Just a fun fic. It will most likely only be two chapters long. This contains no spoilers for anything. This would most likely be set somewhere mid season 4.

Disclaimer: I don't own Castle or Beckett. I just like to play with them from time to time.

"Beckett", she answered after the second ring.

"Do you think I'm sexy?" he asked.

Her mouth hung open, and her bear claw dropped to the floor.

"Wha... Excuse me?", she managed to ask.

"Do you think I'm sexy? Attractive?..." he paused for effect and lowered his voice, "ruggedly handsome?"

"Castle, did someone slip something into your s'morlett this morning?"

"No, but is it so difficult for you to help your partner out by answering a simple question?"

"I refuse to humor you, and I definitely will not say anything to inflate your already painfully large ego"

"You wound me, Detective. You wound me." he said with a pout she could almost hear through the phone.

She threw the now ruined bear claw away and took a seat at her desk.

"What do you need Castle? I have paperwork to do." she asked

"Actually, I was calling to ask for a favor..." he said hesitantly.

"Oh, yeah? and what would that be?" she curiously inquired.

"Well, I... um... would you mind... (sighs)" he began feeling a little embarrassed as to how this was going to go.

"Ah, Richard Castle, man of words, suddenly can't piece together a simple sentence?" she quipped

He drew a breath, and decided he may as well get this over with...

"Beckett... I can't get my pants on!" he said, quite possibly a couple of octaves higher than normal

She let out a belly laugh of sorts. This was not what she was expecting to hear in terms relating to this so called favor he was about to ask of her.

Still laughing, she managed to compose herself. "and what am I supposed to do about that?" she asked him, still giggling.

"It's not funny." he said pitifully.

"It kind of it, Castle. You call me for a favor, to what...? Help you put your pants on? I never thought I'd live to see the day where YOU want me to help you put your clothes on. I have to say, I figured, if anything you'd want help getting them off."

The last part of her statement slipped past her brain to mouth filter. She hadn't meant to voice that part. She cringed at the thought of where he could run with that. Instead, he surprised her.

He sighed again, loudly. "Beckett, as much as I would love to entertain the idea of you disrobing me... this has nothing to do with my needing your help to take my clothes off... or put them on."

"Oh really? Then, what exactly is this all about?"

"They don't FIT!" said a panicked Rick Castle

Suddenly she knew exactly what this was all about. Richard freakin' Castle was feeling insecure! Sure, he had put on 10 or 15 pounds since he first began shadowing her at the 12th, but he still didn't look bad, or unhealthy. In fact, she did indeed find him attractive, handsome, and sexy. She wouldn't tell him that, though. Especially, when she could have oh so much fun with this.

"So, you've gained a few pounds, so what? Go buy bigger pants." she said

"You don't get it, Beckett. I am over 40 now. This could be just the beginning. What if I continue to gain a few pounds every year. I'll be 300lbs before I'm sixty! You've got to help me!" he all but begged.

"Help you? Castle, how am I supposed to help you? I can't stop you from putting chocolate in your eggs, or stop you from eating whipped cream straight from the can. That's all on you, partner."

"You still workout every day, right?" he asked

"Yeah, most days. Why?" she asked with a smug grin on her face. Oh this was going to be good.

"Great! Count me in for those early morning sweat sessions. We are going to do this together. Rick Castle is NOT going down this easily." he said, sounding more than excited.

"I don't know, Castle. It's pretty intense. Do you think you can keep up with me?" she asked rather seductively.

The air left his lungs, and he swallowed hard. Was she still talking about exercising? Of course she was. She wouldn't tease him like... oh who was he kidding. She would definitely dangle that in front of him.

He didn't miss a beat, however.

His voice was low, and almost a growl, "My dear detective. I may not be able to button my jeans this morning... but I will keep up. In fact, I'd be more worried about you keeping up with me. I have incredible stamina, and the fastest recoup time known to man..."

She felt heat rise throughout her body. She felt flush, and knew she was blushing. Thankfully he was no where around, because he didn't need to see what he did to her. Just the thought of his record breaking recuperation time and stamina was enough to drive her crazy.

There was silence on the line for a few long moments.

"Castle," she said in an equally inappropriate tone

"Yes, detective?" he replied

"Meet me at my apartment around five o'clock in the morning, for a workout you will...never forget"

...TBC...

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