A/n: I don't really know why but I was in the mood for a 'let's fall in love, and have fun and make silly references to stuff and put it all in a fanfic' kind of mood. So enjoy.

Sadly, I don't own Castle. (But if I did, I'd have killed off Josh months ago. Or made him a serial killer so Castle would have a legal reason to kick his ass)

- K.H.

Chapter 1: "I don't go to weddings."

-Beckett's POV-

"Ask him, come on it's not a bad idea."

"No."

"Ask him." She nods at me, motioning to the smirking man who just walked through the elevator doors.

"No."

Lanie gives me a look, but I don't budge.

"No-"

"Kate, you know Josh can't go and wouldn't want to. Castle would be more than happy to-"

"-no. That is the last thing I want to do at this very moment. I just won't go."

"Come on, it could be fun."

"Fun?" I roll my eyes. She smirks as she takes a big step to the right. I turn around for only second to grab my coffee and there he is. He smiles at me, taking Lanie's place in front of me but at a way closer distance than Lanie had stood, too close; the kind of close that give you goose bumps. I bet she planned this, probably called him 10 minutes ago, and schemed up this whole evil little plan.

He smiles at me wickedly.

"Hello Beckett."

Damn it.

I just glare at him, but he knows I'm not mad- at least not at him. I'm just really, really annoyed with: him and Lanie, and my friend Sammy for having to get married, and the whole idea that you should take date with you to a wedding.

"What would I be happy to do...?"

He's loving this isn't he?

"Nothing O.K.? It's- nothing." I mumble, scrambling to pick up the invitation, to hide it under a case file. He's too fast, and snatches it out of my hands- a Cheshire grin plastered across his face.

"Well well, well." Castle says holding up the invitation up to the light inspecting the thing like it's some kind of precious stone. It's like pirate treasure to him really, a chance to annoy and smile at me for whole weekend undisturbed. But it's not happening. This is not happening.

"You are cordially invited to the wedding of Samuel Gregory Rainer and Jessamine Joanna Erikson-"

"Stop. No-"

"Why Beckett, I didn't know you went to weddings. Do you have a secret life no one knows about where you wear pink and go to weddings and I don't know don't carry a gun every waking moment? Because if that's true-"

"-Castle." I give him, the look. The look; he knows I mean business.

This five-year-old on a sugar rush is going down baby, he's goin' down.

"Yes Beckett.

"I don't go to weddings."

"Hmmm then why did you -"

I pounce at the invitation but he still holds it high, "Your sexy heels can't help you now can they Beckett?" He teases holding it higher and higher out of my reach. "Now where was I? Oh yes- on Saturday the 28th of May. The ceremony will be held in-"

"You really don't need to read that."

"Why yes, yes I do. St. Patrick's Cathedral in-" He takes a breath, and attempts to go back to reading it.

"-No no you don't." I take another nab at it, but he stands higher.

"Yes, yes I do." He pushes 'goose bump close again', and smiles wryly.

"No, no you don't."

"Yes, yes I do." He whispers pushing closer to me, but I stand my ground. Plus I like it when he gets all close to me...

"Now kids... let's break this up." Ryan says, pushes us apart with Esposito and Lanie at his tail, smiling. They get a kick out this whole arrangement, kind of like dinner and movie for them.

Well step right up and get your tickets to watch the show, because things are about to get interesting.

"Mmmm mmm. You two." Lanie says, standing in-between deviously- executing her plan probably just the way she wanted it.

"Now Castle, Beckett here-"

"Lanie don't do it!-" I warn her but she brushes me off.

"-has a wedding to go to in a week, and well she's got no one to take her. We don't want her going all the way to Albuquerque all by herself do we?"

She waits, not a single sound comes from the entire precinct... and every cop, criminal, and even the guy repairing the espresso machine- have their eyes glued on us. They're waiting- for us.

Damn it. This can't be good.

"No." Castle says.

The room breaths, as do I.

"Then wouldn't the answer to this problem be for you, to go with her. As a friend of course, nothing more."

"Yes." He nods, and as she goes I catch Lanie giving us a wink.

Damn it.

"I'm not, under any circumstances going to Albuquerque, with Castle. That's just not going to happen."

Castle makes puppy eyes.

"No."

I rant, pushing past everyone. But just as I walk away I can feel their eyes on me, ever deviously hatching their plan.

2 Days Later...

-Castle's POV-

"Oooh watcha doin'."

"Nothing." She quickly closes whatever window she was in. I'm suspicious...

"I'm not going to the wedding with you O.K.?"

"I-I didn't ask."

"It was on your mind."

"That maybe the case, but I wasn't going to say anything."

"Oh ya?"

"Ya." I step close to her and size her up; she shakes her head, "What?"

"I just- ya know. Know what you're thinking right now."

"Oh ya?"

"Ya." She says giving me a very 'hot' looking glance.

"But you're still not going with me."

"Well frankly my dear, I don't give a damn," Castle says in his best Rhett Butler impression. "Because I am." She glares at me- but I can see that behind her eyes she's smiling. "Don't do that."

"Don't do what?

"That thing you do, when you reference books, movies... people. It's distracting."

I smile. She knows she loves it when I do that, like allot of things. She likes to deny so many things...

I raise an eyebrow- because I know its drives her crazy. But not in a bad way, that's another thing she denies.

"So-"

"No." She gives me a don't-mess-with-because-I-can-legally-carry-a-gun look. I give her a little wiggle room but stay close to her heels.

"I was just gonna ask if you wanted some more coffee. Good grief put your lady claws away."

And yes, Beckett has lady claws. Just like Cat Woman.

I leave to get her a refill on her coffee, only to return to a surprising spectacle before me. Beckett is in the hallway talking on the phone; probably to Josh (Uggh). She'd left her computer open... just waiting for a little wanna-be Jame Bond like myself to do a little bit o' snooping. I fly across the room, and take a glance around. Nobody's lookin'.

A/n: Should I continue?

Read what about what she was doing on her computer, in the next chapter. ;) Hope you liked it... CONTINUE FOR MORE FUN.