1x01 - Flowers for your Grave
A/N
First chapter of my fanfic for the Castle Ficathon 2013! My current plan is to write about 100 chapters with 500-1000 words each. You can probably guess why - one chapter for each episode that already aired (excluding 2x24, 4x23, 5x24 and maybe also 3x24 - I could never write an additional scene for those episodes… If you want to read a fluffy alternative ending for 2x24 - read my story "Everybody Makes Mistakes"! Maybe there'll be more missing, like 3x16 or 4x15 but let's see!)
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Oh god. This couldn't be true. She wanted nothing more than to wipe this stupid grin off his face but she couldn't do that in front of her captain.
He knew exactly how much this would annoy her - and he liked it. Well, two could play this game. She took a deep breath and just brushed past him, without a word. Of course, he followed her, eagerly, like a little kid on Christmas Eve.
"So what do we do now?" he asked as they reached her desk.
She turned around. "I don't know what you're going to do, but I have some paperwork to do. I didn't finish it all last night."
"Paperwork?"
"Yes, Castle. Paperwork. The bad side of being a cop and, just to warn you, it's pretty boring."
"If you think you can get rid of me that easily, you're wrong, Detective. I'm not as stupid as you might think!"
He grinned again but Kate just rolled her eyes and sat down.
"Can I sit down, too?"
Oh, right. He had no chair. But why should she help him with that? She didn't need him here!
"Nothing I say is going to stop you from doing it anyway, right?" She didn't look up, although she really wanted to see his face right now.
"There is no chair."
Okay. Now she HAD to look up - just to show him one of her evil smiles. Throughout the last years, she had perfected it and now, it could really scare off criminals sometimes.
"Wow. That's wonderfully noticed. And what do you want me to do now? Do you think just because you're rich and famous, someone is going to bring you everything you want? This is not how it works here."
He opened his mouth. "I'm not…" but Kate cut him off.
"It doesn't matter what you did or didn't mean. But I won't get you a chair."
He sighed. "Could you at least tell me where to get one? I don't want to run around and look into every room just to find a chair! It'll look incredibly silly!"
Kate chuckled. "At least, we'd have something to laugh about." She turned back to her paperwork with an eye roll but pointed towards the beak room. "Look there."
She heard him go in the direction she had pointed and only moments later, there were other footsteps hurrying towards her desk.
"You sent him to the break room to get a char?" Esposito asked and Kate nodded.
"Did you also tell him which ones are safe to use and that we keep our really good chairs in the storage room?"
"Why would I do that? We can all use some fun, it's going to be annoying enough with him hanging around all the time!" Kate answered which made Ryan laugh a bit.
"He's really going to have a hard time with you!"
Kate was about to answer when the break room door opened and Castle came out. Ryan and Esposito went back to their desks and Kate tried to keep a straight face when she saw that Castle had indeed managed to pick one of the broken chairs.
He didn't suspect anything, just placed the chair next to her desk, put his jacket on its back and let himself fall onto the chair. Although she was prepared for the inevitable loud crash that followed, she winced at the sound and then started laughing.
Castle sat on the floor, very confused, in the remains of his chair. He glanced up at Kate.
"Guess I still managed to make you laugh."
He stood up, removed some splinters from his pants - not that Kate was watching, why should she do that? - and went back to the break room. Before he reached the door, however, he turned to face Kate again.
"Can you please tell me which chairs won't break down when I try to sit on them?"
She raised an eyebrow and didn't answer.
"Please! I don't want to be responsible for ruining all your chairs!"
Kate rolled her eyes but got up and followed him to the break room.
"These chairs", she pointed to a pile in one corner, "are pretty old and squeaky but functioning. The ones standing around are reserved for the people actually working here, and in the back, we have lots of broken chairs and this one stack of good ones"
"Why do you keep those broken chairs then?" Castle asked as he walked to the back. "Wouldn't it be better to throw them out?"
"Well, they can be quite useful when we play pranks on people. Or when we have annoying writers visiting who are too old to stand for a while!"
"Haha," Castle answered dryly and sat down in one chair. When it neither broke down nor made any other suspicious sound, he carried it to Kate's desk.
About ten minutes later, he started shifting in his chair.
Kate tried to ignore it but she couldn't concentrate on the forms with him next to her.
"Could you please stop moving? You're distracting me!" She hissed.
Castle looked up. "The chair is pretty uncomfortable!"
"Wow, now you complain that the chair isn't good enough. What do you expect from NYPD chairs that are probably decades old?"
He opened his mouth but closed it again.
Just as she thought he might have finally understood what she wanted, she heard him murmur:
"I'm so buying a new chair for tomorrow!"