Castle: Their story. (on hold)

Chapter fourty

•sorry about the last chapter I had a lot going on with my family, forgive me loves? Sorry if this chapter is also short I just needed to stop it here for reasons. 💕

A week has flew past the partners as the case finally came to a close. The victim had been involved with drug dealers across Manhattan, once he didn't pay his dues the dealer ended him.

Kate was currently filling the last box of information out on the files, she had no help with from castle. The writer had migrated to the restrooms for a quick break, the coffee he had frequently drank throughout the day finally taking a tole on his bladder. The detective had unsuccessfully drank one cup all day, the strong smell along with the stress the had pressed on her made it impossible to enjoy the vanilla flavor.

When castle returned he had once again another cup of coffee in his hand.

"Castle you know if you keep drinking coffee like that your teeth are going to turn yellow."

Castles let a little laugh fall into the air as he set the coffee in front of his girlfriend.

"It's not for me."

"Castle I can't drink this it's making me nauseous."

He gave her a confused face before collecting the cup and tossing it into the waist bin.

"Kate, are you sure your okay? Your paler than usual."

Kate pressed the cap back on the pen and dropped it into the cup it had once housed before. She sighed as she placed her hands on her forehead and reclined back into her chair.

"I think it's just the stress of the case, I'll be fine once I get more sleep."

The weary writer nodded his head as he checked his watch, the time had passed quickly today causing the writer to take upon his role to drag the brunette from the prescient.

"How about we head home, it's passing nine now."

Kate raised her head in shock, she two couldn't believe how fast the time had gone today.

"Okay, but I need to pee first."

Castle smiled at her use of vocabulary, she would usually excuse herself to the restroom but since the prescient was nearly empty why bother?

She stood up rather fast, making the writer wonder what made her sudden burst for the toilet so urgent.

Upon arrival at the bathroom door, Kate pushed through the door and pushed it closed behind her, locking it in the process. She quickly found the first stalk and threw herself into it, her stomach releasing all the food she had consumed.

She stayed in the position for minutes that felt like hours, her back began to cringe at assault the hunch of her position have. She stood up from her position and reframed her shirt as she made her way to the sink, she wiped the access from her lips and sighed, she had no idea the stress could take actions like the ones she was experiencing now.

She washed her mouth with the sink water before exciting the bathroom as if nothing had happened. She greeted the writer with a glim smile once she arrived at her desk.

"You ready to go?"

"Ah yea let me grab my stuff."

The brunette circled her desk to retrieve her purse, along with her badge and gun. Her jacket was next, she folded it onto her arm as she approached the writer.

She nodded slightly to him signaling him she was ready, the two walked at a steady pace to the elevators making them both have the awkward vibe. Deep in Castles mind, his thoughts formed around any conclusion of why the detective was acting so.. unusual. He brushed it off as the elevator doors glided open, he was so absorbed that he didn't realize that Kate had pressed the elevator button.

The drive to the loft was peaceful, Kate had happily handed over the keys to castle after his argument that she didn't need to be driving if she couldn't drink coffee. the detective was currently curled into the side of the writer as the two laid soundless on the sofa.

"What time is it castle."

The writer moved his arm in a position to be able to look at his Rolex with ease.

"Ten thirty sharp."

The brunette nodded into his side as her eyes once again closed, her mind being put at a little rest.

Once the nightly news had came to a close, the detective was out cold, the writer shortly behind. He stood from his seat, leaving the detective unfazed by his movements, he picked her up bridal style and carried her swiftly to the bed they shared.

Since she had voluntarily changed into her night clothes as soon as they arrived home, the writer didn't have to go through the trouble to change her. He gently placed his foot at the edge of the door, just enough to push it open, he gracefully slid into the room as the sleeping woman wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Castle." she whispered.

"Shh, we're going to bed."

He didn't receive a response as he slipped her body in between the covers, she soon fitted perfectly with the match of blankets. The man knew she would not be waking up soon, so he took the opportunity to take a shower before retiring for a night of well needed rest.