Disclaimer: I don't own Castle.
Author's Note: Okay, I was thinking of starting this entire little series of short drabbles. Please read and review and tell me what you think!! :) Hope you like it!! Review if you want to request something. :)
Character(s): Kate Beckett, Richard Castle
Relationship: a bit of Caskett
Genre: Humor
Rating: K+ (for the usage of a cuss word)
Rick Castle glanced around the police department for a moment before his eyes wandered to Detective Beckett's desk. She wasn't around and he wasn't going to get caught, or at least that was what he was trying to convince himself. But a part of his brain kept arguing with that, it was Beckett and no matter what she always seemed to find out what he did whether it was good or bad.
Then again, it wouldn't hurt to try; Castle mentally scolded himself. Of course it would, it was Beckett and somehow he always was either getting in trouble and beat up or just being annoying and getting beat up. Castle peered across the station. Kate still hadn't gotten back yet; Castle looked at his watch and he still had about two minutes before she got back from the bathroom.
Castle sighed. He had to at least try…it didn't matter how much it would cost him; it would be worth it. Castle stood up and inched his way across the precinct to her desk. He opened the specific drawer and reached inside to pull out the...
"Castle!" Beckett yelled. Castle cringed and then momentarily frowned. He had just gotten caught, by Beckett of all people; of course, that was just his luck.
"Listen, Beckett, I can-" He stood up and faced the detective.
"I…don't…care." She said through her teeth.
"But, I really want-" He whined.
"Give it to me!"
"Beckett-"
"Castle-"
"Kaattttttiiiiiiieeeeee-"
"Don't call me that."
"Pleeeaaaaassseeee, I just want a little-"
"I can care less." She held up a finger. "Don't."
"KB-"
"Castle! Give me the damn candy bar!"