I was challenged by Nicky to write a fic which incorporates all of the titles from all of the episodes – in order.

(Titles verbatim preferred, but slight adjustments or variations allowed if needed)

So there is really no plot to this – just pure fluff. Started with the 10 episodes of Season 1…

Enjoy :)

Season 1

"Hey."

She didn't tear her eyes away from her book as he approached the couch. "Hey."

"Taking a walk down memory lane?" he grinned, sitting down beside her feet that were curled up in front of her.

"What do you mean?" she mumbled, eyes locked on the ink on the page.

"Flowers For Your Grave?" Castle grinned, pushing the cover of the novel with his index finger to get a better look at its familiar cover.

"I felt like reading something quick..." she replied flatly, before adding, "...and brainless."

"Ou-ch." He fained pain as she shot him a sly grin, quickly returning her focus to the novel.

She enjoyed only a brief moment of peace before he broke the silence again. Canting his head slightly, he asked, "When was the last time you read that book?"

"Why?"

"Just curious," he remarked innocently.

"Ummm…" she mumbled, setting her closed book down on her lap, fingers between the pages she was reading, as she took a moment to ponder the inquiry. "Just before I caught the Sara Manning murder case, I think."

Castle furrowed his brow, eyes dancing back and forth as he wracked his brain. "Which one was Sara Manning, again?"

"Girl who got stuffed in the dryer."

"Oh yeah..." he nodded thoughtfully. "Nanny McDead."

Kate huffed, unimpressed with the use of the nickname. "Don't call her that, Castle."

"Sorry," he apologized sincerely, scrunching his nose as he rose from the couch.

"S'okay," she winked forgivingly as he traipsed over to the kitchen table to get the newspaper. "Just don't let it happen again."

"Only if you start making the coffee everyday," he countered, returning to the couch, paper tucked under one arm, two steaming mugs of caffeinated goodness in his hands.

Her eyes narrowed, meeting his glare as she took a mug from him, weighing the deal. A heavy sigh eked from her lungs as she lifted the hot mug to her lips. "You win."

Castle wiggled his eyebrows, savouring his victory, as he sat down on the couch, settling himself into the corner. "It's a bit chilly in here," he remarked as he made himself comfortable, setting his coffee down on the table behind the sofa. "You want a blanket or something?"

"No thanks…" she murmured, engulfed in the story.

"Okay…" he shrugged as he turned his attention to the front page news.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while after that, Castle reading The Ledger as Beckett lost herself in his novel.

"Huh…" he snickered into the news print, "Looks like a couple hedge fund managers gave some bad tips to some of their homeboys... ended up losing everything."

"Perils of playing the market, I guess," she muttered, partially attentive.

"Apparently a bunch of their major clients are suing," he continued.

"Well…" she shrugged, "Hell hath no fury like a corporation that loses billions."

"Not scorned women?"

"Wanna put it to the test?" she challenged, a taunting smirk tugging at the edge of her mouth.

"Nope," he retorted almost immediately, wide eyed. "I'm good."

'And now we're even,' she mused to herself as she buried her victorious smile within the pages of her book.

After an extended, comfortable silence, Beckett shivered, a sudden chill going through her veins, from the tips of her fingers down to her toes.

"You sure you don't want a blanket?" her fiancé teased, looking over at her, a goofy grin adorning his face.

There was a pregnant pause before Beckett relented. "Would it make you feel better if I did?"

"Maybe?..." he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Okay… but not the crappy blanket you hate."

Castle got up from the couch, picking up a fleece blanket from the back of his armchair. "You insult me…" he scoffed, draping the blanket over her legs and body. "I always buy retail." Tucking the blanket under her legs, he beamed an adoring smile at her before adding, "Nothing but the best for the people I love."

She reciprocated the warm smile as he lifted the cooling coffee mug from her grip, placing it on the table behind the couch before squeezing in behind her, cocooning her body against his strong chest. She closed her eyes, snuggling in against his warm torso.

"Mmmmmm…" she hummed as he pressed his smooth lips to the back of her head, his strong fingers gently raking through the ends of her silky hair. "I love this."

"Hmmm?" he smiled into her hair, squeezing his arms tightly around her.

"This…" she muttered, voice heavy and relaxed. "It feels right."

He said nothing, his heart palpitations slowing to match her leisurely breathing, as she added with a heated whisper, "Feels like home."

His heart stopped momentarily as he absorbed her words. Home. Liquid fire filled his veins at the thought. Home. To her, he is home. Any ghosts that may have been haunting her, that she'd been chasing for so long… anything that prevented her from finding happiness…

For so long, she was like a little girl... lost… adrift.

But she'd fought the war... overcome so much. A death in the family, a shattered heart, a fear of living.

And she'd finally found peace.

With him.

It's like a game and a fiction all in one! Did you spot all the titles?

Hope you enjoyed the fluffiness.

Judge away!