Kaleidoscope
Beckett tilts her head, watches him as he glares at the board.
He's absolutely determined to find this little boy and bring him to his parents. They all are, of course; it's what they do. But there's something about his determination…
"He's only a little younger than Alexis," he'd told her, before sharing his nightmares of losing her…
She can hardly imagine him Christmas shopping – he seems more like the "order online" type – and wonders what other depths he has.
He surprises her constantly, and she's not sure if she appreciates that. He's a kaleidoscope of characteristics, a collection of characters blurred all into one. A mystery.
She loves mysteries… and she wants to solve the one called "Richard Castle."
The playboy, rich author… unrepentant as he pulls strings to get his way.
The deep-thinking, well-researched man capable of picking up on the most obscure clues… proud of his vast knowledge of completely random minutiae.
The silly, child-like man who revels in the strange… who seems unashamed that he never truly grew up.
The father, the son… the man unashamedly devoted to his small, eclectic family.
Castle can list famous vampires, but has no qualms with admitting his lack of knowledge when it comes to the mind of a teenaged girl.
Castle can draw women in like moths to a flame… but spends time with her, his muse, as though there's nowhere else he'd rather be.
"We'll find him," she assures him as he begins to pace, clearly wracking his brain for some overlooked detail. She forces a reassuring smile and he takes heart.
He's a mystery – one dying to be unraveled.
Beckett tilts her head, watches him glare at the board. She wonders what other characters make up Richard Castle… and if she has the guts to find out.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing of Castle (unless you could the DVDs and books) – the show and characters belong to ABC.