Hey guys, so I got the inspiration for this on tumblr here: post/14583340201/trolling-p

Let me know what you think at the end, and I am in for the long run if you all want.

Once in a while. Every once in a while Richard Castle would ride the subway just to get away. Maybe for an idea for a book because he had writers block, or something along those lines. But, everyday, every time he was on that subway that took him under the grounds of his city, New York, he would see her. A breathtakingly beautiful woman.

She carried her Ipod, and just that. No make-up and clothes that were merely comfortable and no self-assurance problems if he could see any. That simplicity made him very interested. He'd never, ever seen a woman quite like her.

He rode the subway more. Every day now, and he learned her route. Rick decided to bring a pen and notebook with him, and began to write about her. She was his new muse.

One day in September, when he had now watched her everyday for almost four months, did he make his move. Sitting down softly next to her, she turned to him and smiled.

"Hi," he said easily.

"Hey," she said back.

Her voice was like heaven to him. He instantaneously loved it, and knew that he would need to say something else and soon. He had two ex-wives for gosh sakes. He should be able to communicate with a woman. His voice faltered and deceived him the first three times, but it finally came out with a force that startled both him and her.

"What's your name?" Embarrassment flooded over every inch of his being once the high, squeaky sound came out of his mouth. He lightly chuckled trying to mask his embarrassment. And, his new self-consciousness.

She smiled, "I'm Kate. Kate Beckett."

"Kate. Wow, that's a lovely name." He smiled, lips and teeth parted, with a gigantic grin covering his entire face that looked purely ridiculous. He could feel himself falling for her even more so, and he was terrified.

She laughed. "And your name would be?"

"Yes! Right, of course. Castle. Rick Castle."

"Well, Mr. Castle, what do you do?" He was very cute to her. adorable is the word she put him with. Maybe, she could see this going past just sitting next to each other on the train.

"I'm a writer. Novelist I guess. Nothing big," he tried to make it sound menial. "I've seen you here before. On the train. Do you mind if I ask where you're going exactly?"

Despite his clumsiness and all, she noticed that he was a risk-taker asking her a question like that. She loved it. "You see me here everyday? And why would you know that if you haven't been watching me, Mr. Writer? Is there something you should be telling me first?" She smiled to him and laughed lightly to tell him she was just kidding. "I'm a detective. Homicide detective. I'm going to work everyday."

She was smart. And quick. "Homicide. Wow, that's..."

"It's nothing much. Just my job. So, have you been watching me though?"

"I've seen you on here. I've watched you, I'm not going to lie, and I may or may not have written something about you, but... I..."

He tried to get out of this without sounding like a total creep, which was definitely not working.

She slowly got this giant, brilliant smile on her face leaving Rick a little less self-conscious now preoccupied with trying to figure out the meaning behind that smile. "You've... written about, me?"

"Yeah," he said softly.

"May I read it, do-do you have it with you?"

Jerkily, his head bobbed up and down as he got the notebook out of his satchel. He handed it to her and she began reading.

Pretty girl. Rides the subway everyday. Ipod in hand with no make-up on. Simple girl. Beauty. I am invisible. I'm never noticed by kinds like her. I want to be noticed. I am never noticed. I bet she isn't either. Never noticed for her worth, just her looks. Her beauty. I wonder what she does. Maybe a journalist, or works at a coffee shop. Maybe she does something totally unexpected like a cop.

The moment I approach her, I'll be sucked in. Her warmth will take over and she'll surely be my everything. My love. No matter what happens, I know this will be drastic.

If she runs, I'll run too. If she dies, I might as well. Hell, I don't even know this woman and I'm talking as if I love her. Fuck. What if I do love her?

Pretty girl. Leaps tall buildings in a single bound. Carries the weight of the world on her shoulders. I'm in love with a mystery. Who is this woman? Who will I become without her?

I am horrible at goodbye's, so maybe I shouldn't give her the opportunity of a goodbye. But what will happen if I don't even give anything any opportunity?

She's in my veins. Like that song. She's in my veins and I cannot get her out. I need this mystery.

Kate looked away from the notebook up into Rick's eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for thinking all these things and now you think of me as a creep. But, the truth is all there. Everything. We can go back to our lives and pretend this never happened."

"No. This has been done. I can see easily your feelings for me." She gave the notebook back. He knew he'd just messed up every possible good outcome. He should've just lied and said he didn't bring it today. He felt horrible.

She stood up, ready to get off at the stop. "So, if you want, call me." She handed him her card then stepped off the train disappearing into the sea of people.

So, this is my first Castle fanfic, and I saw the picture on tumblr, and had to write about it.

Let me know what you think, and I am very interested to see how many people are in this for at least a little while longer.