Hellooooo, Castle lovers! I have a new threeshot for you!
I have had this idea in my head for a while and I am just now finally sitting down and typing it out. Basically, it's a new way that Castle and Beckett meet.
Sorry if this seems a little OOC because it seemed like it did to me, but I didn't really want to go back and change it. I'm just lazy. I also noticed that some parts might not have made sense, so if you need explaining, just ask.
I, sadly, do not own this amazing show known as Castle. The lucky one who does, which is not me, is the amazing Mr. Andrew Marlowe. Which is not me.
"Good morning, darling," Martha said, walking into the room.
"Mother, it's the afternoon," her son, Rick Castle, pointed out, taking his eyes off his laptop and novel for a second.
"Is it? I was out with a new guy last night." She made a drink and sat down on the couch, pulling out a magazine.
"Oh, here we go again," Rick sighed and turned around. "What's his name this time? What show is he starring in? What does he do? Sing? Dance?" Rick really didn't want to know all this stuff, but he knew that if he didn't ask about the new guy he would be hearing about him while he was trying to write.
Or attempting to write. Since he killed off his main character, Derrick Storm, he had had no inspiration at all. Gina was starting to descend upon him, waiting for a new manuscript.
"He's not like the usual men I date; he's more quiet. And as far as I know, he doesn't sing or dance or act or anything." Martha put down her magazine and faced Rick, who had confusion etched into his features.
"Then why are you around him? He's not really your type."
"Oh, nonsense, Richard. I'm allowed to try new kinds of guys. Just like you should do. I know that you're deeper than all those blonds you pick up at your launch parties put together," Martha said.
"Thank you, Mother, I always need you to pay more attention to my love life than yours," Rick said, getting up to find some food. "So what's his name?"
"Jim. I met him at the coffee shop and we just sat down and started talking. Sat there for at least an hour or two. He has a daughter a few years younger than you."
Rick groaned. "Mother, please do not set me up with her. I will meet her sometime and then I'll decide if I want to take her out. By the way, what does she do?"
Martha grinned at the abrupt change in subject. "This is actually funny. Her job is like yours, but she has the real life version."
He did a perfect spit take. "She murders people?"
"No, she's on the other end of the killings. She's a homicide detective," Martha said, rolling her eyes at her son's first assumption.
"Ah. Now tell me: when you and this Jim were talking, did you just talk about your kids? Namely, me?"
"No Richard. We talked about things other than our kids."
He let out his breath, which he seemed to have been holding.
"Such as, our kids' jobs—"
Rick's eyes widened, he didn't like people that talk about him when he wasn't there. He was okay with his book fans talking about him, you know, publicity, but he didn't like it when someone close to him, like his mother or daughter or two ex wives talked about all his embarrassing secrets.
"—and how both of us have kids but either of us have a spouse…come to think of it, Richard, you could've joined that conversation," Martha joked, smiling.
Rick rolled his eyes. "Thank you, Mother."
"You're welcome. Jim and Kate are coming over tomorrow, so I expect you to find Alexis and have both of you be on your best behavior."
Martha and Rick stared at each other for a second and then burst out laughing. "Isn't it Alexis that's supposed to tell us that, Mother?" Rick said. "We're always on our best behaviors."
"What's Alexis telling you?" Alexis asked, walking down the stairs.
"To be on our best behaviors for when Mother brings her new man over tomorrow," Rick said to his daughter.
"And his daughter, dear, don't forget the daughter that you were going to take on a date." Martha laughed.
"Oh, he has a daughter, Dad? And what would her name be?" Alexis asked curiously.
"Kate," Martha said.
"Are you actually going to take her on a date?"
"I haven't actually said that, no," Rick said.
"But you will, darling. Jim showed me a picture and she is beautiful. Clear your evenings for dates with her."
"Okay, Mother. Hey, what happened to Jim's wife?"
Martha looked up, puzzled, from the magazine that she had picked up again. "He didn't say. There was a picture of her in his wallet, though; I saw it when he showed me the picture of Kate. So I think that she either left him and he still loves her, or she died."
Ugh so I just reread that and it seemed a lot better in Word when I wrote it. But pay no attention to the girl in the corner, critiquing her writing. Just review please!
I shoud have the next part up tomorrow. Which, incidentally, is the Caskett kiss that we have all been waiting for! Can't wait!