"And then, of course, as Joss Whedon taught us all, you let your characters have a moment of happiness and then you take it all away from them.”
Gonna do something I would usually never do,
and post a preview of this football AU (credit goes to castleramblings, I always seem to get great ideas from him). There are two chapters written so far, and it might be one in a series of things I never finish, but we will see.
“Mr. Rodgers, I’m Kate Beckett, and I’ll be your representation. You mind telling me why you decided to waive counsel?” she asks the question casually, but there is a fierce undertone that speaks to a woman who does not like her time to be wasted. With one question, he’s hooked, completely fascinated by this woman who is attractive enough to be on a runway in Paris or Milan but instead seems to be making her way in big law.
“I’m innocent. Innocent people don’t need lawyers, Miss Beckett,” the playboy persona settles in like a mask, all cocky assurance and suave charm. Rick’s eyes take on a twinkle, his lips curve slightly in a smirk when his posture relaxes from a man who was so recently fraught with tension and guilt to someone without a care in the world.
“Maybe not, but multi-million dollar quarterbacks who can’t stay out of trouble or keep their pants on? They do need lawyers.”
She fires it all back at him without missing a beat, eyes glinting steel that speak to her utter frustration at the situation. Saddled with a high profile client who has already made a primary mistake with regards to a police investigation and, naturally, the police in question are people she knows. She has history with this room, this building.
“Keep my pants…..” Rick mutters her words to himself, neurons firing on all cylinders to make sense of what this woman could be referring too. But then it clicks, and his eyebrows shoot to his hairline as his jaw falls open, “You’re a fan.” And it’s a statement, not a question.