Castle: Their story. (on hold)

Chapter nineteen

•this chapter is going to be long I'm sorry it's hard to keep the chapters at a certain length of words. Thank you guys for voting it means a lot.

The night at the prescient was coming to a close. Kate was finishing their last file, when the writer huffed and placed his pen in the original resting place.

"That was hell. How do you do that all the time?"

Kate wrote her final word on the report and repeated the writers step with her pen.

"It's my job."

She sat her file on the mountain high pile she had made over the day. She turned her attention to the file that castle was doing, grabbing it she asked the question that the writer didn't.

"Are we going to get a drink?"

"I have a better idea."

Castle stood from his seat and checked his clock.

"Come on hurry the liquor store stays open until six. We can still make it down there."

"What do you need from the liquor store?"

"Tequila duh."

The detective smiled before standing grabbing her bag and bidding the fellow detectives a good night.

The writer and his muse found their way to the loft castle occupied. Castle swung open the door and called out to anyone in the loft that was there.

"I'm home. Anyone here?"

Kate chuckled at his loudness, she could tell he was excited about something, when no reply came from any corner of the house the writer made his way toward the kitchen with a smirk on his face.

"Castle why can't you tell me what we are doing?"

"Because it's a surprise, I'll tell you when I get everything set up."

He grabbed a few limes from the glass holder, and the salt from the cabinet before making his way to in front of the brunette.

"Have you ever tried homemade margaritas?"

The spoken of woman shook her head and silently told the writer to continue.

"Here's how you do it."

He cut the two limes into fourths and gave her one and hisself the other. He reached behind in to the cabinets that held the shot glasses. He poured the glasses full before sliding one toward her.

"You take the salt and pour it right here."

He placed the salt in the crib between his pointing finger and thumb.

He took a slice of his lime and placed it in the hand that had the salt. With his unoccupied hand he grabbed his shot.

"Okay watch this."

He licked the salt, bit the lime and shot back the tequila all in a small five second range.

Once he was finished he smiled at the amazed detective.

"Your turn."

She repeated the steps she had previously seen. The writer laughed at her surprised facial expressions.

"I never knew you could do that."

"I leaned it at one of my poker matches, with James Patterson."

"Well that's the best way to have margaritas."

"Try it again."

He began the process of the homemade drink but stopped to notice that Kate wasn't making hers he finished pouring the salt on his hand before turning to the detective.

"Why aren't you making yours?"

She didn't speak she just stared blankishly at him. She stood from her seat and traveled the small journey to his side, she picked up a lime and poured her shot glass full again before taking his hand and licking the salt from the crevice, turning the writer on.

Neither of two spoke as the process was being done, they just stared at each other, Kate finished her margarita with the shot before letting out a 'ah'.

"Uh, that was.. wow."

Kate smirked before returning to her bag that had been placed by her chair.

"I think I'm going to call it a night, Castle thanks for the lesson."

The writer, still in his shock state, followed the brunette to the door.

"You don't want to stay and maybe watch a movie?"

"I have work tomorrow, and I have a few things I need to do."

She was now at the door, castles feet where slow but they where getting there.

"You sure?"

"Goodnight."

" Text me when you arrive home."

She smiled and nodded, you could hear the sadness in the voice of the writer. This would be the first night they had spent alone since the break up between Josh and Kate, and castle knew he would miss her.

Kate drove home in silence, she hadn't planned on even doing such a stunt but she thought a little pluff to the night would leave the writer wondering just as she was the following morning.

She pulled into her apartment building and quickly sent a small message to her partner in crime.

'Just made it to my apartment, goodnight writer boy.'

Castle checked his phone when he heard the faint vibrate. He smiled at the saved name on the screen with the messages following after it, he replied to her message and set out for the bedroom.

'Until tomorrow, detective.'