A/N: Probably Cause made me sad, so I'm writing a one shot that has absolutely nothing to do with it! Four points of view: Beckett, Jim, Castle & Martha. (Separate chapters that will be labelled accordingly) I'm not very good at writing in first person, so feedback is appreciated.

Disclaimer: Castle isn't mine.

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Coffee. It was too early for me to be awake and I needed coffee. Here, I stand in Castle's room, getting ready for work.

"Castle, where's my coffee?" I tried to make myself sound stern but sometimes his childishness can rub off on you I guess.

"I'm coming!" he called back in a sing song voice. This was it. He walked in through his bedroom door holding two cups of coffee. It was time for me to tell him something my father had suggested a few days ago. I had been putting it off for obvious reasons.

"Castle, my Dad wants to meet you," I said quickly. I just wanted to get this discussion out of the way.

"He's already met me," he said confusedly. Tilting his head to one side like that made him look like a little puppy dog. Like I said, meeting the parents is risky for many reasons. One of the most obvious reasons being Castle himself. The man of two divorces, which of course my Dad knew about.

"He wants to meet you. I guess he just wants to know the man who seems to be monopolising most of my time," I said, grabbing one of the cups of coffee from him.

"Okay, sure. Dinner? Maybe we should invite Mother so we can this all out of the way in one sitting," he suggested with a furrowed brow.

"No, I think we should just do this with us alone together. First, my Dad. Then, Martha. Only three people at time. That way he can get it out of his system," I bit my lip as the words flew right out of my mouth. I don't think that my Dad will hate him exactly…

"Get what out of his system? You think he's going to freak out at the fact that we're dating? Wait, why do you seem so agitated about this?" he asked me this as though he didn't know.

Actually, I don't think he did. How could he not?

"Does Jim know it's me?" he stopped sipping his coffee and stared at me long and hard. What does that question mean? Okay, so maybe I should have told him that it was Castle. But why does it matter if he's making me happy, right?

"Please, just-" I stopped myself from saying be yourself and instead chose a different phrase, "act likeable,"

"What do you mean act likeable? I'm likeable," he shrugged and sat down on his bed, "Don't you like me?"

"Jury's still out on that one," I narrowed my eyes at him and took a sip of my coffee.

"Well, then maybe I should plead my case to them later…tonight,"

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I don't know if I should be worried or not. I am about to walk into the first dinner I've had with my Dad and somebody else, in…a while. I can't quite recall exactly when I had dinner alone with my father, let alone with company.

I suggested that we arrive at the restaurant separately. I don't know how that would help but it seems to calm me for some reason. I hiked up my dress slightly, in an effort to make it easier to walk in. A waiter showed me to the reserved table, I wasn't expecting to see Rick already sitting there and conversing with my Dad.

"Hi Dad," I walked and stood next to him as he stood up to kiss my cheek. I turned over and looked at Castle, trying to communicate to him that he was early.

"Hey," I moved in to kiss his cheek as well, then I noticed that he was sweating…excessively, "You're sweating. What's going on? You okay?" I smiled and tried to keep him at ease, to avoid any more perspiration.

"Yeah," he squeaked, "Yeah. No, I'm fine," he overcompensated, "You're Dad and I were just having a little chit chat," he started clearing his throat loudly.

"Okay," I sat down in the free chair Castle had pulled out for me, "Thanks," I smiled, but he was definitely not at ease anymore. Now, I really need to know what he said before I got here. I'm getting nervous just looking at him. I needed to stop staring at him so much, so I picked up my napkin and fiddled with it as I placed it down on my lap.

"So, Katie, Rick tells me that he's started filling out some paperwork these days as help you with the cases?" I froze and turned my head slightly to look at Castle. He had a sheepish grin on his face.

"Wow, did he say that?" I looked up at Dad and he started to smile slyly.

"What else would be the reason you two spend so much time together outside of work?" It was then that I realised he was messing with us.

"Actually paperwork is done at the Precinct itself," Castle chimed in. I glared at him, trying to tell him that Dad was only joking but it was too late.

"Right. So is that why Katie told me that she couldn't talk on the phone the other night? She had company; I assume she meant you,"

"The other night?" I could physically see Castle gulp. This was going to be a long night.

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"…that's when I decided I would never have the self-control to become a vegetarian," Castle laughed at his own humour and took a sip of wine. I laughed as well and followed suit.

"I see," I looked at Dad when he started speaking. He had a certain look on his face that made me fear what he was going to say next, "Well enough about food. Let's talk about the two of you,"

Oh God.

"Yep. One plus one equals two!" Castle exclaimed. I cocked an eyebrow and pulled the bottle of wine away before he could reach for it.

"You two went to the Hamptons together. How was that?" Dad swiped at his face briefly with his napkin and then put it away, indicating we had his full attention, "Did you have fun? Was it worthwhile?"

Fun. Worthwhile? The words just seemed to echo in my head over and over again.

"Um…w-why?" I managed to choke the word out.

"I was considering going there!" My Dad in the Hamptons? Right.

"Well, let me tell you this," I looked over at Castle. What is he doing? He's tipsy, on the verge of being drunk! What is he doing? "It is no fun unless you have a companion and some whipped cream a-and apple pie!" At that moment, I could not believe what I was hearing. I couldn't even conjure up any control over my jaw to let it drop in shock. I sucked in a deep breath and watched Dad as he shifted in his chair uncomfortably.

"Rum and Coke," I muttered under my breath, thinking about how much Castle had had to drink tonight, "And wine," I added in annoyance. I guess Rick must have heard me, because he wouldn't stop glaring at me. His glare soon switched to confusion.

"There was Coke in that Rum?" he laughed. I turned back to my Dad; he could barely even look at me anymore. I swallowed hard and took a sip of water.

"I think we might get going soon Dad," I tried to excuse myself earlier than planned, so I could go bury my head with embarrassment.

"No Katie. Please stay, talk to me about work. Its fine," I frowned and acknowledged the fact that he was ignoring what Castle had just said about whipped cream, entertainment and me in the Hamptons.

"Well I'm sure know she arrests people with handcuffs," I looked at Castle again, where was he going with this? "But I'm positive you didn't think about the other recreational activities-" Before he could finish his sentence, I practically leapt across the table and covered his mouth with my palm.

"Thanks. I am so sorry Dad, but we really have to get going. Thank you for such a lovely dinner and I really hoped we wouldn't have to cut it short," I stood up quickly and grabbed Castle's hand, pulling him with me. Dad stood up as well and Castle raised his hand to his head.

"Whoa, you stood up way too quickly," he said.

"Again, thank you Dad. It was really great to see you," I leaned in to kiss Dad's cheek again and couldn't help noticing the disappointment in his face eyes as I pulled back. It made me feel anger towards Castle and suddenly reminded me of his extreme perspiration earlier that evening.

We turned to leave and when my Dad was out of ear shot, I started speaking to Castle. "You have got to tell me what happened before I got here," I said through gritted teeth and a forced smile.

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A/N: Chapter Two, yes or no?

P.S: The last Chapter will be Martha and Jim meeting each other, if people want me to continue with this story.