Rick Castle was currently sitting by the desk of his muse Kate Beckett. She and her team; along with her new boyfriend Tom Demming from the robbery division. He was tapping his fingers against her desk. He felt stupid for just sitting here. But he was thinking to himself; if he was just being a good boy. Just maybe she would see he was useful to her team. As the minutes tick by, he was getting very bored with just sitting there. Then when he had finally looked up; it was getting dark out. He should go home and get some written done. Gina wasn't going to wait around forever for him to get done. So he finally got up and decided. "Why should I sit here all day and wait for them." He thought he was head over heels in love with Kate Beckett. Now he wasn't sure anymore at this point. Going for a walk into the cold winter weather. He was tighten his coat around him. Trying to keep all the warmth inside his body. He wasn't really sure as to where he was going. Right now he don't care one bit.
Rick lost track of everything time, place or reasons for being out when it was so late. He saw a few snowflakes; fall onto his coat. He wasn't paying attention to where he was at. Lost in his own pain; that he don't notice that the windows were covered in bars. It was very dark out with little lighting to see where anyone goes. There was a loud commotion coming down a very dark alleyway. Sound like a woman was in danger. He run down the alleyway. See that there a lady with long blonde hair. She was wearing a long sleeve red dress. Long black heeled boots, she is wearing a blue jean jacket. There were two men; one was holding both of her arms behind her back. The second was holding a switchblade in his hand. Rick wasn't sure what he was going to do to her. Probably either kill or rape her. Maybe even both, if they wanted too. He was behind the second man; he grabs his wrist twisting it backwards breaking his wrist. The man was crying and screaming loudly in pain. The first man shove her away very hard.
The man fist was raised up high ready to punch him. Rick was getting ready to hit him. But she kicked the man's legs out from under him. Rick fist hit him hard across the cheek. There was some blood and a tooth that flew out of his mouth. Rick helped out the lady up and both of them were running together as fast as they could. She grip his hand; he was gripping her hand very tightly. Then a down pour of snow and rain showers happen. Rick saw a good part of the good town. He got both of them underneath a huge umbrella from a restaurant. Both of them are trying to catch their breath together. Was looking her over making sure. That she wasn't hurt or injured. She looked alright so far. Her cheek was red, did that man slap her. He wrap her arm around the back of his neck. His arm and hand was wrap tightly around her waist. Her head is on his shoulder; both of them were walking together side by side. Once they reached his place; they are on the elevator together. Neither of them have spoken a word to each other. About what had happened out there yet.
Once they entered inside his loft, he helped her to the couch and sit her down. She still hadn't spoken a word yet. He was making them both a cup of hot herbs with tea. It was to help with the nerve and shock in her body. He added honey and lemon to the cups. She was shaking violently, he could tell that she was near to a panic attack. He heard the kettle going off. So the pot of hot water was ready to be poured into the cup. He was stirring some sugar and milk, along with the honey and lemon. He brought it over to her. "Here drink this. You'll need it trust me." She takes it from him; her hands shake a little. "Thank you. You save my life; I can't thank you enough. But why did you help me? I mean I'm a nobody basically." Rick grabs her cold hand has his other hand over her cold hand. He is trying to get it warm up. He starts to heat it up; massaging it and stroking it gently. She could feel warmth heating her up. How could one man gentle touch. She turns her hand around and hold his hand.
"I'm sorry I don't know you're name. Good Sir." Her bright blue eyes had tears in them. "I'm Richard Alexander Rogers. But my friends call me Rick." Wipes a hand underneath her eyes. "My name is Ashley Anne Mitchell. You'll have to forgive me for my thin red dress, Jean jacket and black boots. I was just finishing my shift at a restaurant. Was on a date with my boyfriend when he break up with me. I was so lost in heart break that I wasn't paying attention. By the time I realized where I was it was too late." Rick was holding her hand very tight. Her fingers were stroking against his skin. Her touch was making him feel very hot. He hadn't told anyone his real name that was a complete stranger to him in a long time. He don't know why he had told her; his real name instead of his writer name. But there was something about her; that just draw him in this moment. But he wasn't sure about her or hardly knew her at all.
Ashley wasn't sure why she was here. She just got her heart ripped out not long ago. But there was something about this man; that draw her to him. Both drank their hot tea together. She is about ready to go back home; when he stopped her. "Let me call my personal driver to take you home. Here is my cell number; if you need anything at all. Don't hesitate to call me. And I'll help you out anyway I can." She hugs him very tightly. "I will if I do. But I'm really tried and wish to go home." Feeling very uncomfortable in his loft.