Author's Note: This will (hopefully – if I don't die before they all get posted) be a collection of ten drabbles, set in consecutive seasons of the show and in cars. Well, one car. Not that each drabble is set in the same car, just that each drabble only takes place in one singular car. Yeah, y'know, it's not really that important... What is important is me saying how lovely it was to find reviews/alerts/favourites/etc on my previous story and how many virtual hugs I'll send your way if the same occurs with these little bits of fluff.
Disclaimer: I am one of billions of people who do not own Castle. I am one of millions of people who trust Andrew Marlowe and co. to treat my babies well. I am one of one people who is currently wishing I was curled up in bed watching the episode of Morecambe and Wise that had The Beatles on it. That last point may not be particularly relevant...
you and i have memories
longer than the road that stretches out ahead
Year One
[ in which Castle is at serious risk of being shot, slapped or maimed in some other fashion ]
He won't stop touching. She'll be lucky if, when she checks her unit later, there's an inch of car that doesn't have his grubby fingerprints all over it. They're heading across town and Kate is beginning to think she'll have to limit his 'tagging along' to journeys of ten minutes or less. Even though he's proven to be quite helpful on cases these past few weeks, there is no denying that Castle is one childish, annoying, inquisitive, irritating writer.
"So... Going to tell me your middle name yet, Beckett?"
"And that's relevant to researching the NYPD how?"
"A well rounded character is always important and it would so be helpful to know your middle name in that literary pursuit."
"I thought you had an imagination."
"I do."
"Well then, make a name up. And stop talking. Your voice is grating."
"Alright then, I'll just keep guessing." Kate can see the huge grin that spreads across his open face as a frustrated groan escapes her. Bastard. He's enjoying torturing her. "Lucy? Ursula? Poppy? Yvette? Louise? Elizabeth? Please tell me it's Gwendolyn." He's begging now and she slams the brakes on as they reach their destination. Thank god.
"No. And I'll be gagging you if you don't keep your mouth shut on the ride home."
"Will that gagging be occurring while we're travelling back to the precinct or will we be heading to a nice comfortable bed this evening for that particular pleasure? Alexis is staying at a friend's home so my place is free..."
She grabs his ear in a fierce grip and smiles as he squeaks in discomfort. Much better.