A/N: Sorry it took me so long. And sorry it sucks. The next is really better in my head, I just have to sit down and write it. And season 5 starts NEXT WEEK! AHAHA I'm so excited!
Chapter Two - A Magical Meeting
Almost every Saturday, thirteen year old Kate Beckett would escape the usually empty apartment to take a walk in the streets of New York City with her grandfather. They would get a bagel or a hot dog, something that her mother never approved, and then go to Drake's Magic shop. Every magic trick Kate knew she either learned from her grandfather, or at the shop.
"So how's school?" Her grandfather asked her as they entered the shop.
"Fine, I suppose," she looked around her, absorbing the shop's special atmosphere. It smelled wonderfully, like old dusted books, and wood, and mystery.
"Suppose?"
"Everything is okay," she sighed.
"You know, you sound a lot like your mother."
Kate rolled her eyes at him, but didn't say anything further. Instead, she picked up a box that said "Lights from Anywhere."
"Do you know how to use that?" A voice asked behind her.
Kate turned around to see a tall, impressive man with grey hair.
"Mr. Drake," Her grandfather stretched his hand out for a shake.
"Marvin," Mr. Drake took her grandfather's hand in his, "Good to see you."
As the two men started a conversation, Kate wondered into the depth of the shop, every once in a while stopping to pick something up for a closer look. She between the boxes and the cards there was a black and white poster of a man wearing an old fashioned suit. He had a broad smile and a knowing look, as if there was something he knew that no one else did. At the bottom of the poster the words "Nothing is Impossible" were written.
"That's David Berglas, you know," someone said by her side. Kate looked in surprise at the young man standing next to her. He seemed to be in his twenties, wearing a red dress shirt and jeans, his hair sticking up in a funny looking mess.
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," he said.
"Oh, it's okay," Kate stared at him.
"What? Is my hair not looking good?" he asked, half smiling.
Kate smiled back at him.
"So who is David Berglas?" she asked.
The young man cleared his throat, and started speaking in a narrator kind of voice, "He turns the world of science upside down, and there seems to be no explanations for the feats he performs. He is David Berglas."
Kate laughed. "First time I've ever heard of him."
"Yeah, he may not be Houdini, but he's pretty cool."
They stood silent for a moment, until he said, "I'm Rick, by the way."
"Kate."
"So what a fine lady like do is doing here?"
"My grandfather is an amateur magician, so he takes me here a lot."
"Really?" He looked down at her, "I'm here quite often, and that's the first time I have seen you."
"Well, maybe you're not here as often as you think," Kate answered with her typical I-know-better-than-you tone.
"Heh. I don't like that much anymore." He said. "I mean, I really thought you seem nice for a ten year old, but I guess you're not."
"A ten year old?" wide-eyed Kate asked in disbelief. "I'm thirteen!"
"Thirteen… Ten… What's the difference?"
"I don't like you much either," Kate crossed her hands over her chest, and turned back to the poster.
"Fine," Rick said, turning away from her as well.
"Fine."
They stood in silence for almost a minute, until Kate heard her grandfather calling for her.
"I'm coming!" she gave Rick one more looking, narrowing her eyes in anger, and then left.
Behind her Rick was making a face, annoyed at himself for letting a thirteen year old girl to get on his nerves.
A/N: So sorry this is so short.