So I remember about mid-season, there was a bunch of talk about how Castle and Beckett may have met when they were younger and I didn't jump on that train right away until I talking with one of my friends who was near the front of the train and she kind of pulled me on. THEN my muse decided to smack me upside the head with this and I had no choice but to write it. It's mostly AU but if my writing skills don't fail me, I'll try and tie it into modern day Castle but no promises. I would also LOVE suggestions and what to do because I have an idea of what to do but nothing is solid. Also, if any of you know my writing you know that I am the slowest person in the world when it comes to updating so I make no promises about when the next chapter will be. I hope that doesn't deter people from me. Please review and if I feel inspired, I may write the next chapter this week. Enjoy 3

"C'mon Kate, it'll be fun." Jessica tugged on her friend's arm as she paused in the open door.

"I'm still not sure about this." The brunette warily pulled back as her pleather-clad companion tried desperately to get her through the door. Glancing over her friend's shoulder, Kate could see nothing but half-naked girls with red plastic cups in their hands and frat boys running around, blasting the music as loud as possible. How Jessica had even heard of this party was beyond her but she didn't think it was appropriate for a bunch of sixteen year old girls to be at a party like this. Yes she and Jessica were both developed enough to pass as freshmen at NYU but that didn't mean they should. "Jess, let's just go home."

"Oh no you don't missy. What happened to the girl who was dating a grunge rocker?"

"She broke up with him and got her phone taken away."

"But we're already here, Katie don't you want to have some fun?"

"I also don't want to get arrested."

"Oh please," Jessica scoffed "this is the nineties; no one gets arrested for crashing a party."

"Yeah but they do get arrested for underage drinking."

"Then don't drink. You're going to get in enough trouble if your mom ever finds out that you stole her earrings for tonight. Just meet a nice boy and" she gave one last tug that brought them both tumbling into the hallway "have some fun." She to yell over the blaring music.

Kate wandered aimlessly through the house for about ten minutes before she heard a voice behind her.

"Hey." She stiffened slightly but didn't turn around. "I was talking to you pretty lady." She bit her lip as a rough hand slid down her arm and grabbed her ass. She closed her eyes as his hot breath down her neck drowned out the music. "You wanna dance?" She could smell the booze on his breath from there and it took all of her will power not to run out the front door. But what type of girl would she be to ditch her friend? Jessica was somewhere around here right?

"No thanks." She tried to smile but it came out as a wince when the hand and the breath pulled her closer to the rest of his body. She immediately shut her eyes, hoping that everything would just go away.

"Are you sure? I thought this party was supposed to be fun." Too frightened to do anything, Kate stood there as his hands played with the thing strap of her red tank top and began to pull it down.

"No." She whispered again as he began to stumble towards the stairs, dragging her with him.

Was this what frat parties were; people getting drunk and having sex? If that was the case, Kate vowed she would never go to college. Ever. But right now, she just had to live through this night.

Coming back to her senses, she began to struggle against the giant's grasp of her wrist as he tried to drag her up the stairs. The music was pounding in her ears – or was that her heart? – and no one was close enough to the stairs to really care that there was a girl being dragged up the stairs. She was only on the second step when she felt a hand on her other wrist.

"Hey." Oh god this was not happening. Where the hell was Jessica? "Let go of her Jacob. You're not getting lucky tonight. Not that you're sober enough to get it up anyways." Kate's head snapped to her saviour so quickly she had a brief moment where she thought she might have whiplash. He had a crinkly smile and the bluest eyes she had ever seen. In the yellow lighting, his hair was a darker brown and perfectly shaped his head. She was so lost in his eyes that she barely registered that the other man had released her until she was losing her balance and tumbling into the man at the bottom of the steps.

"Careful." He winked at her as he helped her stand. With a blush to match her top, Kate looked down at her shoes and pulled a piece of her brown hair behind her ear.

"Thanks for that."

"Hey don't worry about that guy. He's a dick but he's harmless. He wouldn't have hurt you." She scoffed and was instantly back to her old self.

"I probably would have hurt him first." There was a moment that he looked at her sceptically before he smirked.

"I've no doubt you could." His hand rest on her forearm as he led her to an open area of couch in the slightly less crowded part of the house. In fact there was only one other couple there. It was nice and secluded.

"So tell me." He indicated for her to sit. "What's a nice girl like you doing at a party like this?"

"My friend dragged me here." She sighed, placing her hands nervously in her lap. "She's into this kind of stuff and I'm just here to make sure she doesn't get into too much trouble."

"Fair enough." He shrugged. "I'm here with a friend of mine." There was suddenly the sound of shattering glass in the distance and a series of wolf whistles and woops. "It's her house that is currently being trashed." The pair winced.

"Girlfriend?" She asked before she could stop herself. What does it matter? She asked herself.

"No," He spoke almost resigned "just a friend." With a hum of non-chalantness, Kate smiled a little. Well maybe it does matter a little bit. Someone this cute and nice deserves a bit of attention. Resting her elbow on her knees and her face in the palm of her hand, she simply observed this man. He was a very attractive man who was very much single. Interesting.

"I'm Rick by the way." And there was that dazzling smile again.

"I'm…" She had a brief moment of panic. Should she tell him her real name? No. What if he finds out that she doesn't actually go to NYU? What if he finds out that she's only sixteen.

"I'm Alison." She offered him a gentle smile and he returned it kindly.

"It's very nice to meet you Alison." He nodded his head.

"Yeah; you too."