So, I know this is really late, but it was begging to be written. Set after One Life to Lose.

Disclaimer-I had a dream I owned Castle, does that count?

Beckett walked into the twelfth precinct, annoyed, hassled, and caffeine deprived. Taking off her leather jacket, she cracked her knuckles and momentarily allowed herself a private moment to think about nothing.

"Beckett! Guess what!"

Well, moment over. She sighed, "What is it, Castle?"

"They have an app where you can – oh, I can see by your face you don't care. But really, it's so cool!"

She finally turned to face Castle, only to realize he had two coffees (as always) and she internally smiled and his sweetness.

Externally, she barked, "I don't care. Coffee."

He handed it to her. "You could have said please."

They both sat down. He immediately turned on his iPhone, probably fooling with the new app he was so worked up about while she booted up her old computer for an exciting day of paperwork.

"I'm only doing paperwork today," she explained. "You don't have to stick around."

"Meh, more fun than what I'd do at home," Castle replied nonchalantly.

"Like your real job?"

"Exactly."

Fifteen minutes without any crazy CIA theories passed, and Beckett was concerned. Castle was actually being quiet. As in, not talking. Just as she was about to ask him if anything was bothering him, he opened his mouth. Of course.

"I got it!" he exclaimed excitedly.

Beckett rolled her eyes. "Wow, Castle. Fifteen minutes. A record."

"I was thinking. Hey, guess what!" He was beaming.
"No."

"C'mon Beckett, please!"

Beckett then made the major mistake of looking at Castle's puppy dog expression. She'd never tell anyone, but that always melted her heart. Chanting to herself to not give in, she was stronger, she wasn't curious, she certainly didn't want to melt into those baby blue eyes of his –

"What is it?"

"Caskett."

She stared. "Excuse me? You've been thinking about what we put corpses in?"

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. "Not C-A-S-K-E-T, C-A-S-K-E-T-T. Our shipper name!"

She sighed to herself. Although she wanted to tell herself he was being silly and she didn't care, she was touched he thought of a shipper name. And truth be told, she wanted there to be a reason they had a shipper name.

"We do NOT have a shipper name. We never had one and we never will."

"Too late! We do now!" he proclaimed with glee. "Caskett, Esplanie…hmmm…Renny?"

"No way!" called Ryan indignantly. "Why do you guys get cool names and my fiancée – yeah, fiancée, not just partner or girlfriend - and I get a lame one? Renny, really?"

"Bro, some names just aren't compatible. I gotta say though it's almost scary how well Castle and Beckett fit together. Wonder what that could possibly mean for the future?" Esposito said with a gleam in his eyes.

Before the two of them could say anything else, though, the murder line rang.
Beckett quickly answered. "Beckett. Okay…54th and Lexington? All right, we'll be there as soon as we can."

"C'mon," quipped Castle, "Team Caskett to the casket!" He was bouncing around like a six year old who just had their first dose of caffeine.

Beckett calmly got up, put on her coat, sipped her coffee, and gave him the death glare for thirty seconds.

"I dare you. I dare you to say Team Caskett one more time. I dare you to try to mention that at my crime scene. I dare you to tell Lanie about that."

The writer gulped. "Understood."