TEN

Santa

Standing on the New York City sidewalks wearing jeans and an oversized red Santa coat, Richard Castle gathered together the group of pre-teens trailing behind him and lined them up against the side of the building to address them. They were all festively dressed in some way: one girl had a headband that also mimicked elf ears, another had a hair clip fashioned out of a Christmas wrap bow, and a third wore a festive sweater beneath her purple coat. Rick's own child was fully decked out with a green ribbon in her hair, Christmas tree shaped earrings, and bells tied onto her shoes with red ribbons.

Smiling down at them, he asked, "Okay ladies, are we ready?"

"Yeah!" they chorused back to him.

"Great. Then we're all ready to go but remember: stay close to me while we're inside. You wouldn't want someone to accidentally think you're a police officer," he told them with a dramatic wink.

"Dad," his daughter, Alexis, groaned.

Rick held up a finger signaling for her to hold on a moment. Then, he donned his red Santa hat and from his pocket he pulled out a white fake beard which he hooked on using loops that went over his ears. Once it was in place, he reminded her, "Not Dad—Santa."

Now fully outfitted, Rick led the parade of kids into the police station, proud he was getting to spend his afternoon not only helping the hard-working members of the NYPD, but also teaching impressionable young girls an important lesson about giving back and being kind.

Inside the police station Rick walked up to the welcome desk and pleasantly said, "Good afternoon."

The cop at the desk eyed him a bit suspiciously and asked, "Can I help you, sir?"

"Yes, I called ahead. Richard Castle. The elves and I are here to deliver Christmas cards to the brave officers of the NYPD," he said, stepping aside and gesturing towards the four girls clustered around him, who each held a shopping bag filled with goodies.

Now smiling, the female officer nodded and reached for the telephone on her desk. "Ah, right. Hold on, I'll call an escort for you."

"Thank you very much."

The group waited patiently for about five minutes before a woman dressed in a black business suit approached them and asked, "Hi, I'm Denise from PR; are you from Spenser Academy?"

"That's us!" one of the girls exclaimed.

The woman smiled at her, then addressed the group as a whole, "Well on behalf of the NYPD I'd like to thank you for your generous gifts. What have you brought us today?"

"We have about three dozen holiday cards and some handmade ornaments and decorations to hang up if that's okay," Rick said to Denise.

"Absolutely! We appreciate everything you're willing to give to us. Let's go to the third floor, okay? they haven't had any Christmas visitors yet."

"Have you had many other schools visit this year?" Rick asked as they shuffled their way towards the elevator. He knew there were several other groups from Alexis's grade as well as the one above hers participating in the holiday cheer project, though some were donating décor and cards to fire stations and hospitals as well as the NYPD. He also believed other private schools in the city were participating in similar projects.

"Just one other one here so far, but I've had several others at other precincts."

"That's nice. It's such an important time of year to give back."

"I agree. You're a teacher at the school?"

Rick checked and put his hand on Alexis's shoulder. "No, no—parent volunteer. This is my daughter, Alexis."

"Hi," the young redhead said demurely.

Denise smiled down at her. "Hello. Well, we do appreciate your time."

Rick nodded in appreciation. He had always enjoyed volunteering at Alexis's school and never really thought of it as a chore or even an obligation. As someone who loved children, he found it a joy. Plus, as his career enabled him to be both a full-time writer and a full-time stay-at-home Dad, he always felt a duty to volunteer for what he could because he knew that many of Alexis's classmates had two working parents, and it was not always possible for them to chaperone field trips or organize bake sales like he could.

When the elevator's doors opened again and Denise led the way out into the hall, Rick asked her, "What department is this?"

"The homicide division."

"Ah," Rick said hesitantly. While he wouldn't have minded poking around that floor, he wasn't sure it was entirely appropriate for ten- and eleven-year-old girls. Nevertheless, their visit was not intended to be a long one, so he stepped forward and turned so he could address his group. "Well, okay ladies, here we go. How about…Paige and Hannah hand out the cards while Alexis, Ryder, and I hang up some decorations, okay?"

Their girls swapped their shopping bags around to match up with Rick's duty assignments and then the two with the holiday cards scampered off. Meanwhile, Denise directed Rick and the remaining two girls to a room centrally located on the floor. "You can hang your decorations here in the break room."

"Perfect. Thank you," Rick said to her and led the way inside the room. It was empty save for an officer talking on a cell phone, who walked out the opposite door when they entered. Rick led the girls over to one of the tables in the room and they opened up their shopping bags and began to unload the decorations. From the bag he carried, Rick pulled out a few rolls of tape. He handed one to Ryder and told her to hang up the snowflake decorations they had on the break room windows. Then, he turned to his daughter and asked, "Do you want to hang up the snowmen?"

She nodded. "Yeah, let's put some on the cabinets," she said, pointing towards the kitchenette in the room which had a sink along with a counter that had a coffee maker, toaster oven, and microwave. Off to the side was a refrigerator, all of which was surrounded by cabinets.

"Sounds good."

Alexis put a snowman centrally located on each of the doors to the bottom row of cabinets. Then Rick brought a chair over from one of the tables so she could climb up on it and reach the upper cabinets. She was still too short, though, so he had to help hang the last row of snowmen.

He was about halfway done when he heard the breakroom door swing open and a female's voice say, "Oh! I didn't realize anyone else was in here."

"Yep, sorry; we'll be done in a minute," Rick said as he struggled to get the sticky tape out of the dispenser.

"We're decorating!" Alexis said.

"I can see that," said the female voice.

With the last snowman tacked into place, Rick stepped back, helped his daughter off the chair, then quickly grabbed it so it was not in the way if the woman wanted to access the kitchenette counter. "Sorry about that," he said again, only glancing briefly in her direction, "Alexis, what else do you want to hang up?"

"Let's put the stars on the refrigerator," she suggested.

Rick hesitated and glanced over his shoulder to see what the woman was doing. When he saw her at the coffee pot, he agreed with, "Okay, but let's make sure not to stand in this nice lady's way."

"Oh, it's fine; I don't need to get into the fridge," she assured them. With her mug now full of coffee, she turned to face them and Rick finally met her eye. Immediately, he felt like he'd been smacked in the chest. Her face…he knew her face, but from where?

"Are you a police officer?" Alexis asked the woman as she hung up the stars.

"A detective, actually."

"Ohh! I'm in fifth grade, but I might want to be a detective when I grow up—a private detective, just like Sherlock Holms!"

"Oh wow, that's neat!" the detective said.

"Santa, I finished hanging the snowflakes. Santa? Santa!"

"Wha—oh, sorry Ryder," Rick apologized, when Ryder tugged on the sleeve of his coat. He'd been too busy staring at the female detective wondering where he'd seen her before. "What do you want to hang up next?"

"Um…maybe some of the garland chain along that window ledge?"

"Sure thing." Rick walked over to the shopping bags and pulled out the long chain of "garland" the girls had made, which consisted of round circles of alternating light and green construction paper all stapled together to form a chain. "Alexis why don't you come and help Ryder once you're done with those stars?"

"Okay, Da—Santa!" She grinned at him then ran past him to help her schoolmate.

When Rick turned back around, he was pleasantly surprised to see the female detective was still in the breakroom, eyeing him curiously. "Sorry, ah, this is our first year as a decorating committee; we're a little rough around the edges."

"Oh, that's okay. I think what you're doing is really nice. Are you…are you also associated with the two girls running around giving away Christmas cards?"

The writer frowned behind his Santa beard. "Oh no are they running? I told them not to run."

She laughed and said, "It's fine," but the words barely registered in his mind because with her laugh came the solid recognition he'd been seeking. Yes, he definitely recognized her, but he could hardly believe it was her—her—the woman he'd encountered so briefly their interaction felt more like a dream.

So caught up by the sudden recognition, Rick failed to realize he'd gasped, "Oh—it's you!" out loud until her brow wrinkled and she asked, "Excuse me?"

"Sorry, sorry. I mean—you're Kate, aren't you?"

Her brow crinkled further. "Do we know each other?"

"Yea—oh, sorry. Crap! Sorry!" he grunted as he tried to strip off his fake beard and hat, which until that moment he had forgotten that he was wearing. No wonder she didn't recognize him!

With his face fully exposed her confused expression melted into one of surprise. "Oh! Rick. H-hi."

"Hi," he echoed, his grin a bit dopey. Once again, he had run into this mysterious, beautiful woman by chance and he could not say he was remotely disappointed about it. Since they'd first met, five Decembers prior, he'd thought about her occasionally over the years, mostly over the holidays, but occasionally during trips out to his beach house since the water combined with the vacation atmosphere connected it and the lake cabin in his mind. He'd never gotten to the point of actually trying to find her, but he'd thought about it several times. Now, it appeared fate was nudging him and he wasn't going to deny it.

"We're done!"

His daughter announcing the completion of their task pulled Rick back to the present and he stammered a bit. "Oh, um, ah, yeah—is there anything left to hang up, girls?"

"No," Alexis said. She gazed around the room and frowned slightly, adding, "I guess we didn't have that much to decorate with."

"Oh no—I think it looks much more festive in here," Kate chimed in.

Rick gave her a grateful expression then turned back to the girls. "Okay, ladies, why don't you gather up the bags and tape dispensers and then let's go find the others, okay?"

"Thank you for decorating our break room," Kate said to them before heading towards the door. Before she could open it, Rick stepped towards her.

"Wait! I mean, um, how are you?"

Looking slightly amused she said, "I'm okay, how are you?"

"Good, good. Um, I was just…well, wondering if I might be able to take you out for coffee and, um, pick your brain a little bit about the NYPD. Always doing research," he confessed with a little shrug. In reality his heart was racing, and he felt like a teenager again. God, what was he doing? He wasn't even trying to ask her out on a date as his romantic situation was…complicated…at present.

She arched an eyebrow at him. "If I recall correctly: you already did that."

He shrugged one shoulder. "But you weren't a detective then."

She chuckled lightly and then waited about seven seconds before agreeing, "Okay, sure. Coffee."

"Great!" Rick said, elated. He fumbled for a moment, trying to get his wallet out of his back pocket when the bulky Santa coat hung down over it, but he managed. Then he handed her a business card and said, "Call me, please? we'll set something up."

She took the card with a nod. By that time, the girls had collected their bags and had joined them at the breakroom door, so Kate pushed it open and let them all walk out. As they did so, Alexis wished her a merry Christmas and she reciprocated with, "Merry Christmas to you, too; and thanks again for the decorations."

"You're welcome!" Alexis said cheerfully.

After giving Rick a head nod, Kate walked off. He watched her disappear into the crowd of her coworkers until the high-pitched squeal of a ten-year-old girl drew his attention and he knew he needed to get back into chaperone-mode before the girls caused too much more chaos for the homicide floor.

2 more parts left! thank you all so much for reading