So, beinginthedarkesthour sent me the numbers 28 & 33. So, here we go.
She realizes she has the wrong door one second too late, looks up to see that what was supposed to be a two is actually a one right after her knuckles hit the door for the third time.
And before she can think to run, the door is being opened, and her mouth goes dry because no, no, this can’t be happening. She couldn’t have accidentally knocked on her favorite author’s door.
"Hello?" he says before noticing her attire, the navy blue of her police uniform, the hat on her head, and his eyes go wide before a smile comes across his face. "What can I do for New York’s…finest?”
She swallows, swears to herself that she imaged the tone of voice he used when he asked.
"Uh… Sorry, Mr. Castle. Wrong door," she answers, forcing herself to stay calm, forcing her voice to stay steady.
"Mr. Castle?" he echoes suddenly. She mentally slaps herself for the use of his name. "Do I have a fan, officer—" he cranes his neck exaggeratedly as he looks at the tag pinned to her shirt "—Beckett?"
"That is irrelevant, Mr. Castle. I am on duty," she replies, holding up the page with information on the witness she’s supposed to be picking up to make her point.
"I know." He smiles, and it’s just a little too charming for her taste, and she really should get going. "But, beautiful girl like you, fan of my books, knocks on my door by mistake, sounds like fate to me."
"I don’t believe it fate," she answers automatically, even though it’s the truth. This was just some stupid accident, and he just so happened to live here.
"I could make you believe in it," he suggests. "How about I take you out to dinner sometime?"
No. No. Nope, this can’t be happening. Richard Castle did not just ask her to dinner.
"That would be extremely unprofessional of me, Mr. Castle, and you know that," she answers.
"So, I’ll take that as a yes."
She rolls her eyes before turning and leaving.
But that doesn’t stop her from dressing up and going to his book signing a week later.