Hi guys, so I finished this off in class this morning and here is chapter 2 of You make me...

Again, i own nothing, just my imagination. Also loved this ep, best part was when Beckett went into Hulk mode and flipped the table. I laughed so hard that i missed the rest of the scene and had to go back to watch like 3 times over.

He didn't bother taking a taxi; he'd rather be with his thoughts. Thoughts about her. Just the way she looked. Stunning. Wow, he couldn't even, oh crap! He side-stepped a giggling family, he must've left earlier than he thought. Alexis might still be up. Maybe he could persuade her into a couple rounds of laser tag. Maybe. He got to his building and greeted his doorman.

"Mr Castle, I suppose the evening didn't go so well."

"No Norman, it went ah, unexpected."

"A woman?"

"You bet, mysterious, out of place."

"All the best ones are. Goodnight sir."

"Night Norman."

The elevator opened and he headed straight for the back resting his head on the wall. Oh that woman. That woman. He needed to get her out of his mind. He got off at his floor and headed for his door. The loft was dark when he opened the door. Where was his mother? Where was Alexis? What time was it? Okay, this was freaking him out a little bit. Walking into his kitchen, he glanced at the clock on the wall. It was only half 11. His mother should definitely still be up, and as for Alexis, well, she should be in bed, but whenever he went to these parties, she would always wait up for him. What had happened, had there been a break in? No there would be signs for that. Were they kidnapped, wouldn't there be a ransom note, he had some crazy fans, maybe some stalkers, but he heard muffled voices from above that sounded like the dulcet tones of his daughter and mother. Phew! He could breathe normally again. He knew that there was nothing wrong, just the writer in him always went to worst case scenario.

"Hey, Alexis, could you come down here for a sec?" He shouted up the stairs.

Seconds passed and he heard and then saw his daughter bounding down the stairs.

"Hey dad, what are you-"she got cut off with a hug from him. He squeezed her a bit tighter. "-doing home so soon?" She managed to finish.

"Party was boring, walked home." He explained.

"What about the mega hug?"

"Missed you. Where's Grams?"

"Upstairs still, we were organising my closet to distinguish between seasons."

"That's what you were doing? Well, it does sound more interesting than the party."

"How boring was it?"

"So damn boring sweetie."

"Darling, what are you doing home so early?" Martha said, descending down the stairs.

"The party was boring, he'd rather organise my closet." Alexis said before he could say anything. Giving him a quick kiss on the cheek she said "Well, now that you're home, I'm gonna go to sleep. Goodnight dad. Night Grams." She went off upstairs.

As soon as Alexis was out of earshot, Martha turned to him. "Now, why are you really home so early?" She questioned.

"Like I told Alexis, the party was boring mother. They've become too predictable. I don't like predictable, I don't want predictable, I want surprise, mystery, I want adventure."

"Well darling, it looks like what you're looking for happened, or started to happen at this 'boring party' as you say." Martha said with a knowing look on her face.

"I have no idea what you're talking about mother." He said, plainly avoiding the question.

"Darling. Something happened at that party, something you're not telling me, and it's clear, it's got your mind boggled. It's alright if you don't want to tell me. Just know what you're doing." And with that his mother left.

She was right, he was distracted. He was distracted by the mystery woman. He needed to find her and at least get to know her. For goodness sake, he didn't even know her name, and it was obvious from the way she was talking to him, she didn't know who he was either. Or she did and she was extremely good at hiding it. He needed to track her down. He wasn't being a stalker. No. He was being (in his mind) romantic. This kind of thing was romantic, right?

He got to work, remembering every single detail about her. Her eyes, her hands, her long, gorgeous legs that went on forever. Oh boy was he hooked. Focus. He needed to focus. He went into his office and grabbed and pen and a pad of paper. He was doing this old school. He wrote down everything, from the way her eyes changed colour (appeared to) to the way she was hunched over her drink. Especially the way she fended off that guy with just a look. She was incredible, and he didn't even know anything about her yet.

"Dad?" He looked up to see Alexis in her PJ's and sunlight streaming through the windows. How long had he been at this?

"Yeah, sweetie?"

"What are you doing?"

"Um...I'm planning out a new character."

"For Derek Storm?"

"I don't know yet."

"Well let me hear about this new character then." She insisted.

"Well, the new character is a woman, strong, independent, fierce and piercing beauty. With a mysterious past."

"Is that all you have?" She questioned.

"Yeah!" He defended. "Why?"

"No, just, I like the sound of this character. She sounds mysterious." She laughed.

"Wow, you must be my daughter, to come up with that joke."

"Keep working on it, and have a shower and get dressed. You smell. Want some eggs?"

"Scrambled please."

"Will do." She said from the kitchen, her voice floating through the loft.

20 minutes later, all fresh from a shower and new clothes, he walked into the kitchen to find his daughter plating up his scrambled eggs upon two pieces of toast.

"Looks divine Alexis."

"Thanks dad," she smiled up at him.

Martha chose that moment to come down the stairs. "What smells so good?"

"My awesome cooking skills." Alexis said, smirking. "Would you like some eggs Grams?"

"I would indeed, thank you darling."

She sat down next to him, and turned to him. "So..." she started in hushed tones.

"So...What?" he asked.

She hit his arm lightly, "Don't play coy with me Richard; I know you were up all night thinking about, well whatever you were thinking about."

Him saying nothing gave her all the answers.

"Aha, you did." She said triumphantly.

"Okay, so I was up all night thinking about this thing that I will not tell you about, and it's a good thing, and because of that, I have a new character."

Next chapter is from Beckett's POV