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Castle is still not mine yada yada yada
She couldn't remember the last time she had spoken quite so candidly about her Mother's murder, In fact she was pretty sure she never had. When did that happen? When did Richard Castle become a friend? A friend that she told stuff to, the same way she and Maddy used to through college. She had tried so hard not to like him but she'd never really wondered why that was? Truth was that he was fun and she needed fun the same way she needed a vacation! He was cute too but that was completely beside the point, Kate Beckett was not interested in play boys who were only out to break her heart.
As she approached her front door she realised that, yet again, she had been thinking about Richard freaking Castle ever since she had left him at the precinct. She shook her head and slid her key into the lock. Her apartment was cold. It was always cold, she wasn't there enough to really feel the warmth, she had once considered getting a dog, just to make it a bit more homely but after realising that she had to remind herself to eat most days, the dog wouldn't stand a chance. As she opened the fridge a smell hit her and caused her to step back 2 feet, what the hell was that smell? She peered in from where she was and, right at the back, was a takeout carton that she was pretty sure was Thai. She calculated in her head that she hadn't had Thai in over 2 weeks. She shut her fridge. She'd deal with it later.
She grabbed a glass of water and headed over to her desk, she could feel anticipation bubbling as she flicked all the necessary switches. She didn't have to wait long tonight.
POE1809: Good evening fair maiden
NY31516: Fair maiden? Seriously?
POE1809: I've been channel surfing for the last hour or so, you wouldn't believe some of the stuff that is on at this hour (not commenting on the hours you keep at work…at all!)
NY31516: What exactly are you watching? (Completely ignoring your non comment about my working hours!)
POE1809: Fire maidens of outer space…you know it? I thought the fire maiden sounded a bit too porny? Hence the FAIR maiden!
NY31516: I must have missed that one, sounds like a must see.
POE1809: Oh it is, for all the wrong reasons! Have you had a good day…in the mines?
NY31516: The mines? Really? That the best you got today?
POE1809: It's late, I got nothing better. Busy?
NY31516: It's been another long day. Sometimes I wish I could tell you, unload the crap on to you, no offence.
POE1809: None taken. I'm all ears.
NY31516: Too complicated.
Was it really that complicated though? She'd just opened her heart to Richard castle for crying out loud, this guy couldn't be any worse than him…could he? No, she was a cop, she knew better than to discuss her personal life with a stranger. She wasn't sure she could do this today. The whole Melanie Kavanaugh case had brought up feelings that she had worked hard at hiding whilst on the job. Castle had seen straight through her and she'd spilled her guts without him even having to ask, the thought that it had something to do with the blue shirt he'd been wearing made her smile wistfully before shaking the image from her head and replacing it with thoughts of him running around his loft playing laser tag with his daughter, the guy was such a child, it wasn't cute. It wasn't. At all.
POE1809: I can wait. I'm a very patient man.
NY31516: You'll be waiting a very long time I'm afraid. This is nice though, just talking.
POE1809: It is nice; it would be nicer if I knew who I was talking to though. Just one detail…please? Just hair colour
NY31516: Brown. That's ALL your getting!
POE1809: Wow you gave that up so easy, I should have asked for something more! Oh and it's you're, not your.
NY31516: I do apologise, grammar Nazi!
POE1809: Apology accepted. There's really no excuse for bad grammar, even your computer will do it for you!
NY31516: Well I'll be extra careful from now on.
POE1809: So NY, what's with the screen name? I can only assume you are from New York?
New York was a big city; by telling him she lived here she wasn't really telling him anything but the number was stupid, so stupid. It wouldn't take him long to work out what it meant. She could have put her badge number, even her birth date, but no, they were too personal. She thought it would be clever, until she started talking to someone who actually read! It would only be a matter of time before he figured it out.
NY31516: Turns out there are quite a few of us from New York on the internet and we all seem to be just as original as each other. The number was randomly chosen for me by AOL.
It was a good job he couldn't see her, he'd have known she was lying from the way she had sunk her teeth into her bottom lip and her foot was tapping along to an imaginary tune.
POE1809: That's your story and you're sticking to it right?
Dammit. How did the guy do that? Was she that transparent?
NY31516: Something like that. How was your day?
POE1809: Same as you, long. I love what I do but sometimes I am faced with things that should really only happen in books or the movies. Sometimes things just get a little too real for me. Does that make any sense?
NY31516: It makes perfect sense. Sometimes I'd love to just take myself away from it all for a few days.
POE1809: Where would you go? If you got the chance.
NY31516: I don't know. Somewhere remote where nobody knows my name.
POE1809: So not Boston then? ;o))
NY31516: A 'Cheers' fan huh?
POE1809: Who isn't?
NY31516: I preferred Frasier.
POE1809: You're going off point again.
NY31516: Apologies, again. Just give me a secluded beach and a good book and I'm happy.
POE1809: Done! I happen to know of an exquisite private beach with its own bar and I happen to know the owner very well.
NY31516: What about the book?
NY31516: WAIT…you own a beach!
POE1809: Forgive me, I own the beach house. We should go sometime, and trust me, if you came with me, it wouldn't be about the books.
NY31516: Are you drinking?
POE1809: I may have had a small glass of wine
NY31516: So then you make a habit of inviting strange women to your beach house?
POE1809: You're not a strange woman.
NY31516: How do you know? I could be a psychopath.
POE1809: But you're not.
She was starting to ask herself what she was doing. They'd been talking for long enough now, the next logical step was to meet for a coffee or lunch or…..what? She wasn't sure if she was ready for that.
NY31516: Goodnight Mr Poe!
POE1809: Goodnight NY. You may be a mystery at the moment but I will solve you, of that I'm sure. Until tomorrow.
Wait…what? Until tomorrow? Wasn't that what Castle had said to her earlier? It couldn't be….could it?
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