First of all, I would like to thank everyone that has stopped to read the first chapter of this, that is actually an epilogue, I'm new to this site so I'm still a bit stiff…
Well, since I forgot to write in a disclaimer for it, here it goes: I do not own "Castle" or anything to do with it, that was all Marlowe's idea. However, this plot is mine as well as te o/c characters. Just to clear things out, I'm earning nothing but self-satisfaction with this.
CHAPTER ONE: "Miss Flower"
April 10th 2013, Random Park near the 12th precinct
Kate Beckett sat on a wooden bench, her coffee in hand waiting for her boyfriend to make an appearance. It was about nine or ten and she felt like getting some actual fresh air for once, after the closing of a big, not to say stressful case.
Her golden-brown waves of hair flew about her face with the still chilly spring breeze, as she stared past kids running, it was a Saturday, to a patch of big white daisies, busy bees flying about to collect and spread out there nectar. For a moment she was reminded of a similar scene, about twenty-five years ago, when her mother, having picked her up early from school—Kate had faked a bad stomach and headache, very well—and walked with her home, short-cutting through the park, where the two Beckett women sat under a shady tree and Johanna made her daughter a flower crown of daisies, saying she was her little flower fairy, her little, mischevious, stubborne, troublemaker of a fairy. She also recalled her mother caressing her hair, it had been chanel-style, except her hair then had been of a dark-blonde, perhaps honey-colores, and were extremely curly. It seemed funny how much it had changed until it got to these dark wavy locks of chestnut with light brown highlights that accentuated her big green eyes. Chameleon eyes. Sometimes, brown, sometimes dark green, sometimes bright green and sometimes just plain hazel. Her mom used to say she'd know what season of the year it was on pictures and such, just by looking into her Katie's eyes. They changed with the seasons, like the leaves, and though it had annoyed her as a youngster, Kate had learned to embrace it, her eyes made her special, maybe just not the eyes, but they reminded her how special she was, how special her parents thought she was.
Today, Kate had looked at herself in the mirror, doing her morning routine and they were dark green, like fresh, spring leaves.
The detective was pulled away from her reverie as she heard a cry coming from somewhere near her. She looked around and saw a little girl, clad in jean-dress overalls and a yellow t-shirt, crying near the flower patch, clutching her forearm. Kate didn't see any parents or a nanny running for the child's aid and decided she'd do it herself, if she were to be lost it was Kate's job as a cop to help her and return her to her parents.
Kate knelt down next to the child quietly, as to not startle her, careful that she was at her sight.
"Hey, there sweetie, what's the matter?" She asked, feeling electric waves shoot through her body as the little girl looked deep in her eyes, misty green-blues on emerald ones. The little girl showed Kate her arm, that was red and swollen at the curve.
"Bee, I wanted a flower… I don't know what it's called…" The little girl spoke softly, her low voice slow and trembling, clearly holding herself not to cry. Kate nodded and examined her arm to see if the bee's horn had stuck to her skin, Kate pulled it out not even earning a flinch from the adorable little child. "It hurts…" She whispered, downcast eyes looking up into Kate's, who became breathless. Wow, this kid was magical, had pulled her into her charms so easily, so effortlessy.
"Well, it wont hurt for long, I promise." Kate wordlessly asked permission to access her arm, and placed a butterfly kiss where the bee had stung her. "There, there, it'll be all better now, okay?" The little girl nodded with a small smile.
"You're pretty, like a flower…" She stated smiply, and Kate was completely thrown a back with such a simple, but beautiful and meaningful comment, for one she had her eyes all misty by now… Dear God, where were all these mushy, gooey feelings coming from? Surely it wasn't her period aproximating.
"Well you're just as much, maybe more." She answered with a warm, friendly smile. "What's your name little flower, and your age?"
"I'm Eleanor, I'm three."
"Eleanor, that's a beautiful name, suits you. Where's your parents?" Kate questioned looking around until she followed Eleanor's gaze towards a woman closer to the playground, blabbering over the phone.
"She takes care of me." Eleanor said getting up. "By miss flower!" She said, running off with a wave and a cute, toothy grin.
Kate got up, watching as the little girl, a truly inspiring little girl ran off to her mother or something, she couldn't wait to tell Castle of this new adventure. She was pretty like a flower, now.
"Kate!" She heard him call with a wave and a smile and she walked up towards her boyfriend of nearly a year, her arms wrapping around his neck, kissing him good morning as they hadn't seen each other since yesterday before lunch, he had gone on father-daughter day with Alexis.
"Hey, you… What took you so long?" She inquired, cheerfully.
"Well, for starters, I took long getting ready for my ridiculously sexy, cop girlfriend, ready for work?" He asked, kissing Kate passionately before she could say a word.
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