"I expect to see both you and your girlfriend tomorrow night. Don't let me down. It's about time we all got better acquainted" Richard looked at his boss with an expression that was neither worried nor happy. He regretted ever speaking of her name. At the time they were a thing and he was more than overjoyed to call her his girlfriend but as the month grew on their relationship distanced.

There was no more spark, nothing that was remotely worth going home for. And so he ended it like any average guy would do. But here's the catch. His boss wants to meet her and this could unfold a whole load of problems.

"Sure. We'll be there"

What was he saying? He knew for a fact that she wouldn't be there and yet his mouth just kept talking and he's just dug himself a deeper and deeper hole that he's gonna have a hell lot of trouble getting out of. His boss smiled as she walked away, feeling satisfied that finally she would see Richard's girl. He watched as she strode away but he wasn't really there. Should I tell her that she won't be coming, make up some excuse for her absence? The thought crossed his mind several times until he ended up with a repetitive loop of nonsense. He couldn't just say no now, what would she think? Being in a job like his was all about keeping up appearances and if he wanted to remain in the job, he had to continue doing just that.

He lay back on his desk chair as he laid his legs onto the table in front of him. He was a writer at one of the most famous fashion magazines in New York and because of that there was a large weight on his shoulders. It felt like if he let one person down, he would be letting the whole team down. It was pathetic really how he felt like everyone's opinion rested on this one decision. He would have hoped that he had better sense than to think of such things. Snap out of it he mocked himself. This was crazy. How was he going to pull this off? He didn't even have 24hours to work with. How was he possibly going to find a 'girlfriend' in such a limited time space?

He pulled out his phone as he began to scroll down all the lady contacts he owned. He would be lying if he said that there weren't a lot of them. He could ask anyone and they would be more than obliged to help out the Richard Castle. Of course, to begin with that would be like taking candy off a baby, a piece of cake and then they would want more. He was like a drug to them, once they got a taste they couldn't help but fight the urge to dig their talons into him and never let go.

He sighed. There was a reason he wasn't currently dating anyone of them and he would rather kill himself then put himself through that kind of trauma again.

He needed some air. There was no way he was going to be able to get any work done today. Mainly because of writer's block and also there were thousands of other things racing through his mind. He grabbed his coat off the back of his chair and marched out of there.

Richard walked along the sterile white corridors, passing several eager ladies eyes as he did so. He would class himself as quite a good looking man and wasn't really surprised when ladies gave him the look. Over the years, one could say he had gain a 'reputation' of being a ladies' man and it was a reputation he would like to keep up. Of course then Stephanie arrived (his ex-girlfriend) who really fooled him into thinking that maybe she was the one. They got on like a house on fire and managed to keep that fire burning for a solid two months – which was a record for his standards – then of course, she got boring. Not to sound harsh but maybe being boring was just his way of saying I'm-just-not-that-into-you. He assumed it was to do with her new promotion at work. It used up all her energy and made her tired so when Richard wanted so alone time she wasn't up for it. No wonder the spark left the way it did.

It seemed there was also another reason why Richard Castle had so many girlfriends and not enough long term relationships. He couldn't settle down. It seemed almost impossible. Don't get him wrong over the years the thought had crossed his mind as he hoped that he would find that girl and she would sweep him off his feet, putting him off any other woman. But as he got older the thought began to disappear and he was left with a baron man who enjoyed women. There was no other way of putting it. He had lost all interest in holding on to anything less than a day.

He stood in the elevator as the doors started to shut. He got some much needed alone time in those few minutes in the elevator. But the silence didn't last long as the doors opened again to an empty floor. No one stood outside waiting to come in. As he peaked his head around to see if anyone was there he frowned, letting the door begin to shut. Before it was inches away from closing a slim hand crossed it path causing it the stop. As elevators tend to do, it began to retract, opening to let this person in.

His eyes widened as he looked to the floor, lifting up to see a pair of long heeled legs. He noticed how the shoes emphasised her legs perfectly and the way that her legs stood in an almost pose like state. It turned out all those years in the fashion industry, served him well. He smiled as his eyes began to rise following those legs to a red pencil skirt that started just above the knee and followed all the way up to her slender waist. How could he not stare at such a beautiful creature? She wore a white collared top and her brunette locks ended at the tip of her shoulders. The curls framed her perfectly angled face as she cocked her head slightly, giving him a confused glaze.

"Can I come in?" she queried as he stood at the entrance of the elevator admiring her assets. He shook his head realising what he had been doing as he smiled, moving aside so she could stand next to him. The doors closed as she walked in and he could imagine elevator music playing in the background as they awkwardly stood there in silence. What must she be thinking of him? He had been checking her out for what seemed like hours and here they stood rigidly next to each other, avoiding each other's gaze. He turned to her and raised a hand, breaking the silence as she smiled

"I'm Richard Castle. I work on eleventh" she shook his hand in response

"So you're a writer?" her voice was like velvet and he could help but stare into her eyes. The hazelnut centre trapped him there like the lost puppy he was turning into and he couldn't leave his owner's side now that he had found her.

"Yes how did you know? Let me guess, you're a fan of my work? Oh wait maybe it's just writer like good looks" he smirked as she looked down, trying not to smile at his obvious flirt. She pointed slowly to the red strap around his neck.

"I read your badge" she definitely thought he was an idiot now. He tried to shake it off as he held the badge in his hand and twirled it around in his fingertips.

"Of course you did" he smiled "Sorry I didn't catch your name?" The elevator binged as she reached her stop. She walked out and just as the elevator was closing she turned to smile at him. She was facing him side on as her hands were placed elegantly at the front of her body, holding what looked like a purse.

"Kate" she said as the doors closed and he couldn't see her anymore. Kate her name echoed in his mind. She knew so much about him – well that he was a writer - and all he knew about her was her name. There could be hundreds of Kate's just in this very building. Any chance of seeing her again would be almost one to none. But did he want to see her again? Of course he did. He wouldn't be a red blooded male if he didn't. He held his hands to his face as he chuckled beneath his grasp.

The door stopped for him as he began to leave the confinements of the elevator. He walked slowly out the door, thinking of nothing but her.
Who was she? And why was she in the building? He began making assumptions – like all good writers do – maybe she was an employee? He shook his head, no he would have definitely noticed if someone like that was wondering around the building. Maybe she was someone's hot mistress that came under cover to give him or her – he raised his eyebrow – an afternoon quickie. Yes, he liked the thought of that, lucky thing.

He noted that she arrived two floors after him. He had hoped that maybe they would be lucky enough for a chance meeting again. He remembered the way she smiled. She had a beautiful smile. It matched the rest of her but what drew him to her was her eyes – and of course her legs – but mainly the eyes. He walked about two steps before stepping back into that elevator and making his way to the floor he believed was hers.

The doors opened to reveal a floor he had never been into. Day in and day out the only floor he would go to was the eleventh. The rest was almost like separate buildings. The place was so big that it was completely possible for there to be so many people and yet not one of them would bump into each other - other than the silent meetings in the elevator every once in a while – he looked around, searching for a sign of something that she did.

Was she a model, an actress, an angel? He found a sign above the wall and all it said was:

NYPD.

Since when did the NYPD have a floor in this building? Was his first thought then the second was Omg she's a criminal. In all honesty the whole idea that she was a criminal was making all his erotic fantasies come true. It was a double whammy. She was smoking hot and naughty. He smiled at the thought as people began to stare at him – the foolish writer standing daydreaming outside their elevator – he smiled as they looked at him. A Spanish looking man began to approach him as he narrowed his eyes.

"Do you need some help?" Richard looked at him bluntly as if to say don't-you-know-who-I-am but in all truth not many people knew who he was. He was just another name in another famous magazine. In New York that was like another piece of gum left stuck to the payment. Instead of answering, he held out his hand and introduced himself.

"Richard Castle from the eleventh floor" the man took his hand in bemusement. By now, Richard was almost positive that this man thought he was insane. His eyes widened slightly at his name which gave him hope that maybe he wasn't as unknown as he originally thought.

"Detective Esposito" they shared an odd look at each other as both men were unsure where to take the conversation next. They were still in the hand shaking pose as they realised it would be best to let go of each other's hands before he gathered more of an audience than he already had. "Could I help you will something, Mr. Castle?"

"Yes, I'm looking for a criminal" Esposito laughed like it was the craziest thing he had ever heard. Richard was confused. Was this not where they interrogated criminals?

"Well you've come to the right place my friend but I'm afraid we can't just hand out that kind of information"

"Okay fine, I'll reword that sentence. I'm looking for someone called Kate. Do you happen to know her?" Esposito smiled again but this time he beckoned over his partner. Richard was soon turning into the laughing stock of the NYPD. It wasn't the first time. Detective Ryan was soon by his side as the man gave Richard the once over before Esposito spoke again

"This man says he's looking for Kate do we know a Kate here Ryan?" Ryan looked confused. Esposito almost winked without moving his eyes and Ryan knew to play along. They had been partners for a few years and they had this bromance that meant the littlest twitch in body language, they could sense it what it meant. Ryan was almost convinced they were breaching on being telepathic.

"Kate you say?" he thought for a second "Nope doesn't ring a bell" Richard's face sunk. In all fairness they go through a lot of people in a day. Trying to find a Kate would be like finding a needle in a hay stack.

He smiled and thanked them as he stepped back into the elevator. He could have sworn they high fived as he left but he thought nothing of it as he made his way back to eleventh.

\His hope of finding a date for tomorrow was growing smaller and smaller. He had to think fast before his time was up but now he had another thing to add to his plate.

He needed to find Kate.

Back with a new fanfic, sorry to disappoint it's not one of my usual Klaroline fics (although I promise I will write another one) I've been avidly obsessed with Castle for the last few weeks and decided to try my hand at writing for them. Man, it's harder than it looks but here it is. It doesn't all start kicking off til the next chapter (when all of this might start to make sense) If you haven't already figured out, Kate is still a homicide detective but hasn't met Castle yet until now. Kinda of like their first meeting with a difference. Anyways, I'll see how this all goes. Also, if you liked some of my other fanfics you can now buy the vampire & the huntsman and what happens in london on Amazon in both paperback & kindle version. Of course the names are different but the storyline is still the same. Please support me & my writing it is much appreciated but until then, I will continued to indulge you with my words. Please review, favourite, follow, whatever you like, just so I know you guys are still with me (like you have always been) thank you, I'll stop talking now! Hope you enjoyed this chapter and stay tuned for chapter 2!:)