I'm sorry for the delay. I was kind of deciding where they're going with this.

Answering a few questions:

1. He gave her his number in a book, it wasn't special. But he only give his number to the really hot girls. And 11 years ago he wasn't bothered by the fact of a fan calling him out of the blue. Just go with it :)

2. It is a bit OOC, yes. Beckett isn't a cop for long, she is still to find out she has to be tough to be a female cop and be respected. And she's just 22, her mother died 3 years ago, so it's fresh, but not that fresh. Plus, 3 years without finding the responsible probably hurt a lot less than 10 years. So, she was unexperienced, and totally a fan. 22 and a date with her crush? Yeah, she was petrified!

3. Lanie and Kate aren't friends yet. I believe two strong characters like them would have a rough start.

4. thank you all so much for the favorites, the follows and the reviews. You guys rock!

Enjoy!

As soon she sets foot in the restaurant he spots her. And every other man for that matter.

She'd been through hell this afternoon so she walks the walk of victory dressed to do the walk of shame the next morning very proudly. Spotting the bar, she sensually walks to it, emboldened and offended by all the drools she causes.

Men… so predictable.

Her hair is touching her shoulder blades in perfectly curled blond hair locks. Brushing her bare flesh, teasing her skin and making the hardworking hands of a certain mystery writer tingle with want to be wrapped around those locks, making her purr his name through those sinful reddish lips – which he throbs to have around him.

Her eyeliners can (and definitely will) make him beg for anything in the world, even to be stepped on by her high-heeled black sandals with tiny white strass; and the smirk on her lips is a knowing one, stealing glances through her half lidded green eyes dripping with lust.

That excuse for a dress hugs her body in all the right places stealing the breath away from Page Six's favorite playboy as she provocatively sways her hips. The black fabric screams to the testosterone in him that she isn't wearing a bra – and probably nothing else matching it. And her legs… oh, her legs… they make her dress look that much shorter.

She looks classy. Elegant. And hot as hell.

Ice-cold fingers hold tight a tiny purse as she orders a shot of vodka.

He's at a table in the corner, almost hidden. Waiting, stocking his prey. Little does he know that the shy girl from the phone call that afternoon is the woman – the one that can make the Devil sweat – who just entered the restaurant.

She sips her vodka stopping herself from taking it at one gulp. God knows she needs it. Feeling powerful from all the drools, knowing she would get anything and anyone she wants, she leans into the bar and finishes her drink not worrying a bit – sure – because she's here to-

'What the hell am I doing here?' She closes her eyes and holds her breath. Any other man wouldn't notice she is nervous. Rick Castle isn't one of them. There's something about her…

"From the gentleman over there" The bartender gives her another drink pointing to a guy at the bar.

She grins and whispers seductively "Send it back"; after that she orders herself another shot. 'Bottoms up!' she thinks to herself not giving a damn about class.

She catches him from the corner of her eye as soon as she stepped in there. With her super-hot cop skills she watched him undress her with his eyes. Charming as usual, wearing a white shirt, black suit and no tie, nursing a drink. The stubble gives him a rugged handsomeness and the playful bright blue eyes burns her skin – or does she want to get burned? Tough one. Because those big writer's hands of his would be a perfect match to wherever they touch her, that much she knows. And suddenly her mouth goes dry.

But he doesn't know who she is, and it is up to her to approach him.

Ok, she definitely needs another drink and so she signs it to the bartender. Liquid courage: exactly what she needs. She still has 5 minutes.

She catches her bottom lip between her teeth, worrying the flesh as she gracefully steals a little glace towards him.

'Where is he? He was just there!'

And suddenly she can feel the heat behind her. Oh shit.

"I would offer you a drink but I guess you're not that type of woman" his hot breath teased the skin of her ear, the voice low, dangerous.

'Found him.'

A little shudder takes her by surprise at his body's heat as sudden as his hand on her hip slightly steading her and pulling her to him at the same time. She lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding and puts on the cop in her, except for the low voice. Giving him a glace over her shoulder without turning around, she replies "Too bad. I might have taken you up on that" She shoots back with a smirk, moving away from him.

"In that case, can I buy you a drink?"

She turns around, immediately making his hands burn to touch her again, and leans into him. Her golden locks brush his lapels as her lips approach his. Her eyes flicker from his to his lips, unconsciously wetting her own, as she pours out a infuriating "No", slightly brushing her lips over his by accident, almost throwing her off her game.

She catches herself just in time.

A smug grin spreads across his face. Challenge accepted.

"Are you expecting someone?" He's fascinated.

"Are you?" She throws back amused by his presence.

"Not at all."

Three little words to break a girl's heart.

"Can I keep you company? I hear I'm an excellent-" he keeps rambling.

"Absolutely not" the words just slip out of her lips, resentful.

The SOB just ditched her.

A lump formes in her throat. The last time she felt this way was when she realized her mom was gone, the first time she needed her embrace. The last thing Johanna gave her daughter, for Christmas, was a Rick Castle novel, and she said she'd 'love him'. The first of Kate's collection. And, although he didn't know he was ditching her, it didn't hurt any less. She was only 22 and a heartbreak stung a lot.

"A drink for the lady" he orders the bartender "You have the most gorgeous eyes, do you know that?"

And he had the nerve to hit on her.

Fighting back her tears both from him and her mother, she closes her eyes. 'You must be tough, Kate.'

Taking a deep breath, she slowly opens her eyes, only to close them once again in less than a second.

He's too close. She can feel her body being drawn to him and she knows better than to kiss him right now, yet his proximity is clouding her thoughts. Maybe she should be with him and pretend to be someone else. Just for tonight.

He's an older man – at least older than her. Seven years, give it or take. Her 22-year-old feelings are probably too silly. She needs to handle it like a woman. She's a cop, for god's sakes! If she's allowed to carry a gun she can handle Richard freaking Castle hitting on her. After all, that's the second time he thinks she's hot!

So she tilts her head and slightly brushes his lips parting her own with the move, trying hard to forget about what he just did and focus on the part that she has a crush on him and he's hitting on her. One arm on her small back slightly pushes her to him, the other cups her jaw as his tongue teases her bottom lip not seeking entrance but melting her into his arms anyway.

Once her hand found his chest and she felt his heart she feels sorry for herself. Now she just made it worse. What was she thinking? Kissing the SOB after what he just did?! She breaks the kiss and turns to the bar.

How on earth will she get herself out of this now? Half of her heart just wants to stop hurting and be free, be someone else entirely tonight and hook up, and the other half wants pay back and sob with chocolate later. And either way she'll definitely kill Lanie.

'okay… this is not the time to panic. What should I do?' She desperately thinks to herself as she turns, bumping on his chest. As she looks up, she makes up her mind. Why can't she be both halves tonight? So she pulls him by the lapels and kisses him, teasing his tongue with hers.

Thoughts?