A/N: So, this is a little one-shot of Castle. It really is little but I would love to know what you guys think about it.
Also, MERRY CHRISTMAS to everybody!
Words
Sometimes he just can't find the words. Sometimes he just stares at his laptop trying to find the right ones to describe a wonderful lady. Sometimes he just stares at her trying to find the words to describe her beauty. But every time he tries, he just can't succeed.
Nobody left Richard Castle speechless, neither description less, but somehow detective Beckett had managed to do so. Since the day they started working together, Castle knew that Kate Beckett was a wonderful thing hard to describe. His first thought about her only confirmed in the following years making the detective a whole mystery.
His mother once told him that he worked with words but sometimes he couldn't find the right ones. That is because there are no words to describe Kate Beckett. Every time Castle thought of a word that could suit her, the word just wasn't good enough.
Kate Beckett could make Castle speechless. She should be proud of that.
So, since he can't find the words to describe her, he likes to watch her. Sometimes he just likes staring at her while she does paperwork. He likes the way her eyes wander around the paper reading what she had just written. He likes the way her left hand plays with the pen as she bites her lip looking for any mistake.
He's sure he can write three books full of Kate's mannerisms and yet not being enough for the detective. She was always full of surprises and every day she did something different to add to the Holy Repertoire of Kate's Mannerisms.
Her movements were measured, done with caution. So, an action as simple as pouring a cup of coffee or just walking was an exhibition. It wasn't because Kate had a natural swagger and she was sexy, no. It was because everything she did was done with style and grace. Even chase down a suspect was done with style.
And Castle really enjoyed seeing Kate Beckett in action. He loved the way she interviewed suspects and made them tell the truth. He loved the directness she possessed.
Yeah, he loved Kate Beckett.
"Castle, you coming?" asked a familiar voice that dragged the fine writer out of his thoughts. He looked up and saw detective Beckett standing near the door, waiting for him. Castle stood up and walked in her direction and when he was close, he nodded.
Yes, Kate Beckett left him speechless but he wouldn't miss at all the chance of seeing her in action.