Hello! So, I've gotten a few questions from you guys. I've been writing as if you have seen both shows, so to those who haven't seen Castle, feel free to PM me with any questions and I will be happy to clear them up for you. I will be explaining things more as the story goes on, so be patient, but if there is something you're confused on, don't hesitate to ask. Also, a little game for you all, I've slipped some actual HG Wells quotes into this chapter (and will be doing so in others when they fit) see if you can pick them out:) Enjoy! Please let me know what you think.

Myka blew a curl out of her face in frustration, glaring at the woman sitting next to her desk.

"My lord, this is quite possibly the worst coffee I have ever tasted." HG exclaimed in disgust. Her accent only made her sound even more pompous and annoying. Myka wanted to punch her. "It's actually kind of fascinating, it tastes like a..." She took another sip as Myka bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself quiet. "It takes like a monkey peed in battery acid." HG finally decided. She handed the mug over and asked casually, "try some?"

Myka sighed and took a deep breath. "Don't you have a book coming out today or something?" She asked. Desperate for a minute of silence and some time to herself.

"Yes, so?"

"So, you are watching me do paperwork...it's creepy." Myka said. "Don't you have somewhere else to be?"

HG smiled and looked Myka up and down – an annoying habit she did from time to time – causing Myka to feel self conscious. "I like it here." She said. Myka glared, but then began to grin as the look on HG's face changed.

"Oh my gosh, you're hiding!" Myka said a little gleefully. HG rolled her eyes and looked away from Myka. "You're book is coming out today and you are hiding!"

"No!" HG insisted. "Hiding would be building a fortress out of my duvet and downing a fifth of scotch but apparently that is considering unhealthy." She took another sip of her battery acid pee and cringed.

Myka grinned. "I thought that you don't care what people think?"

"I don't." HG insisted, a little pouty, "much." She mumbled. Myka bit back her grin and answered her phone as HG pretended to gag from her coffee. Myka grabbed her coat and stood up, ignoring the other woman. "Dead body?" HG asked as she followed Myka. "Yes!"

As they arrived on scene, one of the local cops asked Myka if HG was indeed the famous author everyone was talking about. Myka only nodded and walked into the apartment.

"You're really basing your new character on Bering?" The cop asked.

HG grinned broadly. "Every writer needs a muse." She stated. Myka halted and turned around sharply, causing HG to almost bump into her.

"Call me your muse again and I will break both your legs kay?"

"Got it." HG said with a salute. Myka only frowned and turned back to the crime scene. HG was so odd sometimes. Myka walked over to Leena and bent down next to the body that had been wrapped up in a rug. Listening to her friend, she tried not to react to the fact that HG had bent down next to her – barely leaving an inch between them. Myka shifted slightly to move away, but almost bumped into Leena. The woman gave her a knowing look and Myka glared. When Myka spoke up her protests about this being a robbery, HG spoke at the exact same time as she did, causing both Pete and Claudia to raise their eyebrows, and another look from Leena. Myka bit her lip and ignored all of them, she had a case to solve.

As they walked out of the precinct hours later Myka decided to walk home. Sometimes that helped her think. HG paused when Myka wasn't behind her and turned around, "where are you going?" she asked.

"I think I'm gonna walk, get some fresh air." Myka said, pulling her coat around her a little tighter. It wasn't too cold, but it was certainly a brisk fall night. HG hesitated, Myka expected some comment that would infuriate her, instead HG smiled sweetly.

"Would you mind if I joined you? Its a nice night, I'd rather not call a car."

Myka's immediate reaction was to say no, but something about HG's tone and facial expression stopped her. There was no hint of the childish, rich, player there; taken aback a little, Myka found herself nodding once with a shrug. "Sure." She said. HG's face lit up and she jogged over to Myka, jamming her bare hands into her pockets and strolling along next to Myka. They walked in silence for a few minutes – as silent as New York at night could be – and while Myka usually would have found that to be awkward, she was surprised to find she didn't. A man sped past them on a bicycle and HG chuckled. "What?" Myka asked.

HG grinned as she watched him go off into the night. "Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the future of the human race."

Myka rolled her eyes. "You talk weirder than anyone I've ever met."

HG beamed.

They fell back into a silence for a while and Myka was left alone with thoughts of the case swirling around in her head. She couldn't get the look of the wife's face out of her head as she wrestled with how to tell her daughters that their father was dead. As usual, Myka's thoughts immediately went to her own mother. Despite the fact that she was murdered years ago, at times like these, the wound felt fresh and painful. She was afraid that she made the wrong choice telling HG she could join her. No way was Myka going to break down with the english woman watching her.

Myka hated this. She hated that years later, out of the blue she could simply be hit with the pain full force, sometimes barely even knowing where it came from. It consumed her and wouldn't let go. Feeling like she was going to lose it any moment, Myka quickly spoke up, desperately needing to be thinking of anything else. "So, how come you're english but your mother and daughter aren't?" She asked, hoping she sounded like she was making causal conversation.

If HG noticed anything odd in her tone of voice, she didn't acknowledge it, and Myka was grateful. "Ah, yes, well technically I am an American."

Myka snorted. She couldn't help it, HG's accent, her facial expression as she said it, Myka kept laughing. It was just what she needed. "What?" She asked through her laughter.

HG smiled. "My mother, Martha, you've met her, very dramatic; she was – well is – an actress. She did quite well for herself in the theatre before I was born." HG said proudly. "She got a part in the West End, was desperate to do theatre in England and met my father there."

"What's his name?" Myka asked, not remembering HG mentioning it.

The author shrugged. "No idea, I never met him. Apparently I get my love of company from my mother. She doesn't remember his name, or at least she says she doesn't."

Myka glanced down at HG, "doesn't that bother you?" She asked.

HG paused as if thinking about it seriously. "No." She answered a moment later. "I could make him into anything I wanted. Some days I thought he was an astronaut, some days a major league baseball player, a king, a spy, a circus performer, anything I could come up with. He could never let me down that way." HG smiled up at Myka. "Also, I've always preferred the company of women to men." She smirked. Myka rolled her eyes and pulled her coat a little tighter. "I had my mother, I never really figured I needed him. What really matters is what you do with what you have. My mother, however wrapped up in herself and her work and boyfriends, she was always there and I knew that." HG's cheerful expression dropped slightly and Myka new there was more to that story than HG was letting on. Myka didn't press it. Just as soon as her frown had appeared, it vanished and the familiar grin came back. "And now I have Christina." She said happily. Myka smiled. It was hard not to, HG was clearly completely in love with her daughter. It was refreshing to see that she wasn't all jokes and innuendos.

"How old is she?" Myka asked.

"Eleven, going on thirty." HG laughed.

"Oh no!" Myka joked.

"No not like that, she...Christina has always been much too wise for her age. When she was little she set a bedtime for herself and was very angry if I tried to keep her up after it. She's the one who makes me eat vegetables..." HG shook her head affectionately as she trailed off. Myka had to admit, she liked this side of HG. Hearing her talk about her daughter humanized her somehow. "She's going to be a much better woman that I ever will be." HG said wistfully.

Myka surprised herself and bumped her shoulder into HG's. "You're not so bad." She said with a grin.

HG beamed and Myka melted a little bit. The woman really was beautiful. She could see how so many men and women fell for her charms so easily. "Why Detective Bering, I do believe I'm growing on you!"

"Don't push it." Myka warned, but she bit back a smile. They fell into a comfortable silence for the third time that night and Myka was a little disappointed that they were almost to her apartment. "You never actually answered the question though." She reminded HG. The author frowned in confusion. "Why the accent, if you're american?"

"Ah! Right, well, my mother came back home and realized she was pregnant, took time off work and had me; then when I was a little over one she was offered another part in the West End. She loved working there so we moved back for a while. She was quite successful in London and she liked it there. We lived there until I was six, technically I have a dual citizenship."

"Don't kids usually lose accents though, like when you moved back here?"

"I probably might have, to a degree, but my mother brought a gentleman home with her from London and he stay for two years – longest relationship I can remember her having – and after I got myself kicked out of all the New York schools, she enrolled me in some in London. I spent a lot of time there back and forth through my teenage years. The accent stuck."

They had arrived at Myka's apartment. She brushed a curl out of her face and smiled lightly at HG. "Well, it suits you." She said sincerely. She couldn't imagine what HG would sound like with an american accent, it wouldn't fit her at all.

"Why thank you darling, I happen to agree."

Myka raised her eyebrows a little at the 'darling' but let it go. "Well, this is me, do you want to call a car?"

"Oh, I can walk." HG said. Myka looked around. She didn't like the idea of HG walking home alone this late at night. HG seemed to read her mind. "Worried about my well being Detective? I can assure you I can take care of myself."

"Would you just call a car, you can wait in my apartment for it." Myka offered before she knew what she was doing.

HG grinned mischievously. "Offering me a night cap?"

Myka rolled her eyes. "Yes or no?" She asked impatiently.

"Thank you." HG said with a nod and followed Myka upstairs.

Myka groaned internally. Her apartment was a mess and the last person she wanted up there was the famous HG Wells. Her crappy, little apartment would give away a lot, and Myka new HG would be looking. The author couldn't help herself, Myka wished she had just let her walk home. She would have been fine; but the cop in her couldn't do it. Serve and protect was ingrained into her. The minute she walked in she scanned the room trying to see what she needed to try to subtly hide. "Phone's right there." She pointed as she shucked her coat and sneakily slipped a photograph of a younger version of herself with her mother into a drawer. Myka didn't need questions about that now. In her flustered state, she would probably lose it. HG took the phone and was on it all of five seconds while Myka quickly snatched up dirty clothes and threw them into her bedroom.

"They'll be here in fifteen minutes." HG announced.

"Oh, great, you um...want a glass of water or something?"

"I would love one thank you Myka." HG smiled and plopped down gracefully onto Myka's couch.

Myka didn't quite know how to handle this HG. The cocky, annoying writer she could deal with, she knew what to expect in that, as annoying as she was; but this...Myka had no idea how to deal with this. HG was being...Myka couldn't think of the right word. She quickly pulled out two glasses and filled them under the tap before going back out and handing one to HG. There really wasn't anywhere else for Myka to sit but on the couch next to HG so, reluctantly she sat down. HG watched her intently while she sipped her water and Myka shifted uncomfortably under her gaze.

"What?" Myka finally asked.

"You never mentioned your boyfriend." HG said. Confused, Myka stared dumbly at HG until she pointed to a picture frame next to the tv. Myka followed her gaze and caught on once she saw the old picture of her and Sam.

"Oh, no...he's not...I mean he was, but he...no that's a really old picture. Sam's dead."

HG's grin dropped and she immediately scooted closer to Myka and put an arm around her shoulders. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't...I'm sorry." HG said genuinely.

Myka was utterly confused. This was all too much, this case, her mother's murder creeping up on her, HG being...nice instead of annoying, talking about Sam, and...HG's arms around her; it was too much. Myka slipped out of HG's grasp and stood up, wrapping her arms around herself instinctually. "No, it's fine. It...it was a long time ago, we were rookies. Its fine really." Myka insisted. HG stood up as well and just as she moved closer and Myka was sure she would lose it completely a car beeped outside and Myka looked down out the window. "Your car's here."

"I can tell him to wait..." HG moved closer and Myka stepped back, noting the slightly hurt look on the other woman's face.

"No!" Myka insisted, not looking HG in the eyes. "I'm really fine HG. Thanks for the walk tonight, it was nice." Myka forced a smile on her face and looked up at HG. She knew she wasn't faking it that well, but she needed HG to leave. "See you tomorrow?" She asked.

HG paused like she was going to protest but instead she bit her lip and nodded. Myka remained where she was, arms wrapped around herself as HG slipped on her coat. HG stared at Myka a moment longer, than shocked her as she moved closer and placed a chaste kiss to Myka's cheek. "Thank you for a lovely evening Myka." She smiled lightly and walked outside.

Myka stayed where she was, watching as HG climbed into the taxi and looked back up at Myka's window with a small wave goodbye. Myka managed to return it, then felt her eyes welling up with tears as the car pulled away. The case, her mother, Sam, and now HG...Myka finally lost it. She crawled into bed and sobbed until she fell asleep.