A/N: This weekend has been officially declared "Writing Weekend". I have to do finishing touches to my project which is basically all writing. I might post the journal entry here since it will be basically fan fiction. Thoughts? Also, I have to write an essay by Monday or else I'm screwed. I thought I'd squeeze in this chapter today. I might post another one on Monday, but I won't make any promises. Enjoy, and please review and suggest. I have a few ideas on how I want this story to end, but I can always weave your ideas into the plot lines!
Chapter 35
It was a breezy evening in New York as the sun began to set. People were still at Central Park, waiting for another hour to enjoy the last rays of sun before they retired to their homes for the night. A young woman made her way to said park, glancing around as if looking for someone.
She wore a brown trench-coat jacket, a white collared button-down shirt, a pair of black slacks, and brown knee-length boots. She had short but well cut medium brown hair. Her eyes were a shade of forest green, and she wore black glasses. She must've found who or what she was looking for because she started heading towards something with a relieved look on her face.
A woman sat on a bench, casually reading a book. She had perfect blonde curls that ended at mid-back, and her stunning blue eyes moved side to side as she read the words on the current page. She wore a deep purple trench coat along with black slacks and a pink scarf with a white sweater. A well-worn brown messenger bag sat beside her. She sensed a presence behind her, so she carefully marked her place in the book before she closed it and sat it down beside her before she looked behind her.
"Holly Santiago!" "Ashley Cavasos!" The two old friends embraced and exchanged the standard greetings. Ashley shouldered her messenger bag and packed her book before the both embarked down the walking path.
"How long has it been?" Holly said. "Too long in my opinion. How are your dad and Bobby?" Ashley asked. "Well, you know how ol' Drake is, doesn't give a second thought about anything or anyone. Bobby's in Europe right now on business," Holly replied. "How are you doing at the Bradford and Beckett Law Firm?" Ashley asked. "It's great, but I think DDA Beckett is hiding something. Every time we talk, he has this look that says that he knows something about me, something terrible, but he can't tell me," Holly replied.
"Anyway, what brings you to the Big Apple?" Holly asked, quickly changing the subject. "I just needed a change of scenery. Fresh lobster gets old fast," Ashley replied. At this, Holly laughed.
Holly shivered and asked, "Do you need a place to crash?" "I was thinking of just going to a hotel," Ashley started but was cut off. "Nonsense! You can stay in my guest bedroom. Let's go grab some take out and do a marathon of Person of Interest," she said.
Holly led Ashley to her white Hybrid. Ashley was just about to get into the shotgun seat when she noticed someone call her name. She looked up and immediately recognized an old friend. She walked towards them and started to chat.
Shaking her head, Holly decided to give Ashley a bit of privacy. She turned around and stared at the bulletin board. There were a few flyers about a missing pit bull by the name of Fluffy and something about a missing iPhone luck with that one, kid, she thought.
There was one flyer that caught her attention. It was of a missing person, one named Alexis Castle. She was the daughter of Richard Castle, the author. Apparently, she'd been kidnapped a few days ago, and the FBI and NYPD are looking for tips on her whereabouts. There was even the numbers of Richard Castle and his muse, Detective Kate Beckett themselves.
Wait, did she say Beckett? DDA Beckett often spoke of his daughter, Katie. Could she be his daughter?
She recalled the most recent terrible experience. She wasn't supposed to be there. She was just passing by the cemetery when she saw him. She saw him pull out the sniper rifle. She saw him crouch low to get a better angle. She wanted to yell at him to stop, but her voice had abandoned her. She heard the gun shot and saw someone go down. She saw the man accept a duffel bag from Senator William H. Bracken before he disappeared. The next day, she found out that Detective Kate Beckett had been shot, yet she still did nothing.
This decision will certainly come back to haunt her now. Just as she reached for her phone, she felt someone grab her forcefully, shoving her into a nearby Mercedes, before she blacked out.
A/N: I know it's short and some stuff may not be true, but don't ruin my story with your logic!