Castle: Their story. (on hold)

Chapter ten

•I just realized I spelled brunette wrong in the other chapters but I don't have time to fix it. Forgive me for my mistakes?

On the following Sunday morning Kate woke up with the sun flashing in her eyes. The detective sighed before throwing the covers off of her bare legs. The outfit of the day consisted of night shorts and a spaghetti strapped tank top, basically her night clothes.

Stepping on the floor, Kate hissed when the pain showed in her foot once again. She eased to a standing position, barley putting weight on the injured foot. When she reached her destination of the bathroom, she quickly took care of the call of Mother Nature.

When the morning routine was finished, the hobbling brunet made her way to the kitchen to whip up a easy breakfast.

Once breakfast was consumed alone, the bored detective made her way to the couch, which contained her phone and of course the tv remote.

Castle rolled over in his bed to see the clock flashing the early time; 8:34.

The writer grunted and threw his comforter off of his body and grabbed his robe before exiting his room and heading straight for the kitchen. The omelet making man cooked up three pristine omelets for the two others that occupied the house.

"Alexis, mother breakfast is ready!"

With in ten minutes the spoken of appeared down stairs ready for the meal Castle had prepared for them.

Breakfast in the Castle loft was over swiftly. Alexis had made plans to go spend the day with some friends, and Martha of course had theater classes she had to attended. While castle was suppose to use his day to 'write'.

Kate began watching a movie but was interrupted by the buzzing of her phone. Castle was calling, bring a smile upon the detectives face.

"Beckett."

"Please tell me you need me."

The writers voice rang from the other end of the line, shocking the detective senseless.

"Ex... excuse me?"

"Please tell me you need my help for something so I'll have an excuse not to write. By the way how's your ankle? Feeling any better?"

The detective let the breath, she didn't realize she was holding, go.

"We don't have a case, and all paper work is done. My ankle is sore like that doctor said, but I do need a shower."

"I'll be there in twenty."

The detective chuckled and listen to the line go dead. Her attention was once again captured by the film that was playing on the tv. The movie was the older type, the kind you want to curl up with a loved one to watch it with.

As promised the writer showed his ruggedly handsome face twenty minutes later, not that the brunette was keeping up with it.

The knock rang through the apartment, making Kate spring from her position to land on the uninjured foot. She opened the door to be greater with a little box of chocolates and a smiling Castle.

"Hey, come on in."

"Thank you, oh these are for you. Kind of a 'get well soon' thing."

Kate accepted the chocolates with a happy hand.

"Thank you a lot castle."

"Always."

The detective smiled brightly before explaining her shower routine.

"You can stay in here or wherever."

"Does wherever count as in the shower with you?"

Kate shot him a glance before laughing her response. It was clear he was joking.

"Wherever applies to everywhere but the bathroom I am occupying."

Castle couldn't wipe the smirk off his face if he tried.

"I think I'll chill in here. Maybe I can watch tv in your bedroom so in case you fall again I can hear."

She thought a minute before replying.

"That seems reasonable. But don't you even dare try to enter that bathroom, Richard Castle I swear if you do."

"I won't detective. Be safe in the shower."

The detective smiled before walking toward the bedroom she occupied by herself, following shortly behind was the writer that loved playing cop.

"You can stay in here if you like. My bathroom is there don't touch it."

Castle nodded briefly before he watched the detective wonder off into the bathroom for a shower.