Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated this story in a while, I've been so focused on finishing my costumes for Comic Con, which is in a week. Just to let you guys know, I'm not very good with writing SYOC's of any kind, and all of my other stories have some aspect of a SYOC in them, and they all follow the storyline from whatever I've written them off of. So, sadly, I've decided to discontinue all of my fanfictions besides this one, because it's mostly from my mind, just using some of the characters and setting from the TV show. Without further ado, here's chapter 3.
Katrina's POV
It's so difficult to wake up in a different environment than used to, environment being Rick's apartment. I awaken in a plush bed with soft blankets and squishy pillows, the warm smell of home stinging my nose. When I open my eyes was when I realized that I wasn't in my room, I was in my temporary room in the Castle household. Sighing, because this meant that I wasn't having a nightmare and my parents really are dead, I tucked my arms under my head and watched the way the dust particles spun in the thin streams of morning light coming through the window on the wall to my right. After a few moments of silence, mourning my mother and father after their horrible deaths, I turn on my side, facing the bedside table. Reaching over, I lazily tug on my phone charger and grab the iPhone once it's free from the cord. When in turn on the lock screen, I discover its 5:48 in the morning and I've had nearly fifteen missed texts and phone calls from Jaxon, all of them in a worried panic. I enter my passcode and read the texts he sent me, which started around 2 in the morning and ended about an hour ago.
Kit-Kat, I just heard about your parents, are you okay?
Please tell me you're okay, and that your phone is dead.
Kat, please, I need you to answer me, I'm so scared.
That was about the time when the first few phone calls came around. Damn, I thought to myself, feeling a hard pang of guilt against me as I left him in the dark. I hope Jax is alright, he probably hasn't been able to sleep all night.
Katrina, please, please, I need to know that you're okay.
Katrina, I'm still so afraid, but I need you to confirm that you're alive.
I haven't seen anything about your death, only your parents. Let me know when you're awake.
Katrina, I love you, I love you so, so much. Please, tell me you're still alive.
That's when the last round of phone calls came in. I decide that a text shouldn't be what I do to someone who I love and who I couldn't get back to when they thought I was dead. I click on his contact and pull my phone to his ear after I dial his number. There's barely a ring until he answers, and from the sound of his voice, he's both relieved and panicked. "Katrina," he says quickly. "Is that you?"
"It's me, Jax, it's me," I say to him, smiling at the sound of his voice. I almost laugh from relief and hysteria that has built up within me. "I'm alive, and still in love with you."
He sighs and then laughs. I can almost feel his smile, and I clutch his warm sweatshirt tighter against me. It still has his smell, the warm clean clothes with a splash of his cologne. "It's good to hear from you," his lightly husky voice says, probably from a lack of sleep. "Where are you?"
I take a deep breath and sit up, looking at the wall before answering, knowing Jaxon will freak out. "I've been given temporary shelter by Richard Castle," I say slowly, pulling my phone a few inches away from my face, knowing what comes next.
I hear a scream on the other end and put my phone back on my ear, listening to him clear his throat before calmly saying, "Are you kidding?"
I chuckled before smiling and responding to his question. "No I am not, Mr. Rogers," I say jokingly, feeling his smile radiate over the phone. "I am currently in Mr. Castle's guest room on his second floor in his New York apartment."
Jaxon laughs and sighs. "You're so lucky. Hey, I was thinking, since you escaped near death, would you like to spend the day with me?" The eighteen-year-old asks me, his voice filled with relief and happiness.
I feel my stomach do a flip, as I haven't seen Jaxon in over a week, considering we're out of school already. My smile grows wider at the thought of being alone with him once again, even if it's just for a few hours. He can probably sense my smile over the phone, so I collect myself and take in a deep breath. "I would love to. Meet me at the 12th Precinct in a few hours."
We say our goodbyes and hang up. Kicking the sheets off me, I stand up and decide I should be a respectful guest. So, I walk down the hall and into the empty first floor before heading into the kitchen and opening up the fridge, grabbing the eggs and bacon. I also open the cabinets and grab ingredients to make pancakes along with the coffee beans.
I start off by turning on the stove and brewing the coffee. Pulling the pans out from under the stove, I open the bacon and place a few strips on the skillet. I crack the eggs and mix the ingredients until I get the smooth batter, pouring it into the pan as I begin flipping both the pancakes and the bacon.
Once I've made ten pancakes, I stack them up by two on five plates. Then I pour five cups of finished coffee, place three strips of bacon on each plate, and start the scrambled eggs. Once those are finished, I distribute the amount evenly, sprinkle each with a little salt and pepper, and grab the butter and syrup. I place a little bit of butter on the top of the pancakes and pour syrup over each. Finally, once breakfast is finished, I set the plates on the dining table and am greeted with the calling, "Do I smell bacon and coffee?"
Turning, I see Rick followed by Detective Beckett from his room. The last two cups of coffee are in my hands, so I turn to the engaged duo and walk towards them. "Yes you do, Castle," I say to him, handing the steaming mugs to the two walking towards me. Ricks face lights up like a Christmas tree and Beckett smiles gratefully at me.
"Best. Guest. Ever," Rick says, taking a sip of his coffee and smiling at me once he swallows. "You didn't have to do this, Katrina," he says to me after he smiles at Detective Beckett.
"It was my pleasure," I say to them, smiling proudly at my hosts. "You gave me a place to stay, so I returned the favor." I turn around, gesturing my hands to the dining table. "Breakfast is served," I say.
Alexis and Martha, Rick's mother and daughter, come down the stairs, looking exhausted. "Do I smell pancakes?" Alexis asks me, almost smiling as she heads into the kitchen and sits down at one of the plates. Martha follows her, thankful to get her hands on coffee.
I sit down with the rest of the family and start eating with the rest of them. I don't want to brag, but Jaxon taught me how to make incredible food, and they all seem to think so as well. I watch, slowly chewing my pancakes, as the other four eat and sigh, their faces showing pleasure. I chuckle as I swallow and sip my coffee. After that, we all eat quickly. I'm the first one finished, and I drop my plate, mug, and utensils in the sink when Alexis offers to clean up. Beckett and Castle both thank me many times, and Martha offers me a thumbs-up, as she's busy with her coffee and eggs. Alexis smiles at me before calling a thanks as I head up the stairs.
There's a bathroom connected to my bedroom, so I step in a turn on the shower, letting it heat up. Stepping back into my room, I strip myself of my sleepwear, which consists of Jaxon's 'Kentucky Wildcats' sweatshirt-as that's his favorite college sports team, a pair of really short black shorts, and my 'Hunger Games: Catching Fire' tank top. In just my undergarments, I step back into the bathroom and close the door behind me. I take off my last bit of clothing before stepping over to the shower and adjusting the water, climbing into the warm stream.
After washing my body and shaving my legs, I turn off the water and grab the fluffy towels that are hung up in the room. I quickly brush my teeth after wiping off the foggy mirror. I roll on my deodorant and apply a light amount of perfume. Grabbing the undergarments off the floor, I step out into the cool room. I open the closet, which holds my clothes. Detective Beckett got me access back into my old home so I could grab my things last night. I pull on a new pair of undergarments, a black flowing tank top, my black skinny jeans, my light sweatshirt, and my socks. Back in my bedroom, I chuck my sleepwear on the bed and pull on my high-top converse. I dry my brown hair and let the cascading locks fall down my back, brushing the waves and lightly ruffling them to give it 'style.' Personally, I don't know the first thing about fashion. I was always the girl pushed out from all of the other female groups, so I stuck with the guys, and they never cared about what I wore-or at least that's what I thought-so I always wear dark colors, as they get along well and I don't have to worry about "matching" my underwear and t-shirt.
Walking down the stairs, I join Detective Beckett as we wait for Rick. She's so nice, and I know it's her job but I want to thank her fourteen times over for taking the time to investigate my parent's murder. We speak briefly, and I learn that she's like Richard, so I understand why they get along well. She even asks me to call her Kate when we're not at the precinct, as she believes that Rick has taken me under his wing with the writing business and wants me to be his muse. I already have my story that I'm writing, so I tell her about it. It's about two teenagers, a boy and a girl, who live in a terrible future, where the rich and the poor are separated. The girl lives poorly, and the boy lives in the rich life, as his parents were the founders of a rich company that invented a way to have dark energy powers implanted into people. Well, the boy was disowned from his family because the people in the poor areas-also known as the Slums-don't have cops. Well, there are people who are trying to recruit kids into the "police force," but their really recruiting them into an underground army to overthrow the government of America and take control. The people in the Rich Districts believe there is actually a police force, but they must disown their kids if they want to let them join the "force." So, the boy is disowned, but he's been to the Slums before, so he knows this is a scam. He finds the girl who lives in the Slums and they begin to lead the kids away from the recruiters. I want to tell Kate more, but Rick soon walks out.
"But while they're doing this, they're becoming the enemy of the-"
"Who's becoming the enemy of who?"
Kate and I look up at Castle, who walks out of his office. She smiles and I look down, embarrassed that he caught us speaking about my story that I'm too afraid to speak of. "Nobody, Castle," Kate says, coming to my aid after glancing at me. "Katrina was just telling me about the story she's writing."
And just like that, my aid is gone.
The whole ride to the 12th Precinct, Castle talked off my ear as he complains about wanting to hear my story and why I told Kate but didn't tell him. Beckett is in a giggle fit at my embarrassment, something I wouldn't expect from the serious detective. When we finally pull in, I leap out of the car and try to get ahead of them so I can find Jaxon, hopefully getting away from all of this madness.
~xXx~
I'm sitting in the break room of the precinct, my phone on the table as I wait for him to arrive. I take slow, small sips of my steaming coffee that I'm "more than welcome" to have. Since I'm under Witness Protection, I had to let Rick and Kate know exactly where I was going and with whom. It felt a little embarrassing, letting them know I would be at my boyfriend's personal apartment. Hell, they even did a background check, discovering the only law troubling thing he's done was get a ticket for having his taillight out at night. Kate said that he wasn't dangerous, so we didn't need any protection around the place, but her Captain, Victoria Gates, placed a unit on the block.
Beckett pokes her head in the door, her phone by her ear. "Someone is here to see you, is it him?" She asks, looking at me with serious eyes but a smirk on her face. Sometimes the detective is difficult to read. I nod my head and she turns to the phone. "Alright, send him up, let him know she's in the break room."
A few minutes later, the 6'2 boy is standing in the doorframe, saying my nickname lightly. I look up with a smile, seeing his young-looking face. "Jax!" I say, joy rushing over me as I jump out of my seat and rush over him. He grabs me and pulls me tightly into him, and I wrap my arms around him like vices, quite possibly hurting him, but neither of us cared. The throbbing pain in my hand that I would get from the bullet graze returned, so I pulled away from him and grabbed my phone.
I met Jaxon when I was in the seventh grade, and we've been dating ever since. He's always been how he is now—much taller than me, dirty blond hair that's short, grey eyes that shimmer in the light, and straight up muscular—but he's also just as funny and adorable as he's always been. Many people disliked us, as we were different, but we didn't care. Look at us now, on our way to publishing a story and going to college. We're more successful than anybody who decided to be rude to us.
He extends his hand to me, and I gladly accept, linking our fingers as he leads me out of the precinct and to his car.
~xXx~
"Mark Sanders," Detective Beckett says as she places the boy's picture onto the murder board under the word "suspect." The brunette backs up to her desk, which she leans on, as Detective Esposito comes up to begin reading about him.
"Arrested on many occasions for assault, possession, and attempted murder," the detective says, looking at the picture of the boy.
"He sounds like our guys," Castle says, eying his fiancée. "But does he have a reason to murder Katrina's parents?"
Kate thinks back to the things that the seventeen-year-old had told her yesterday, about Mark and her parents and her sister. She was stumped for a moment, not remembering anything that would give away Mark Sanders as the murderer. His criminal history was colorful, but she also wanted to know about this sister of Katrina's.
"Hey Ryan!" Kate called to the Irish detective sitting as his desk. He looked up at her, pen ready to take notes. "Can you search our databases for Miranda Hansen?"
He spun his chair around to his computer, pulling up the NYPD archives. "I'm on it." Kate and Castle walk over and lean behind him, eager to see what he comes up with. "Miranda Hansen, there's not much about her as she lives in Australia but…"
"But what?" Castle asks, not able to tell what Ryan is looking at.
He takes in a deep breath before turning to Detective Beckett and saying a few dreaded words. "She's… deceased."
The detective was worried in an instant, as now it's possible Mark Sanders is responsible for three murders. "Espo," the tanned skin detective turns to look at Kate. "Can you tell me if Mark Sanders is currently in Australia?"
He bends over his computer and types in a few things. "Mark Sanders flew into New York three days ago, but he's nowhere to be seen."
The detective turns to her fiancé, who has a worried look on his face. He probably doesn't want anything to happen to Katrina, as she deserves to have the life her family did. She's the last one in her family, now that Miranda is dead. If Mark is her killer, she never got to know her parents were murdered.
"Put out an APB on Mark Sanders, I need to question this bastard."
~xXx~
Katrina's POV
Things got heated quickly with Jaxon, like they normally always do. We put in a movie and joked around before we got wrapped up in each other. He put his lips on mine and I couldn't resist, so our movie was forgotten and we were the main topic.
I had him pinned under me in his room, on his soft bed that I wish I could sleep in. His hands were exploring nearly every inch of me as our lips remained in a lock. I pulled away, sneaking my hands up his shirt and tugging it off. He pulled mine over my head and threw it to the other side of the room before pulling me back to his lips. Our skin collided, the sticky flesh from the sweat mixing, along with our saliva. His fingers raked through my hair, trailed down my neck, across my shoulder blades, down my spine, and lodged themselves in the band of my jeans. Using one hand, he pushed them off my hips and they slid down my legs, bunching together at my knees. Jaxon pushed the both of us up, wrapping one arm around my back and using the other to peel my jeans off my body.
I manage, with Jaxon's help, to get his jeans off of him. I still didn't know where this was going, but his tongue licked my ear and trailed down the side of my head to my neck, nibbling down the soft flesh there until he got to my collarbone. His fingers sneak behind my back and unclip my bra, grabbing the cup with his teeth and pulling it off of me. My stomach was on fire and I was burning with want, but the door was kicked in and we both screamed.
So yeah, that was the chapter. The last part may have been a little bit unexpected, and I may have to change the rating to M later on in the upcoming chapters, but yeah, left you off on a cliffhanger, sorry. Until next time, mates!
