Disclaimer: Does anyone actually believe I could be Marlowe at this point?
A/N: To the Kate to my Castle, it may not be a whole book but will a chapter do?
Chapter One
"You don't know how lovely you are"
Six Months Later
"Do you think he's going to propose any time soon?" Mindy asked as she shoved a forkful of pasta into her mouth. It was Friday evening and Kate was out for a "girls' night" with her best friend Mindy at a local restaurant right in the heart of Boston.
She'd been living in Boston with Will for five months now and had managed to get up into vice in the Boston PD. Her relationship with Will seemed to be doing better and Kate thought it may be possible that Will was going to propose. Whether she was ready for it or not was a different story. "He might," she responded vaguely.
"You don't seem excited at the idea."
Kate shrugged. She did like the idea of marriage but she always thought of herself as the "one and done" type and she wasn't sure that Will was her "one".
"What's the problem?" Mindy asked. She had noticed that Kate had been a little off for a couple days now ever since Will had been spotted walking out of a jewelry store. It was nowhere near Christmas or Kate's birthday so the only logical reason Kate and Mindy could come up with was that he was going to propose.
Kate sighed, "Nothing I guess. Will and I are fine. Just fine. That's all we're ever going to be—just fine."
"You don't love him do you?"
"It isn't that exactly," Kate said even though it was. "I do love Will," she started, echoing her thoughts from all those months ago when she debated whether she was going to follow him to Boston or not, "I'm just not in love with him."
That was exactly what Mindy was waiting for. "I know," she said gently. She figured that one out almost as soon as she met her.
Kate sighed. "I just don't know if I'm capable of loving anyone."
"Of course you are Kate," Mindy told her, setting her hand on her shoulder. "You have no clue just how amazing you are. You're smart, beautiful, caring. Besides that, you love your dad and I don't you?"
"Of course but you guys are my family. I mean, I don't know if I'm capable of loving someone like my dad loved my mom. I just don't want to get hurt again Mindy."
"Not everyone will hurt or leave you Kate. Don't think you're incapable of loving Kate. Just look at how much you've fallen for that author whose books you're obsessed with."
"I' not obsessed with Richard Castle's books and I'm not in love with him!"
Mindy chuckled, lightening the mood. "You should see how red your face s right now."
Kate blushed even more. Okay, so she may be slightly obsessed with his books but you can't be in love with someone you've never met.
Luckily Kate didn't have to answer to that as her phone chose this moment to ring. "Beckett," she answered, thinking about how weird it would be to answer with "Sorenson" if she and Will got married.
"Ms. Beckett..."
As Kate listened, all colour slowly drained from her face. It was ashen as she hung up and turned to Mindy.
"Kate? Kate what's wrong?" Mindy frantically asked her friend.
Kate couldn't speak past the lump in her throat—she could barely even breathe.
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