Flowers On Her Grave

by Lady Allana Solo

Inspired by 06 x 05. What if Beckett and Castle met under different circumstances much earlier in life? Takes place over all seasons with a few changes of course. Starts when Meredith and Castle were not on good terms with each other. Also note: grief comes in waves, so if you think some of this is cold hearted, you'll see more emotion later on. CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is welcome.

15. Moving Day

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

Castle picked up the last few boxes and placed them in the moving van. He went back inside and took one last look around. Everything looked so pristine, so sterile; it did not look like someone committed murder there a few weeks before. He took one last look at his old office. The new office had more space, but this one had character, a history, and could brag nearly 20 best sellers.

"Ready to go, darling?" His mother asked.

"Yes. Now's as good of a time as any." They walked out the door and never looked back.

KBRCKBRCKBRC

Huge was an understatement; the house was gigantic….no, enormous? Castle made a mental note to find the right synonym later. Vast seemed to fit. He pulled into the driveway Johanna rushed over from next door with Alexis.

"There's Daddy!" She cooed.

"Hey, Castle. Everything go all right?" Kate walked down the back steps.

"Yah, just perfect. I can't believe you found this."

"It was nothing." She winked.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He asked.

"Who? Me? No. I thought with the trial so close, this would be the perfect neighborhood for some privacy. It's in our best interest if you stay alive. Let's get the truck unpacked." They walked to the moving van together. Kate opened the door, and they began carrying boxes inside.