Shotgun!
Welcome to a fanfic written on the ABC boards by several different writers. Nothing's too steamy because of the rules of the board. Enjoy!
Topic: Conversations held in the car.
Rules: Conversations can be between any of the characters. The posts can be stand-alone or build on ones already posted. They can be any tone - funny, angsty, angry, flirty, whatevery.
Your posts have to be something that could actually happen on the show, whether now, 2 years ago, or 50 years from now. Whenever. Just realistic. No Josh-zombies.
Anyone can join in. if you're not on the ABC board, and want to join the fun, send it to me in a PM, and I'll add it.
25. By Kastlefan301:
Castle was a man on a mission. He had to get Kate something, the right thing for her birthday. Half way through their morning working the case, he'd told her he need to run back to the loft using the excuse he'd forgotten something. What he really had in mind though was getting that right something for her.
He'd finally decided on a single red rose to go with the poem he'd written her the night before. He'd found some parchment looking paper in his desk door and had printed the poem out in a fancy script font. He wanted it to look like old fashioned handwritten calligraphy. Arriving at the loft, he quickly walked to his desk, took out the folded paper with the poem and then left.
On the way back to the precinct he found a sidewalk vender selling flowers and purchased the single rose. Nearby was a cafe and he bought two coffees, one for him and one for her. Nothing was too good for his Kate. Sure he had money enough to buy her an expensive gift, but that wasn't him and he knew that wasn't her. Something simple, intimate, personal, from the heart, not costly was what he'd found made the biggest impression on her.
In fact, him too, for he loved seeing her reaction to things he did. He was then back at the 12th riding the elevator up to third floor. When the door opened he walked out and he saw her working their case, sitting on the desk and staring at the murder board. She looked over as he approached, hearing footsteps that now, after all this time, she knew were his.
Her eyes widened a bit seeing what he carried. What was he doing, she thought her lips parting slightly, seeing the two cups of steaming coffee and the single red rose wrapped in tissue paper. He set the coffees down with the flower and sat down on next to her.
"Happy Birthday," he said with sparkling eyes as he handed her the coffee. She took it and sipped, looking at the flower with a question in her eyes. Then he took out the folded paper with the poem from his pocket and handed it to her with the rose. "For you too." She smelled the rose and unfolded the paper and began to read...
Ode to Kate
Oh, Kate, my Kate, it is our fate to be one
Everything about you makes me come undone. Your beauty, your smile, your courage, your strength,
You are extraordinary beyond the length
Of anything...
Everyday I am with you, I want to make it clear, I always want to be with you, always near;
In fact, I need you so close that there's no space between us, only breath as we share another kiss.
I told you 'always' and you said it back to me,
You know, Kate, we're meant to be...let *us* be...
She finished reading and looked up at him. Her eyes sparkled and her face had gone soft with a sweet smile. "Thank you, you're really sweet, Castle." Bingo, he thought, I got her with this for sure.