A/N: I found this on my computer today, and I thought I'd post it. I have no inspiration to go further, since everything canon has become so twist-turned around. Not super happy with it, but maybe some constructive feedback would get me inspired again? Thanks for reading!
Oh shit, Castle. This was Beckett's first thought upon sitting down with Oz at the booth. Castle would be making his way over any minute, and distracting her from nabbing the drug dealer. Wait, distracting?
"Kate?" Beckett looked up to see Castle worming his way through the crowd, a martini in each hand.
"He your boyfriend?" Oz leaned into her ear and asked. She had to forcefully stop herself from shuddering at the innuendo-laced words. Instead her mind wandered to a place where there wasn't a slimy perp breathing down her neck. She'd much rather it be Rick who was breathing sweet, or in this case, naughty nothings into her ear. Focus Kate!
"For now…" she drawled in an upstate accent. She leaned in towards the man, who smelled of Cuban cigars and tequila. He smiled, and Beckett resisted the urge to vomit all over what were likely alligator shoes. Slamming his head to the table and disabling his bodyguard, she looked up to see a stunned Castle. His face resembled his right after they kissed – a little bit awe and a lot bit turned on. She reached out for the handcuffs, but Castle tried to hand her a martini.
"The handcuffs, Castle." He slowly recognized and performed the command. Beckett knew that all the while he was thinking about Kate using her handcuffs on him. She knew this was not the time or the place, but in a different time or place… The idea of him and handcuffs certainly had potential.