Admittedly it got a little away from me but it ended up nicely, I thought.
It also brought up the concept of taking on new personas in different environments which I always thought was fun. Have you ever pretended to be a totally different person just for fun? The world is too big for just one person to explore it all. Be new!
“I can’t believe you used to come here it’s so…not what I
expected.” Rick wandered around the homely restaurant that looked so calm and
peaceful.
Kate came up behind him, bumping his knee into a far booth.
“What, you were expecting some seedy bar where I had tawdry affairs as Katya
the Muscovite?”
“Well…yes.” He picked up the menu but couldn’t read it. He
was just so disappointed.
“I hate to disappoint you, Castle I just came here for the
food.”
“Then why did you bring me here?”
She loved when he pouted. So cute. “Because I know you’ve
been having Russian sex fantasies about me since that one time I pretended to
be Russian to save your ass and I thought it was time to set the record
straight. What did you think I did in Kiev anyways?”
“Well if I had to guess, I would say”
“Michael.”
“What?” he looked over to find his girlfriend suddenly very
white, pulling her menu open to hide her face from any passersby. “No I don’t
think you did Michael while you were in Kiev; who’s Michael?”
“Katya?” Kate winced and tried to duck down further into the
booth but it just wasn’t working.
Rick, ever curious, just had to peek out over the side to
catch of a glimpse of the man his strong, confident detective desperately
wanted to hide from. Blew her cover wide open. “Who’s Michael?”
She leaned forward, she they were nearly nose to nose across
the table. “I met him Kiev over twenty years ago.”
“Oh there’s more to that story.” He insisted.
Curse him. “I may have told him I was a… hooker.” He just
stared. “It was a dare from my friend; and I didn’t think I’d ever see him
again.”
“Katya?” There he was, Michael, the one-night stand from a
lifetime ago, all hunky and gorgeous with his Russian accent and wavy brown
hair, standing before her.
“Michael, hello.” She didn’t mean to, it was just a reflex.
Castle shot her an amused look at her ‘reflex’ Russian accent.
“How have you been?”
“Fine.” Was she sweating? It felt like she was sweating out
of her dress. She thought she had buried that life a long time ago. “What are
you doing in New York?”
“Oh I work here now. Been here almost ten years now.”
Perfect. “What are you doing here? I thought you were going to travel the world
and then settle down in Greece.”
She let out a nervous giggle that Rick was never going to
let her live down. “I guess things didn’t work out like that.”
“I’ll say.” Rick muttered. He couldn’t help it, it was just
too hilarious.
Of course his comment attracted the attention of the hunk
with porn star abs. “I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve been introduced.”
“Right,” Kate cleared her throat. “Michael this is Rick, my”
“Let’s say handler.” She gaped at her boyfriend. He was
sleeping on the couch for a week.
“Oh.” She watched the implications play on his face. “Oh! So
you’re still doing that huh?”
“Yup.” She breathed; maybe if she breathed hard enough she
could hyperventilate and this conversation would end. Quickly.
“Well I guess, if you got it you got it.” Please, please
pass out.
“That she does.” The glare she shot her boyfriend melted the
ice in the cups of the elderly couple behind them.
“Well listen, Katya,” dear lord, Michael was still talking
to her “if you every want a change of pace,” He shot an unexpected look at Rick
that made the writer jump back in his chair. “Just give me a call okay?”
She took the card and nearly choked on the piece of gum she
spit out an hour ago. “You work for the NYPD?”
Rick couldn’t help it; he was gripping the table in
uncontrollable laughter while several patrons looked on. Michael simply glared.
“Is there something funny Rick?”
“Nothing it’s just…” he was shaking so hard it was difficult
to form sentences. “I don’t think she’ll be calling you any time soon. Not a
cop.”
“Rick.” She swatted her boyfriend, her face brighter than
ever. “Keep it down.” He swatted her back, trying – not very hard – to dispel
his tears of laughter.
The poor man watching their exchange misinterpreted and
leaned over the table so he was right in Rick’s face. “She is not your
property. She can leave you any time.”
He looked right passed him and straight into his girlfriend’s
eyes. She was pissed off but there was a spark of amusement that he planned on
igniting. “Oh she can leave me; but I don’t think she ever will.” She pursed
her lips, onto his game but curious to see how far he’d take it.
“Oh I don’t know, Rick.” She bit her bottom lip. “I wouldn’t
mind a change of pace.”
“Last night wasn’t enough for you?” He mirrored her lip bite
just to keep from laughing – and because it was hilarious “That was a swanky
place I set you up in.” Oh she remembered the hotel room he booked for the two
of them so they could take a “stay-cation and just forget the world”. It was a swanky place – what she saw of it.
“You are disgusting.” She blinked out of her memories when
she noticed Michael was still in Rick’s face. “I ought to arrest you right
now.”
“You could.” Rick was enjoying this way too much. “But I
haven’t actually done anything wrong.”
“Alright Rick, that’s enough.” She gave him a sharp look
that he seemed to miss.
“I’ll saw when it’s enough.” He caught it that time. “It’s
enough.” Oh right, Michael was still there. Why was he still there? This was
getting a little out of hand. “If you’ll excuse us Michael we have some place
to be right now.” Namely, the precinct but he wasn’t about to tell mister
swimsuit model. There was just something about him that really bugged Rick.
Pool boy slapped his hand on the table preventing the writer
from escaping. Kate rolled her eyes, dropping the accent. “Alright Michael
that’s enough, let him through, we really do have to get going.” The man didn’t
move. “Michael let him through.”
“Katya this doesn’t concern you, you can walk away.”
Seriously? The couple exchanged glances over their captor’s shoulder. How had
this guy made it into the police department?
“Oh you are so dead.” Rick chuckled, knowing he’d heard that
phrase before.
“Are you threatening me?”
"No. I am." He turned to find a fist connecting
with his jaw. Detective Kate Beckett could throw a mean right hook.
The accent was back in full force. "If you come near me
or my boyfriend ever again I will have you arrested for harassment." She
leaned in dangerously close. "I have a special relationship with the
NYPD." She tossed the man a wink as she pulled her boyfriend out of the
booth, linking her arm in his.
Again Michael didn't understand. In retrospect he might have
been trying to be a good cop but it just came off as annoying. He shouted
across the crowded restaurant as the couple were stepping out "if you
leave with him I'll arrest you on charges of prostitution and assault of a
police officer." The room froze, watching Kate to gage her reaction -
maybe pulling away as well.
They weren't expecting an enraged Kate Beckett reaching into
her pocket as she stormed over to her prey; well, Rick expected it which is why
he let her go. Nose to nose with her target she produced her badge and shoved
it in his face. "Detective Kate Beckett NYPD, homicide unit. You are not
to bother me or my boyfriend ever again; am I clear?" He nodded mostly in
fear for his life. "Good." She stepped back with a bright smile on
her face. "It was great seeing you Michael. Until next time." She
blew him a kiss as she rejoined her boyfriend and sauntered away from the
restaurant.
Rick kissed her cheek "I guess we can't go there
anymore."
"Ya, think?"
"Well it was nice what I got to see of it." He
tugged her closer to his side "and I did get to know a little bit more
about you. Are you just going to let that poor man believe you were a
hooker?"
"If he thinks that I'm a hooker than he deserves to be
thoroughly confused."
"Well you can't blame him, you could totally pull it
off Katya." He kissed her hair when she playfully slapped his chest.
"Just you wait."
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