A.N.: The idea for this kept badgering me, since I found out the dates of birth for our beloved characters. So what if Kate was out of options, thinking she was losing Castle and stumbled upon a star sign article? Yes, this will be a fluffy, funny, probably OOC story about love, Caskett and star signs.

Hope you like it. On with it then!

Disclaimer: If I owned it I'd stalk Stana to find out who her hairdresser is. (Now that I think about it, even if I owned the show that would be illegal. Crap.)

It was probably the dumbest idea she ever had, then again it appeared to be her last resort.

She was going to have to let him know. Well, not directly - never directly- since they had always thrived in expressing themselves between the lines. But it was a big step, a huge one for her.

Taking a deep breath Kate Beckett looked around the precinct and then at her computer screen pretending to read. She'd say news if asked, but that was the last thing currently on her mind. They had just wrapped up another case, and Castle had just left, once again without lingering or winding down by talking to her as he usually did. He had plans. And obviously took great pleasure in announcing this to her. At least that was what it felt like. Well, to be fair he didn't announce it, just…told her. With an easygoing smile.

And that was just….infuriating.

When before, a small thing such as this would just be irritating, lately Castle's indifference caused a stronger reaction: Her chest and shoulders, stiffened, a buzzing roared in her ears and unusual thoughts entered her mind. Thoughts of creative physical violence against nameless blondes, brunettes, redheads she could just bet were in his "plans". That, right there, was enough proof that it was finally time to act, so she tried to think of the possible courses of action available to her.

Thus the plan had been formed.

Of course, she couldn't reach her – their- endgame directly. It wasn't their way. But it was their endgame, and if he had moved on from the place where she had left him waiting, well she'd drag him back to it. No, not drag…coax maybe. This demanded that she think it through. That's when she had opened Lanie's email with the article. And then made the list she was staring at right now, black pixels on white background on her screen.

Twelve ways to reach endgame.

Kate knew that if she had employed any single one of these ways to show him how she felt a few weeks ago she wouldn't need the rest, but now she needed contingencies. And they were listed in strategic order right in front of her. If one failed, she'd move on to the next.

She laughed softly to herself. She was sure that is anyone found out she had turned this into strategies on how to come clean with Castle, she'd never live it down. God, it sounded stupid even in her own mind. But looking at the list again she silently went over the reason she had found it a good idea in the first place. All twelve strategies were facets of a relationship in a manner of speaking, so she'd prove herself in each one at a time. And hope that he'd cave and let her show how good they'd be in the rest aspects later.

Her friend was the one who had showed her the article. And yeah, she might not believe anything supernatural and new-agey, but each paragraph had seemed like a suggestion.

Plan formed. Order altered. List made.

Looking around to make sure no one had a view of her screen; she pulled up Lanie's article and made sure she had included all twelve points in her list. Satisfied, she closed the document with the list she had created and before closing the browser as well, she glanced at the title:

Love him? Give him a Sign.

She was about to.

A.N. 2: So, wonderful readers, this story will have twelve more chapters beyond this one. I had to prepare you all with something to justify the silliness ahead.