Disclaimer: All characters and any mention of anything from any of the aired episodes belong to Andrew Marlowe.
And as soon as his doorman opened the door for him, it was that sudden gust of wind that was proof that this was the reality he chose.
…
She wanted to say goodnight to him before he left, and with the soft click of her work heels, she walked to the break room. Beckett smiled inwardly at the sight in front of her once she reached the door, a familiar sight she loved seeing.
"You're not making one for yourself?" She asked when her partner handed her the small white cup, the simple shake of his head with that charming and easy-going smile on his handsome features. Subtly scanning the precinct, it looked as if no one was left, the Captain in her office excluded.
With her eyes closed as she savoured the fine taste of Castle's coffee, she felt his hands on her waist as he used his thumbs to gently add pressure to the small of her back where she'd been experiencing some pain as of recently. She smiled and shook her head as she took another sip of aromatic heaven.
In his mind, Castle saw this as an act of intimacy; the comfortable silence, the quiet understanding of one another's actions.
Their special moment was interrupted by Castle's clumsiness when he bumped into a corner and accidently kissed the skin underneath Beckett's left ear.
"I should, you know…" he simply trailed off and pointed in the direction of the lift, Beckett nodded with a tight smile and let him collect his jacket and phone from her desk and left without even a 'bye' or wave.
She just wasn't aware he wasn't ever going to return.