Author's Notes: This chapter is the biggest one yet. Enjoy! Thanks for all the reviews. Greatly appreciated.

Stepping out of the airport, Cross hailed a taxi, giving the driver the address of his new apartment in Manhattan.

The Dakota Apartment Building on East 21st Street looked like a castle compared to his last one. Needless to say, he was impressed. He walked through the front door into the lobby and checked in to make his downpayment. He dropped off his suitcase and they told him that they would put it in his room. They gave him a key to his room and he left the building.

Cross looked around the city and breathed in the smell of city air. It was a nice day outside; the sun shined and the sky was clear. He decided that he would walk to the precinct since it was only 4 miles away and he had a hour to kill.

Cross walked down the street past happy couples, married couples with children, businessmen and businesswomen, and wealthy women hitting all the New York shopping. He enjoyed watching the families and couples the most as he had never experienced it before. He was also envious of them. He wanted what they had but, could never have it.

He walked through the doors of the 12th Precinct and took the elevator up to the Homicide Department.

The elevator doors open to a calm bullpen. Many of the detectives and officers were doing paperwork. He buttoned his jacket when he saw the eyes of a latino man land on him. He wasn't insecure. He just wanted to look his best when he meets his new coworkers. He looked around the bullpen trying to look for someone that would be able to show him where the captain's office is.

He saw a beautiful brunette, in what must be a break room. He started walking towards the door and knocked on the door hinge. She looked up from her phone and met his eyes.

"Hi, there."

"Hi." Beckett replied.

"Do you work here?" Cross inquired.

"Yes. My name is Detective Kate Beckett. You?"

"Jameson Cross. It's nice to meet you." He replied, reaching out to shake her hand. He noticed that she had a firm handshake and kept eye contact with him the entire time. Professional, he thought. He pulled his hand back.

"Jameson?"

"Yes. Is something wrong?" He asked with his charming smile.

"No. Just a coincidence." She said smiling back. "So, is there something I can help you with?" She said continuing.

"Yea, actually. Do you know where I can find a Captain Gates?"

"Yes. Through the bullpen and its the second door after that conference room." She said pointing to the office containing a woman of dark color who seemed to be busy talking on an important phone call.

"Thanks." He said turning to leave.

He made his way through the bullpen, following her instructions. He knocked on the door and she motioned for him to come in and sit down to wait.

Meanwhile, Beckett walked back to her desk and sat down. Castle eyeing her the entire time.

"Who was that?" He asked with a hint of jealousy in his voice.

"Why, Castle, are you jealous?" Playing with him.

"Me. PSSHH. No. I'm not jealous of some young kid that made you smile." He said looking away with an insecure look on his face.

"Sure. You are." She said sarcastically. "Anyway, he was asking where Gates's office was."

"Couldn't find it himself? Couldn't ask a man?" He asked out loud.

"I thought you weren't jealous?"

"I'm not."

A moment of silence passed.

"So giving directions involves smiling now?"

She rotated her chair towards him.

"I smiled because… his name reminded me of you."

He inched closer to her face.

"How could his name remind you of me?"

She inched her face closer. Their breath mixing. She knew what she was doing to him and it made her so happy that she could tease him without her even trying.

"Jameson." She whispered.

He sat back.

"His name is Jameson? That's so cool." He said grinning like an idiot.

She smiled at him, thinking how adorable he looks at the moment. Rotating her chair, she got back to work. While, Castle played Angry Birds on his phone.

"Mr. Cross. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.I've heard so much about you." Standing to shake his hand.

"All good things. I hope." He smiled.

She nodded.

"So… Your resume only says C.I.A. agent from 2005 to present. That's eight years of federal work. Impressive. May I ask how old you are?"

"Thank you ma'am…"

"Sir." Gates interrupted.

"Thank you, Sir." He corrected. "I am 21 years-old."

"21?" She asked shocked. "And you've been on the force for eight years?"

"Yes. I started at a young age program that my grandfather founded at the age of 11. Trained for 2 years and was officially an agent at 13."

"Impressive."

"Thank you."

"Well you are more than qualified so…" She said standing and holding her hand out. "Welcome to the NYPD Homicide Department, Detective Cross."

"Thank you, Captain Gates."

"Here's your badge." Handing him his badge. "Well, let's go meet your team." Walking out the door. "Beckett! You and your team in the break room, now!"

Beckett, Castle, Esposito, and Ryan stood and followed the instructions of their boss. Gates walked into the room, Cross following close behind.

"Detectives, meet your new partner, Detective Jameson Cross."

They all stared at each other.

Gates noticing their was an awkward silence. "Well take a break and get to know each other. Beckett, make sure to answer any and all questions." She said and left.

"Richard Castle. Jameson, that's the main character in my book. You might have heard of it."

"No. I didn't know that."

"Never?" He said with a shocked look on his face. While the others looked down, smiling, trying to hold in the laughter that threatened to spill.

"Never. But then again, I don't really have a lot of time to read."

"We heard that you are a former agent. How was that?" Beckett interrupted.

"Fine."

Beckett noticed that Cross seemed to be very closed off. Noticing this, she asked if the team, including Cross, would like to grab lunch with Lanie and her assistant. They all agreed and left the precinct; heading down the street to the diner they frequent a lot, Remy's.