Through my lovers eyes
by missteff
June 2014

chapter 2

Now I know, cops don't say that, okay besides me. I'm just a cop helper though I make jokes. So maybe that's all he is doing messing with us. I start to drive
away slowly, still suspiciously eyeing the man who is still standing in the middle of the street. Very strange. I didn't let on about it though, Beckett seems not to notice the man at all, so why upset her even more. The ride to the loft that usually only takes me twenty-five minutes tops this times takes us nearly three hours. On the way Beckett ends up telling me how, 15 years ago, right after her mother was murdered she entered her wild child days at Stanford. She tells me she meet this guy Rogan, they went to Vegas, one day got drunk and thought it would be fun to drive by the "drive through of love" chapel. A few weeks later she broke up with him after she found out he was a compulsive liar, and a thief. That's when she supposedly got married. My thing is how can one not remember being married? It's suppose to be one of the most special days of your life. Well for a woman so I heard. Although sometimes I wish I can just forget about mine. I guess after finding out he was a lair she thought her whole life was a lie. No wonder she put up these walls. so that why you she cut me off it was stupid back then i was stupid and now i smiles glaring at me we're paying the price.

I also found out that she picked locks on a few tour buses, for clothing items from different musicians. The stuff you learn about someone when they're confronted with your past. Oh Beckett what am I going to do with you. I shook my head slightly as she finishes telling me her story. She still has her face towards the window. The story that makes everything make sense. I guess she's embarrassed about the whole thing. Why I don't know, I know that I have done things that I'm not all that proud of in my life as well, but I guess it's different for women. I guess we view them to a different standard, like they are not suppose to do things like this. Getting drunk, falling for the wrong guy and getting married on a whim. I don't know. To me this is just another part of her life and something that makes her who she is. It shows me how much she is grown and more how extraordinary she is. I shoot a glance at her, she misses it cause she's still looking at the streets pass by. Maybe she is thinking that that is how her life is going. Passing her by at a hundred miles in hour without stopping.

"Listen to me Kate," I start to comment as we get closer to my loft's door.

"I'm...I'm sorry, Castle," sniffling her words. she looks at me.

"All of that is in the past."

"Yeah, one that's now caught up to me." I stroke, my lips across hers, comforting her. "Why don't we go inside," I suggest opening the door but she hesitates, standing in the hall.

"You don't want to come in? I guess you can stay out in the hall," I try to joke with her again. This time it doesn't work. She kept her serious look on her face. She lets out a long, exaggerated sigh. I start to enter the door. When she places her hand on my arm. I stop and turn to face her. .

"What if we can't find him?" Panic fills her in her voice, "Then what... will I lose you?" I take her hand in mine, I can feel her fingers shaking. I place her hand to the side of my face.

"See, I'm still here, you're not going to loose me."

"But you can't marry me- if we don't find him."

"Find who?" My mother's voice rings out, as she just happens to be walking up to the door. where we are standing hugging each other. It seems she has a knock for that. or maybe be it's just luck. either way I always wonder how that could happen. She always seems to be where the action in my life is.

"And what's this about not being able to marry son?"

"Rogan O'Leary." I answer before I can stop myself. Which now I want to kick myself for. when I open up to her, i end up feeling so guilty I spill everything without thinking. A motherly thing but what else could i do? Than I lower my head. This should have stayed between the two of us but...

"Well who is Rogan O'Leary?" my mother asks again as we make out way inside the loft.

"The man who Beckett is already married too."

"Castle," Beckett pokes me hard in the shoulder and gives me her death glare. "Ow," I mouth at her.

"I have too," I calmly say, "I can't..." I follow her into the kitchen, rubbing the spot where she just poked me. I went to the cabinet to get us a drink. Maybe that will clam her down some. I know that it will for me. I can still feel her finger on my shoulder, poking me.

"You can't lie I know, I just thought..."

"I keep that between us right, I know I should have but she asks and..." I didn't mean to make things any worse for Kate but I think I just did. And now I can't take them back. So I continue with the story.
"He's a guy she met freshman year at Stanford." Beckett plops on the couch putting her head in her hands.

"Oh, I think I'm going to be sick." she responds.

"And you married him? How?" Alexis joins in hearing what we were talking about.

"Not really." Beckett lifts her head to talk to her. "I mean...it didn't."

"Except she did." I shoot a look over in Beckett's direction.
"The two of them drove to Vegas, had too much to drink, and thought it would be a riot to take a cab to a drive through wedding chapel."
I continue to tell them the whole story as Beckett told it to me. They had the right to know what was really going on with the two of us, why she was freaking out and why we had to possibly delay the wedding. Beckett softly sighs, staring up at me half smiling as I hand her a glass of wine.

"Thanks," she whispers.

"You didn't." my mother sits across from her in chair.

"Oh, but she did." I take a seat next to my bride-to-be. "I'm not going to let her go through this alone."
I take Beckett's hand and intertwine my fingers with hers.

"Yeah, I did, but I never thought that it was for real! And I broke up with the guy a
couple of weeks later after I found out he was a compulsive liar, degenerate, and a thief.

"Yes, but not before you tied the knot." I pat her knee, "And here I thought you were a one and done kind of girl."
She gives me her silent Castle stare down look.

Martha cringes, "Does your father know about this?" Alexis turns to looks at her. Beckett blanches, then rubs her free hand down her face.

"I really am going to be sick."

My doorbell buzzes. "Don't get sick on my couch," I whispers a joke before getting up to answer the door. I let my fingers drag with hers as I walk off. Henry Browning, my lawyer and good friend stands at the door.

I shake his hand, "Good that you can come over tonight."

"Your phone call, it sounded urgent, something about..." I lead him into the den area were Beckett was still sitting. Martha and Alexis leave to the kitchen so we can talk. Henry shakes Beckett's hand, "How are you?" he asks.

"Not good." Beckett responds, "Not good at all. I..."

Henry sits in front of us. I start to tell him the situation that we are in. He reads over some papers that had drown up for us.

"Miss Beckett, you two were both over 18. Regardless of your seriousness or intent at that time, I'm afraid your wedding at the Drive Through of Love was real, legal, and binding."

"What? We..." she looks over at me for reassurance. "We..." she gestures from herself to me. "Are getting married in three days."

"I'm afraid you can't. Not unless you terminate your first marriage." Henry says shaking his head. Did he not know how important this was to us.

"But we have 300 people coming, most of them are flying in." She continues without taking a breath.

"So what are we going to say to all of them?" She swallows.

"Henry, is there anything we can do to make this go away?" I realizes that she's starting to freak out again. I hate to see her like this all because...
I sigh, squeezing her hand.

"It's possible. If there's mutual consent. I brought a dissolution of marriage contract and I could expedite it through the city, but … you'll have to get Mr. O'Leary to sign it, too."

"How?" more panic rises in her voice. "It's been fifteen years." she jumps to her feet, "I have no idea where he is." I stand up beside with her. She presses her body into mine, starting to cry again. "Oh, Castle, what am I going to do?" I feel the wetness from her tears soaking through my shirt.

"Well, I know that you two have a lot to discuss." Henry gets up, seeing her react to all of this news.

"Thanks for coming by Henry," I shake his hand again still holding on to Beckett.

"I will leave you two to it. If you have any other questions."

"I'll call you okay."

"I can't believe that this is happening. Castle I..." I rub the side of her face.

"There, there." I point to the papers on the couch that Henry leaves for us.

"All we have to do," I pick up the papers. "Is find this guy quick and get him to sign, right here on the dotted line." I take a deep breath. "How hard can if be to find-" I reach inside my pocket for my cell phone.

"In three days time... it's impossible."

"Nothing is, not with me." I dial the number of the one person I knew I could count on to help us.

"Who are you gonna call?" oh how I wanted to shout 'Ghostbusters' to her question. How is it that on bad days we can still find laughable moments in our words. I guess that we really are made for each other. I can't help but chuckle.

"Getting us some help?"

to be continued...