WHO: Kate Beckett, Martha Rodgers, and Alexis Castle WHEN: February 24, 2014; Evening WHERE: #2203, Potts Tower STATUS: Ongoing RATING: Low SUMMARY: Kate and Alexis catch Martha up on what she's missed - like her kid getting hitched.
It had been a stroke of luck that on the day Martha Rodgers breezed into this alternate Manhattan that Kate's active investigation had closed. Of course, it hadn't been a good thing, the Captain had declared it as a cold case after it had sat with no new leads for six months. The detective's she most often worked with had been working that one since before she'd even put in her application for the force, had turned over every stone and been left with nothing - even the lab had struck out. Plenty of evidence, but nothing to tie them to a killer or a motive. There were new cases every day, which made holding on to an cold one nearly impossible.
She had filed the box for the case last, signed out at the sergeant's desk after changing into her street clothes and then hopped the 6 train downtown to Potts Tower. It meant walking six blocks to the West Side when Kate emerged outside the Astor Place exit, but it was hard to mind the walk when she was wandering the same streets she grown up on. Of course, they were a bit different - businesses had different names, apartment facades had changed, but the feel of the neighborhood was the same.
And there was another agenda for the day, cooking. One of the things that she actually enjoyed, but rarely had the time or the need for as Castle was nearly constant in making sure that she ate. It was one of those unfortunate habits she'd ingrained into him, his years of observation telling him that Kate didn't subscribe to the major food groups and would run solely on coffee. So he'd started bringing or ordering food at regular intervals for the team, suggesting they take breaks for dinner, and eventually leaving early to ensure she had dinner to eat when Kate finally left the precinct.
Without Castle at home, she was left to her own devices, and she'd taken the bull by the horns. Italian had been her mother's passion, Johanna had even been gifted with cooking lessons in Italy by Kate's dad before she'd been born, the one time they'd splashed out for an extravagant vacation. The joke had always been Kate was conceived somewhere in Europe, though she'd never much wanted to know such a thing. Still, she had learned from her mother, and the two pasta dishes were more than enough for a trio of women.
An empty wine glass was already set next to one of the place settings for Martha, a glass of red already in Kate's hand when the knock sounded on the door, and she carried the drink with her to answer it. Smiling brightly as the wood panel cleared her line of vision to reveal the woman waiting on the other side.