Rick's Loft

5:45 am

After another long night at the12th precinct. Rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes. Strength his arms; high in the air. Shirt is above his stomach; he pulls it down. Gets up, to grab a cup of coffee. Really needed to get, some writing done. But, he knew it was wrong, to keep stalling with Gina. She may, have been his ex-wife and his publisher. She don't deserve, what he was doing to her. It felt like, a battle with his feelings for certain homicide detective. Kate Beckett, she was at the center of his mind. Felt like an asshole; for coming into her life. Maybe, he should have left. Right after, their first case together. Always would tell him. "Stay in the car. You'll just be in the way. I can shoot you." He admitted, maybe shouldn't have looked into her mother case.

He groaned loudly, as the coffee touches his tongue. Tasting really good, to him. "Maybe, I should leave the precinct. So, her life can be easier for her." He was going through, every pro and con inside his mind. He couldn't, see anything good for him. Beckett, deserve to live her life the way she wants too. Thinking about, giving her some space in her personal and professional life too. What was the point, in stalling any longer. He runs a hand, through his own hair. He really, need some fresh air. Maybe, a long and walk or ran would do him good after all. He walked over, to his closet. He went through, his clothes and was looking through them. He find a couple of sweat suits. They were black, dark grey, navy and just grey colors. He picked up, the dark grey color sweat suit. He changed, out of his shirt and boxer's into his dark grey suit.

"I better grab a water bottle for my run." Talking to himself.

Take his wallet, keys and cellphone. Once he was out the door, he made it to the elevator. Was going down, once out the doors. It was a very cool air; hit his face. It felt kinda nice to him. He starts, very slowly with a jog. Not, wanting to get wear out from his ran. He was gaining speed, but not running too slow or fast. He just kept going, until he reached three miles on his ran. Walking an extra two miles. He really, felt better going outside. He saw a bench, right by the park. He decided to take a breathers or two. Felt badly out of shape. Once, he was done cooling off. He decided, to go buy himself a cup of coffee or ice coffee. He just took, a long deep breath was on his way. He saw the coffee shop, he goes inside and it's not too busy.

The cashier, asked for his order. "Hey, good morning can I take your order?"

"Yes! Can I have a hot coffee and a blueberry muffin please." He smiles right at her.

"Yes! Sir! That will be $13.45." She tells him. "It will be ready in five minutes."

"Thank You. Very much, you have a really good day." He tells her smiling right at her.

He was just sitting, waiting for his order to be ready. Watching the news and weather. See, that a very bad storms is coming in. His order, was ready and he takes his coffee and muffin. Once he, ate and drink, his snack and coffee. He was ready to head for home. He thanked, the lady again. Afterwards, made his way home.

He was getting rid of his trash, he heard shouting and struggling behind the alleyway. He should call for the cops for help. He slowly made, his way down the long alleyway. He got very close, he see a woman; who is tall, athletic and smoking hot. Her long reddish blonde hair. Was in french braid over her shoulder. Her black shirt, tan jacket, khaki pants and combat brown boots. Sending a side kick, to the man's gut. He groaned in pain; holding his stomach. He is grounding his teeth. The woman; bright blue eyes. Can see the fire in them. She is ready, for a fight another man. Was getting ready to attack her; he need to help het. Before she gets hurt very badly. He tackle him; to the ground. He see the woman; looking at him. Her eyes; are staring a hole into him.

He has a look, in his eyes. "Look out."

She turns around, punches the next guy in the face. "Thanks."

This men; most be very bad criminals. Robbers or rapists; probably both not good. He got back up; to his feet. He grabs a man wrist and twist it very quickly. Kick him; in the chest sending him backwards. Grab her arm; they started running very fast away from the alleyway.

Two Or Three Miles Away

He has his arm; wrap tightly around her waist. He wanted, to get back to his loft. He don't wanna stop, until they get to his place safely. He see her arms; are wrapped tightly around his arm. Poor girl; she most be terrified right now. He then slow down, he needed to hold her tight against his side.

"Were almost to my loft, you're going to be alright I promised." He tells her.

Back At Castle Loft

8:34 am

He helped her; inside the building and he has her arm over the back of his neck. He talks to his head of security. After explaining the situation to him. He agreed to call the54th precint. He don't wanna deal with anyone from the12th precint. He lifted her up into his arms. Started carrying her; into his arms to the elevator. Her arms; are wrapped tightly around his neck. He got off the elevator, and carried her inside his loft. Laid her down on the couch. He ran, got her pillow and blanket from the bed. He helped lift; her head up and she laid her head against the pillow. He covers her up with the blanket. She passes out, maybe from shock. Her adrenaline most have, went out very fast. He had to make some coffee and gets sugar out.

The 54th precint sent, in their detectives and paramedics. They look her over, while Rick gave him his side of the story. But, she was still out. Might have been too much. He was going, to let her rest on the couch. Paramedics, saw some scratches on her arms and hands. She most have, been fighting her attacker's. She was sound to sleep.

He thanked everyone, for time and effort. He felt bad, for the young woman. He was told her identity, he was shocked. "Brenda Johnson." She was publisher and writer herself. He was curious, about her background. Mostly her; figure out what her back story is. So, many questions about her. But, he shouldn't be curious about the woman sleeping on his couch. He was trying, to figure out what to do about his situation with 12th precint and Beckett.

Four Hours Later

12:34 pm

Slowly opening up her eyes; looking around this wasn't her place. "Where am I?" Running her hands; over her own face. Slowly gets up, from the couch. A glass of water, was being handed to her. "My place." She takes it in her hands. "I remember, I was being attacked by some gang members." Tears were in her eyes. "You. We're trying to fight them. Had seen fire, in your eyes." She takes a long slip of her water. Sits the glass of water, down on the table. "Wasn't going, to let a man hurt me." He gets up; see the sky has black or grey clouds. Which means the storm was coming in. Soup was ready, he got her bowl, so she could eat. "Soups ready, I'll bring you over a bowl." He hands her a bowl of soup. She smiles; right at him. "Thank You!"

"I have never meet you, before. Did you just move here?" He asked her curiously. "I'm so sorry, shouldn't have asked. You we're just attacked."

"No! It's alright, you were making conversation. Yes! I'm brand new in the city." Soup was really good.

"Do you write, you're own books?" He asked her.

"Some of them, I'm just starting out on my own." She blush, looking at him.

"That's a good start, it took some time for my first novel to get published." He takes, a slip of his hot soup.

"I'm still having trouble, but, I'm sure it will happen one day." She takes a slip of soup.

After, she was done with her soup. He takes both bowls; putting them in the dishwasher. He starts it, before storm was picking up. The wind, wasn't too bad at first. The wind was getting very gusty outside. Could see things, flying off peoples roofs and balcony's. Plant pots flew and fall off the edges. He saw the rain; started to pour very heavily. Hitting the windows, very hard. Thunder and lightning, was going like crazy outside. Brenda, was watching the storm. "Wow. Most be one, hell of a storm outside." She tells him. "Can't disagree, with you there." He goes, to make some coffee. "Wanna a cup of coffee?" He asked her. "Yeah. I loved some hot coffee." She smiles at him. He saw, how nice her smile was. Warm and welcoming, not what he had with Beckett.

"I already talked to the cop's; told them everything that happened. The paramedics; came over too. They saw some, scratches nothing serious. Passed out, from shock." He tells her.

"Thank You! I really appreciate that. Should, go to the police station. Give them my side of the story." She has a hand; on her forehead.

"You, don't have too. I got a good relationship; with the police station." He tells her.

"Really should, tell them my side of the story." She tells him.

"Will go after, the storm is over with. It's getting, weather isn't dying down anytime soon." He tells her. Has a hand on her shoulder.

At The 12th Precinct

7:45 am

Beckett Desk

Having arrived at her desk, Tom was waiting for her by her desk. Sitting in Castle chair. He already had her coffee and some donuts for her. He was looking through the case. She just smiled at him. He handed her coffee. "Thanks." He just smiled at her. Sitting down in her chair, he starts talk about their case. She just sits their, listening to him go and on. "I think, the line cook has a motive. He was jealous of the head chef. What better, way to get rid of the chef. So, he could be the next head chef." She was trying, to listen to him. But, it was hard sometimes. He was a bit of talker too much. Taking a slip of her coffee. Take a bite of her donut.

A storm was going to come in very soon. But, she had no idea what was going to happen today.

The storm had just started, she hadn't seen Castle all day. Which was fine to her. Probably, too busy being a play boy. So, he thought he was too good for any of them. Fine, then don't come back at all. Getting back, with Tom; since they were working together on the case. Esposito and Ryan, were in the break room having coffee together.

"Do you think, that the line cook is our suspect?" Asked him.

"Of course, he's our suspect. He was getting tried of the head chef." Tom, was telling her.

"Shouldn't, we have more theories on our case." Ryan tells them.

Esposito, was giving his partner disapproving looks. "Castle Junior, do you have more theories from Writer Boy."

"Haven't seen him or spoke to him. Have you?" Ryan threw at him.

"No! Of course not. Why? Should I care at all." Esposito, sounding all arrogant.

"Guess, you can forget about using his Ferrari." Ryan, hits back at him.