Just a wee 'lil story :) love to hear what you think! Enjoy!
"But then the Pirate Lord, having tragically lost the love of his life due to the trickery of his lying, deceitful, two-timing, and just generally bad and evil nemesis, grabbed the flaming lantern hanging from the mast of his prized ship. With his crew gone, his archenemy's sword at his throat, and nothing to lose, he smashed the lantern against the opened barrel, releasing the flame within the glass to ignite the gunpowder, gallantly sacrificing himself for even the remote possibility that his love could be freed from the torturing presence of his nemesis!"
Castle grinned, his eyes glowing with adventure as he lowered his hands from visualizing his words.
Beckett raised an eyebrow from across the table. She slowly pulled in a breath as she crossed her arms. "Just one thing…what was my question again?"
The light in Castle's eyes dimmed as he came back to reality. "Uh," He glanced at the clock on the wall and grimaced, mentally rewinding about five minutes. "'Is that how you spell porcupine?'"
Castle glanced down at the scrabble board between them. Beckett rolled her eyes as she watched him reach for his iPhone and tap on the touchscreen. Castle frowned, then quickly switched his first 'I' for a 'U'.
"There you go." Beckett approved his switch.
"One time!" Castle protested at Kate's superior tone. "That was only the first time I messed up a word!"
"That's because we've only played two words each!" Beckett debated, though she couldn't stop her smile. "Every time you lay one down you can't stop from making a story behind it!"
Castle portrayed a look of insult. "I do not!"
"Castle, you just turned the word porcupine into a story about pirates." Kate said incredulously.
Castle pursed his lips, shrugging. "…But you have to admit it was a good story."
Kate shook her head with a silent laugh.
"What?" Castle smiled. He forcefully tamed his smile to be serious as he gestured toward himself. "I am a writer, Miss Beckett. Do I ever deter you from practicing your career?"
"Every day, Castle." Kate picked up her choice tiles and began placing them on the board.
"Well…surely not…every day…" He thought back, trying to find an example, but could only bring up images of Kate's scolding, which he figured wouldn't count for him.
"What do you think you're doing right now?" Beckett raised an eyebrow and glanced down at the scrabble board that Castle had set up over her case files on her desk.
Castle shrunk back slightly and gave a hopeful expression. "Entertainment on a slow day?"
Kate smiled. "Don't worry, Castle; as long as you keep bringing me coffee each morning, you're a distraction that I can handle."
Castle watched with a slight grin as Beckett added her last tile, placing 'hope' through his 'heart.'