AN: So, a new story, sort of. This is a rewrite of a story from about a year ago. I changed a lot, so it's not a complete rehash of the first try.
Disclaimer: I don't own Castle.
Richard Castle was restless, and even worse, bored. Neither were ever a good state for him to be in, and the combination of the two was just plain dangerous. Unfortunately, he knew it was his own fault for his current mood, but that didn't mean he didn't resent it. So, why was he this way?
It was because he was confined to a wheelchair for six weeks while his broken knee healed. It had been his choice to 'show off' on the slopes to his daughter, Alexis, on their ski trip during winter break. His stunt sent him plunging headfirst into a pile of rocks, his knee almost shattering in the process. The doctor said he was fortunate to only have broken it. Rick didn't see it that way.
Now, he sat in the chair, his hands gripping the metal sides as he stared out into the city. He envied the people below, and longed to be able to go outside again without crutches as support.
"Dad, stop moping," Alexis ordered from the table.
"Sorry, Pumpkin, but I can't help it," he objected, wheeling himself around to face her.
"It's only a few more weeks, then you can walk again," she said, in an attempt to placate him.
He scowled. It may be just a few more weeks, but it was going to feel much longer than that. He had tried everything to entertain to himself, from writing to playing video games. Unfortunately, the pain medication made his head fuzzy, so he could never concentrate on either task for long.
"I know," he grumbled, his mouth forming into a pout. She laughed.
"Okay, well, I'm going off to the library to study," she announced. "I'll see you later tonight." She left, leaving him alone to sulk.
Sighing, he went over to the kitchen, grabbed a bag of popcorn from the pantry, and stuck it in the microwave. As he waited for it to pop, he went to retrieve a glass, which of course, was on a high shelf. Carefully balancing himself on one leg, he reached up, gripping the glass, before falling back down into his seat. Once everything was ready, he went into his study and looked around, trying to figure out what to do. Spotting his old spy kit, he rummaged through it until he found a pair of high-grade binoculars and then rolled himself back to the window over looking the city.
Armed with binoculars in one hand and popcorn in the other, he began to watch the civilians of the city. Looking down to the street, he smiled as people walked through the streets, attempting to traverse the snow, which blanketed the sidewalks and made piles near the street corners. He chuckled as one women chased after her young son, who was happily climbing onto of the snow piles. This was almost better than watching television.
After a while, he grew tired of watching the streets and switched his focus to the apartment building across from him. Moving from window to window, a feeling of disappointment filled him as he saw that it was mainly quiet, save for the occasional pet roaming an apartment. It was still early in the day, perhaps there would be more activity later.
Grumbling to himself, he wheeled back into his study and opened his laptop, settling on binging whatever show he hadn't seen yet. About halfway through a speech the character with a southern accent was making, Rick felt his eyelids slowly close and soon he went into a deep sleep.
He awoke a while later, the credits of the latest episode rolling on the screen of the laptop. Pursing his lips, he turned to the window and saw that it had grown dark out as he slept, the lights of buildings illuminating the city, He beamed, grabbing his binoculars again and rolling to the window. Ah, just as he suspected, much more activity was happening in the other building now.
He moved from apartment to apartment, this time taking longer as he observed the occupants either preparing dinner or watching TV. There was one couple that was in the middle of a full-on make-out session. He quickly moved onto another window after that display.
Soon, his eyes landed on the window right across from him. He was about to look somewhere else when he saw the apartment was empty, but stopped when he noticed the door to the apartment open, revealing a beautiful brunette, with what appeared to be hazel eyes and a heart shaped face. He watched as she deposited her keys on the coffee table, along with a badge and gun. So a cop, and from the looks of her clothing, a detective, he deduced.
His eyes followed her figure as she disappeared into another room,taking her gun and badge with her. She returned a few moments later, her hair, which had been in a ponytail, was now released from the band and flowing free to her shoulders. As she ran a hand through the gorgeous locks, he noted that she didn't wear any type of ring. So, she was single. Something inside him was very pleased with that revelation.
He hummed to himself as she discarded the black blazer she wore onto a leather couch, leaving her in a white blouse, black slacks, and some very sexy blacks heels. She went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and pulled out what appeared to be a take-out carton before going to lounge on the couch.
He chuckled. Not the cooking type then.
He continued to watch her for a few more minutes, until he heard the sound of the loft door opening. Slightly startled, he fumbled with the binoculars before hanging them on the arm of the chair.
"Hey, Dad," Alexis greeted. "What's up?" She approached him, resting a hand on one of the handles in the back of chair.
"Not much," he shrugged, trying to hide the glasses as he peered up at her. She raised an eyebrow, snatching the binoculars and holding them up.
"Spying on the neighbors? How very Hitchcock of you," she teased, before handing them back to him.
"Haha. Don't worry most of the stuff I've observed has been G-rated," he replied.
She scrunched up her nose in disgust.
"Eww, do not give me any details." She tilted her head toward the counter. "I bought pizza for dinner."
"Yes," he exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air, the woman across the way momentarily forgotten. He was so in the mood for pizza.
He rolled himself to the counter, the red head trailing after him. She helped him grab a slice and they ate, talking about what they had done during their short time apart. He didn't mention the brunette to Alexis, wanting to keep the woman his own little secret.
However, the detective with hazel eyes stayed in the back of his mind for the rest of the night.
AN: So, there is the start. I know what I want to do with this story, but don't have it completely written out. Hopefully, it takes me less than three years to write.