way of saying "I love you, but I won't say it yet", also with our other spoken phrase "Always". But today something's different, like he's holding back. Recently his high school daughter, Alexis, mentioned going to college across the country with her boyfriend, and ever since then he has acted differently. But this is different, like he's nervous.
I invite him to sit as he reaches my booth; he sits but doesn't say anything. So I ask what wrong. All he says is "I love you". I was in shock, I knew that we cared for each other, and would do anything to protect the other but this was so out of the blue! Over the past 3 year I grow to know that I can trust with anything, but for the past few months I begin to love him. He was the one person who understood the way I go crazy over cases and that I truly have to put my mother case to rest, or I would have the kind of life I was meant to have.
These were truly the best words ever to come out of Richard Castle's mouth, and that he was the only person in the world that could understand my walls that I built. When I come out of my second crazy day dream, I begin to realize that I really, and truly do love Richard Castle, the one novelist in this world that helped me understand how to deal with life after death, and then I say" I love you too". Then I feel al the remaining pieces of my walls come down, and I realize what my mother meant when she said "Expect the Unexpected".
