The next morning, Beckett is standing in front of the mirror wondering what she should wear. She stops herself after a thought occurs to her. Since when does she put that much thought on what to wear? She's nervous. She doesn't know what to expect and that gives her the creeps.
She settles on one some of the pants and blazers she used to wear to work.
For some reason, she feels like something's going to happen today. Good or bad, she isn't sure, but something big. She shakes her head to clear her thoughts. It's just another job interview. She reminds herself, hoping this is it.
Castle is at Gina's office that morning. He's going to discuss the bodyguard thing with her, or rather inform her. His mind is set.
"Rick, what brings you here?" Gina asks from behind her desk.
"I want a bodyguard" he goes straight to the point.
Gina's smile drops a bit. "A bodyguard?" she eyes him suspiciously.
"Yes. Yesterday this paparazzi was bothering Alexis, and I don't want that to happen anymore" his tone leaves no room for arguing.
"I don't know Rick…" yes, he's the star of Black Pawn, but they are not about to waste hundreds of dollars on a bodyguard just because of some paparazzi.
Seeing the doubt on her face, he amends himself immediately. "Of course I would be the one paying"
"Well then, I guess we could make it happen" her smile comes back. He's the star of Black Pawn, and if he wants a bodyguard, he'll get a bodyguard. As long as he's the one who pays for it, of course. "I know an agency; we could go down there tomorrow"
"Great" he gets up. "Thanks" he leaves without further ado.
"I don't know, Miss" the middle-aged man tells her, a doubtful look on his face.
"You haven't even reviewed my file" she tries to calm herself.
"But I saw you"
Seriously?! She has to restrain herself to not punch him. "Just… Go over my stuff"
"This is not a place for people like you" he says petulantly.
"Give me two minutes in the shooting range and I'll prove it to you, this is my place" she didn't even want the job to begin with! Why is she fighting so hard?
"I really doubt it" he tells her like she's a five year old.
That's exactly why she's fighting so hard. It's the 21st century for crying out loud! She can't believe there are still people who think women can't do this kind of job.
If looks could kill, the guy would be in heaven – or hell – right now.
Seeing the determination in her eyes, and wanting to get the satisfaction of telling her I told you so, he gives her a chance. "You know what? I'll let you do the test run. If you pass it, you're in"
She eyes him suspiciously. "Okay"
She had an apparently easy mission to fulfill. The agency had this great space that simulated a city and all of its dangers. All she had to do was take her Principal, which would be played by the middle-aged guy, Mr. Petersen, from point A to point B safely.
The mission supplied a lot of tricks, shenanigans and bluffs, which most of the wannabe bodyguards failed to control on their first try. But Kate went through it like nothing. Her slender frame, combat training and observation skills let her move fast and avoid and control threats.
The point B happened to be an apartment. "That's it. I just get inside and the mission is over" he looks deceived.
Beckett feels there's something not quite right and her suspicions are confirmed when he opens the door. She only has enough time to step between Mr. Petersen and the guy that's holding a gun – that is, a paintball gun. He shoots hitting Beckett on the chest, leaving Petersen unscathed.
"Ugh" he grunts in disbelief. He was hoping the last test would make her fail. "But now you're dead" he finds a ray of hope. "He can shoot again"
"The mission was getting you here safe. You're safe aren't you?" she's not about to let some technicality steal her moment.
"Fine. You're in" he says begrudgingly. "Come on, I'll give you the stuff you need"
She follows him into his office happily with a smug grin on her face.
"Your file will be ready and be presented to people who need our services by tomorrow" though he doesn't think most of their clients will even look at her twice. "Having worked in law enforcement, you already have a security clearance, which makes things much easier. Your license and handgun will be given to you when you have your first job"
"Okay… So I just wait for you to call me?"
"Mm-hmm" he mumbles. He's about ready for her to get out of his face.
"Alright. Thank you Mr. Petersen" she leaves with a smile.
AN: Sorry if this was totally inaccurate, but I kind of have no idea about how it works... Anywho, I'm glad you're interested by my story! Hope you like this one.