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“Come on Beckett, it’s just surveillance, no one has been by in hours. One little quickie is not going to hurt any…” he smirked devilishly before adding, “well, depending on how we do this, we’d both have to contort a little bit, but the reward is worth it, don’t you think?” He pled his case well, just as he had been for the last half an hour. The mics were off, and Esposito and Ryan were tucked safely away inside the motel, posing as black market body parts dealers, taking turns sleeping as they waited for their suspect to come in with a package. This sting relied upon two things, the guys had to look like reputable, but sleazy black market dealers, and the surveillance had to warn them of when the guy was coming so they could call in the backup that was stationed in a room down the hall.
He was right though, no one was going to come at this time of night, and the meet was set for early morning anyway. She and Castle could sneak away for a few minutes to have a little fun in the back of the van and cross another thing off of his ever-expanding list. So, she acquiesced.
The made quick work of undressing each other, at least partially, and dove into it. They’d done this in cars enough times, even in the back of his new Mercedes, and come to think of it, the old one too, that they knew just the right amount of clothing to remove, just the right ways to move, this way and that to reach their peaks and be on their merry way back into the blissful land of boredom once again.
Somewhere during their escapade though… something went wrong. They weren’t watching like they should have been. The guy got through to the room without any warning… The SWAT team that was waiting in the adjacent room wasn’t alerted until it was too late, a shot already fired. The shot was like a bucket of ice water. What had they done? They’d gotten carried away and now one of their guys could be bleeding to death because they had indulged in each other instead of doing their job.
Beckett grabbed her microphone instantly, turning it on and upping the volume. “Are you guys alright?” she panted into the mic.
“Yeah, fine, mostly,” Espo grunted on the other side of the line, clutching his shoulder, turning into the light of the bathroom mirror to see the extent of the damage. “The bastard grazed me, but I’ll be okay. Why didn’t you guys warn us? A heads up would have been nice.” He was fairly certain he knew the answer, but he wanted to call them out.
“The batteries died, we were replacing them!” Castle jumped in, not wanting to admit what they had been doing, seeing as Espo had been shot because of it.
“Yeah, I’m sure the batteries died on something… Maybe your electric sex restraints,” he muttered at them.
“Wow, that’s weak Espo. You sure you’re alright? You usually have better comebacks than that.” Beckett prodded.
“Yeah, I’m fine, just put some clothes on and let’s book this SOB,” he flipped off the light in the bathroom and rolled his eyes toward Ryan who had been listening to the whole conversation and shrugged.
It’s not like they all hadn’t been there before.
I haven’t been getting to these…
EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO REBLOGS THIS WILL GET THE FOLLOWING IN THEIR INBOX.
- A BRIEF ORIGIN STORY
- A SUPERPOWER OR THREE, MAYBE FOUR DEPENDING
- A SUPERHERO OR VILLAIN NAME
- YOU MIGHT ALSO GET AN ARCHNEMESIS WHO HAS REBLOGGED THIS ALREADY
AND YES I MEAN EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO REBLOGS THIS. UNTIL, SAY, AUGUST 2015. A FULL YEAR. LONG ENOUGH, RIGHT?
LET’S DO THIS THING.
Okay, who wants me to post all of my damn prompts?
I chose to write the pre-relationship… so here goes!
It was a quiet night, winter nights usually are. People don’t like to wander around in the near pitch black freezing their butts off along the way. A taxi passed by, chugging its way along, bringing its occupants home from a late dinner. A late dinner wouldn’t be such a bad thing, given the company, she thought. Maybe if she just asked him, but then he would probably volunteer to go pick something up for the both of them, and that’s not necessarily what she wanted. She wanted a real dinner, a date, a meal shared between to people who cared for each other. Well, at least she hoped he still cared. He was still around, of course, but he hadn’t said or done anything lately that would have hinted to her that he was still in love with her. He still supplied her coffee, still came in to the precinct, but his eyes had started to lose their sparkle, he seemed distant. She needed to fix this.
“Castle?” Kate asked quietly, disturbing the silence of the car they were confined in. He turned his head from the window he had been staring out of watching for their perp, raised an eyebrow in question, but didn’t respond. “How long has it been since you’ve been on a date?” She asked, not knowing if her question was too obvious, or subtle.
He thought for a few moments, his eyes drifting back out the window, it was starting to ice over again, Kate noticed. “I suppose it’s been a while,” he mused, “though, I’m usually at the precinct with you guys until all hours of the night, so dates are kind of hard to schedule. Why do you ask?”
“Oh, I just- you know, I wanted to make sure I wasn’t keeping you from anything tonight,” she replied, but she could have slapped herself, that wasn’t the answer she wanted to give, she’d have to try again. “I was thinking-“ she began again quietly, but he interrupted her.
“No, I didn’t have any plans. Alexis is always busy with school stuff, it seems, and this stakeout is as good a distraction as any. I mean, I could be holed up at home playing video games, but that just seems pathetic,” he shrugged. “Though, this would be a lot more interesting if it were summer and there were less clothes involved,” he grinned and winked at her, scrubbing his sleeve against the window to clear it of the skim ice that had collected.
“I guess that’s what I wanted to talk to you about…” Kate trailed off, trying to gather her thoughts.
“What? Me playing video games? I mean, I do that on a pretty regular basis, Beckett, but don’t worry, I’ve kept my killing strictly in-game, no homicides for you to worry about from me!” he joked, but she didn’t laugh, she was trying to be serious.
“Castle, look, just- just shut up for a minute,” she sighed, letting her frustration out, he looked at her quizzically, but remained silent. Gathering a breath, she began, “Castle, I know you’ve been waiting for me to be ready, and I just don’t know if I ever will be, I mean, sometimes I just want to tear my hair out, and other times I just want to- to- to kiss you!” His eyes widened, but he was speechless. She continued on, “I think, maybe we should just go for it. The walls I told you about before, it’s like sometimes they aren’t there at all, and other times they’re thicker than concrete. I just want to be happy, and I can say without a doubt that you make me happy, Rick, you always make me happy.” A single tear ran down her face, and she swiped at it as he continued to stare at her. His eyes were softer now, but he still seemed unsure of what to say. “Can we just, I don’t know, go out to dinner and when we’re done, go back to your place and curl up together in front of your fireplace?” It seemed like a fair request, a simple dinner and then just being together, it didn’t seem too hard, too fast, they’d had dinner before, they’d sat together before, it wasn’t so different.
“Beckett,” he began, but decided against it. “Kate,” he sighed, “I would love to have dinner with you, but I need to be sure you’re in this. If the walls are still there, I get that, but if you freeze me out sometime in the future because of them, how am I supposed to know if you’ll ever come back?” It was an honest question, one that worried him, and worried her too.
“You… you should take this,” she reached up and unclasped her mother’s ring from around her neck before placing it in his hand that rested on his thigh. She held it there for a few moments, enjoying the feel of her hand in his before she continued, “You hold on to that, keep it safe until you know that I’m not going anywhere, and when you’re sure of that, give it back to me.”
“You mean… return it to you, or ask you to- um- wear it?” He asked, his voice soft, eyes shimmering slightly in the light of the lamppost outside.
“Whatever you think is best,” she smiled, squeezing his hand in hers. He returned her smile and ran his thumb over her knuckles.
“So, this dinner that you want to have… can it be tonight? Do we really have to continue this stakeout? It’s winter, I’m cold, you’re cold, we could just pack it in for the night and eat some warm food, sit in front of the fire, talk…” His eyes held so much hope that she couldn’t turn him down, not after what he had just conceded to her.
“Yeah, Rick, you’re right, it’s winter, this guy isn’t going anywhere tonight. Let me just radio to Ryan and Espo to let them know we’re heading out.” She reluctantly pulled her hand from his to operate the radio. As she did, he tucked the chain and ring into his inside breast pocket, patting it gently against his heart, she couldn’t keep the smile off her face, or her hands to herself at that. She reached over and hooked her hand around the back of his head and pressed her lips to his softly. It was a mostly chaste kiss, but it said all that was needed.
So there it is, hope you’re ever so happy anon … ;)
Keep the prompts coming, guys, getting these is probably the best part of my day.
One afternoon, rifling through Beckett’s apartment as usual, Castle stumbled upon an old jar of candies. He, being the nine year old on a sugar rush that he was, had to give one a shot. It was quite possibly his biggest mistake to date. It was all goopy on the outside rather than hard, as it should have been.
“Uh, Kate?” He called, “How old are these candies?” He shook the jar at her as he attempted to unstick the candy from between his teeth, which was proving to be rather difficult.
She poked her head out of the bathroom where she had been getting ready for their night out, and burst out laughing. The look on his face as he tried to dislodge the candy with his tongue coupled with his tie that was severely askew was just… adorable. She swiftly snatched up her phone from the counter and snapped a picture of him, smirking to herself.
“Kate!” He whined from between his clenched teeth, the candy was essentially wiring his jaw shut, if only temporarily, “It’s not funny!”
She chuckled at the slurring/lisping sound that the candy was causing when he spoke. “Oh my God, Castle, those candies were from my Great Aunt Mel’s house! She died like six years ago!” She laughed in earnest, “I think she’d had them since I was a kid…” she trailed off, remembering the jar of candies that she used to fish in as a child, giggling as her great aunt caught her and smiled, holding a finger to her lips and winking at the girl.
He sputtered, rushing past her into the bathroom, trying to spit the candy out now. “What the Hell, Kate?! Who keeps decades old candy?” He exclaimed. She was doubled over laughing at this point, she could hardly breathe. He rolled his eyes at her antics before ensuing in his own, repeatedly spitting into the sink after finally dislodging the candy from his molars. When she finally sobered, she patted him on the back as he ran the tap, swishing the water and spitting it back out several times.
“They are really just there for decoration, the gold wrappers in the clear jar look nice…” she smiled at his reflection.
“Okay, that’s fine, but why are they that old?” He thought for a moment, “How did they not get blown up in the explosion in your last apartment?” He questioned, gargling some mouthwash and spitting it promptly back out, and looking to her for an answer.
“My dad had them for a while, the jar was up at the cabin. I brought it back with me after last summer… memories, you know?” She sighed, letting herself get caught up in them again.
“Oh, Kate…” He whispered, turning around to pull her into his chest. “How about we pick you up some new Werther’s while we’re out tonight?” He murmured into her hair, kissing the top of her head, “and maybe we can drop some off at your great aunt’s grave too, hmmm?”
“That’s sweet Castle. She would appreciate it, she would have liked you,” Kate half-smiled.
“Of course she would have! We both have a deep love for the same thing!”
“Okay, Cheeseball…” She rolled her eyes, burying her head back into his chest and shaking it slightly.
“Werther’s Originals!” He exclaimed, laughing even as she shoved him back and smacked him on the chest.
I’d like to thank lyssab0313 for this prompt… even if I changed it just a little bit. ;)