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Prompt #11: Initial - She knew the second he turned around that he was going to be trouble.

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Richard Castle is my suspect. I'm torn between two very opposite reactions to this news.

Part of me wants to jump up and down in fangirly joy. I'd finally be meeting the man who wrote the stories that got me through some of the toughest times in my life. I'd be meeting the man who wrote some of the best crime novels I'd ever read, even back when I wanted to be a cop. He was a beacon for me. A hero.

The other part of me not squealing in joy was screaming in denial. Richard Castle couldn't be involved with these murders. His books were bestsellers, which made them very well read and circulated. It had to be a coincidence. A copycat.

Either way, I'm going to the launch party of Storm Fall to talk to Richard Castle.

I think I might pass out in joy. Before we leave, of course. The last thing I need is Ryan and Esposito on my case about being a fangirl.

That's just not my style.

Ugh, I'm so disillusioned right now.

I haven't even walked in two minutes ago and I've got his personality down pat. He's a charming, arrogant, playboy man-child who's coasting on air and signing girls' "chests" like he's a damn rock star. He's signed five in the minute I've been staring at him in disbelief.

I might ralph. Seriously.

But I'm here to do a job. So, bucking it up, I take the necessary steps forward to where he was talking with another girl at the bar and say, "Mr. Castle?"

He spins around, and for a split second, he's the most handsome man I've ever seen. Then he pulls out the marker and says, "Where would you like it?"

My voice gains the disgusted note it needs as I flash my badge. "Detective Kate Beckett, NYPD. We need to ask you a few questions about a murder that took place earlier tonight."

The redheaded girl - who I now recognize as his daughter, Alexis - reaches over and takes the pen. "That's new," she remarks, obviously answering a question he'd asked her.

Apparently he was bored.

Well, he's not anymore. I've found that being hauled in for questioning is a very sobering prospect.

Who am I kidding? I so saw this coming!

He's a child in a man's body. That's all I can say. He's juvenile and selfish and manipulative and just a plain and utter bastard!

He tricked me. He stole the files.

And then he figured out who really killed Ashley Tisdale, and why. Smug bastard.

Part of me wants to just cuff him and beat him senseless for making me worry.

But the other part of me thinks, Huh, he's actually useful. But I'd never tell him that.

I don't think his ego should get any bigger than it already is.

Richard Castle will be shadowing me. I'm torn between two very different reactions.

One part of me wants to shoot him. Multiple times. In the face. His shadowing me around will only give me gray hair and wrinkles of annoyance.

But the other part of me that wasn't screaming with denial was squealing in joy. Rick Castle would be staying longer! I'd be his inspiration! How many people can say that?

Either way, Castle's going to be sticking around for quite a while now.

This ought to be interesting.

Flashback to Pilot, because I wondered what Beckett's reactions to all this were.

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