Castle: Their story. (on hold)

Chapter eightteen

•I loved the wedding and I can't wait for the honeymoon. 💕

The detective awoke from her slumber to a comfortable, firm figure under her ruffled hair. The man acquainting her was oddly smiling, with a hint of a smug smirk. Kate smiled at his face and only imagined the dreams that the writer was having.

She sat up, feeling the arm of the spoken of fall from her side to her butt, making her blush although no one was seeing it.

"Good morning Beckett."

"Good morning to you to Castle."

The pair stared into the silence of the room, waiting for something to brake the staring contest the two didn't seem to know they where having.

Beep beep beep.

Kate turned her attention toward the alarm clock that seemed to ruin the unfamiliar moment.

"Time for work."

"Yea I'm going to run back to my loft to get ready. I'll meet you at the prescient?"

"Sure, ah I'm going to get ready."

The writer smiled as the detective untangled herself from his arms, to crawl to the edge of the bed and stand on her feet.

Castle arrived at his apartment and sighed. He had just left the apartment and he already missed his muse.

When the detective arrived at the prescient, the news of no cases slightly shocked the brunette. She sat down at her designated desk and turned to her computer. The screen was black, due to her just arriving, but something was different. She thought a minute before the elevator door opening jerked her to look. The missing piece to her puzzle walked through the door with the coffee she so desperately wanted.

She smiled as the writer strutted closer to her desk, the spoken of shown the same affection toward his muse.

"Thank you."

He smiled his response before taking his assigned seat next to her desk.

"Any new cases."

"No. I guess New York wanted to give us a break."

Castle laughed silently at her little joke, for the city that never sleeps it was unlikely for there to be a murder. Must be the holidays that are coming up.

"So all we have to do today is Paperwork?"

"I have paperwork, you never do your share."

Castle smirked before standing and walking behind her chair, he placed his hands on her shoulders and felt her tense. He bent down just inches from her ear and lightly whispered.

"I'll do my share after I go grab us some breakfast."

Kate felt chill bumps glide down her spine, spreading throughout her whole body.

"O.. okay."

He rubbed her shoulders with his still attached hands before releasing and walking toward the elevator to leave the detective with the thoughts of what just happened. He knew she had felt the chills because he had felt them more than once when they touched.

The writer made his way toward the coffee shop that new him by name, not just because he was a famous writer. He bought two bearclaws for the muse and his self, tipping the barista just because he had a feeling the day was going to be great for him, why not make it perfect for someone else.

Kate, still in her dazed trance, stood from her seat and strode to the bathroom. the police bathrooms where not fancy but they did provide a lock for privacy. She entered the bathroom and checked the stalls before locking the door. She pulled out her phone and scrolled through her contacts to her best friend, Lanie Parish.

The detective waited for the woman's voice to shatter the silence before she started pacing. When the voice finally came, Kate Beckett was spilling everything that had happened in the past week to the one she knew would understand. The socks where shocked off of the medical examiner, she had asked multiple times if the statement was some kind of joke, making the detective feel blushey.

"I have to go Lanie, I'm in the prescient bathroom and Castle should be back by now."

"Umm hum. Go ahead girl get you some of that."

"Lanie."

"Alright, see you later. Call me if you need anything."

The detective hung up the phone before enhancing a much needed breath, she unlocked the door and opened it to be greeted with the anxious writer at her desk.

She smiled knowing he had been wondering where she had disappeared to, if only he knew she had confessed everything to the coroner.

"Hey Beckett I got you a bear claw. What paperwork do you want me to do."

A smile was slapped across his face as he spoke, making his one muse want to smother him in kisses.

"Thank you, ah you know you can start with these. There isn't that many and I need to get busy on this file."

He grabbed the handed files and began his first ever paperwork for the twelfth prescient making Kate wonder what length would the writer do to please her, of course she wouldn't use him to find out. She wasn't cold hearted like that, especially to the one she admired most. The world famous author, Richard Castle.