Hello there! This has been brewing for quite some time... I am not done with it quite yet (I wanted to post it all at once, but I didn't want someone to think of it and post it before me!) So it will be broken into short chapters.

I really think this song fits them perfectly. 'Secrets' by OneRepublic. I actually hate everything else that OneRepublic does, but I absolutely adore this song... probably for its Caskett-y relevance. :D

Enjoy!

I need another story

Something to get off my chest

My life gets kinda boring

Need something that I can confess

Tonight, Richard Castle was straining to play the part. There wasn't even a tiny part of him that wanted to be at yet another book release party. Not to say he wasn't proud of his latest work as an author, but this evening was particularly lack-luster. He had killed off his star character, Derek Storm, for a reason. It was selfish, rash, and seemed delusional to nearly everyone but him, and he knew it. But really, it was simple. He was bored.

When he got right down to it, he was actually much more frustrated with himself for being bored than anything else. That was the real problem. He had money, yes, but he didn't ever want to be one of those rich folks who kept throwing their money down the drain in order to keep themselves entertained. Not only was he against it on principle, but what kind of father would he be if he set that kind of example for Alexis? Whipped cream right from the can? Not nearly as bad as becoming a self-absorbed, wasteful brat, he thought.

Scanning the crowd, he picked out faces he knew, and set himself on autopilot. Sign something, snap a picture, sip champagne, repeat. It was all very exhausting. This much was certain; he needed out. Heading to the bar, he found Alexis studying, and his mother, Martha, giving her a hard time about it. He smiled. These two made events like this a little brighter... a silver lining of sorts to his inner dreary mood.

He joined their conversation, expressing his frustration with the routine that had become his life. Rick Castle didn't do routine. Rick Castle did dangerous. Rick Castle did spontaneous. Rick Castle did surprises. As these words were coming out of his mouth, he felt a slight tap on his shoulder that made him jump and shiver all at once.

"Where would you like it?" He turned, expecting an excited fan, pining for his autograph.

The woman who had spoken just gave him a sly smirk and said,

"Richard Castle, Detective Kate Beckett, NYPD. I need to ask you a few questions about a murder that took place earlier tonight."

Talk about surprises.

Just the beginning. :)

There is much more to come... I have quite a bit written. I will post part two tomorrow! :D

Reviews, please? I know this was just a teasing of a chapter, but it's the first stanza's writing. I didn't want to put two in one chap. :)