Disclaimer: I don't own the character or the series.
It's my first offical english fanfic. The whole thing popped out from my head yesterday night.
(I rechecked the story a few times, there may be errors in my english, it's not my native language.)
Castle's request
It's started as a usual day for Beckett (except that she was more weary than ever).
Sipped the coffe tired when a familiar voice greeted her.
Good morning Beckett. -Castle greeted while sitting down.
Mornin'. -she mumbled, scrathing the back of her head.
As a writer -he began- as you know that too, I do my best to write accurate scenes. And it came to that I need your help with that.
My help? -she asked- Exactly how?
Well I'm certain that you don't gonna like the idea-
Get to the point Castle. -she cut him off.
Okay... -he took a deep breath- I want you to shoot me.
That hit the detective, with mouth agape the tiredness was gone.
What!
You heard me -he said so calmly- I want you to shoot me.
Beckett facepalmed.
Damn you Castle, you're better than a nice cup of black coffee. -she thought.
Castle -she blurted out- now seriously. Accidentally didn't you hit your head in the morning? -Came the question.
Even if he's a writer this is going too far.
No.-came the obvious answer. He didn't hit his head. He's perfectly fine. He just a mystery novelist. A certain mystery novelist.
Mere seconds later Esposito arrived holding a dossier.
We've got a case. -he cleared his throat- Did I interrupted something?
No!
Yes.
The two shared a look.
++++Later that day, back at the NYPD.
May I ask you a small favour Esposito?
That depends on what would that be, Castle.
The latter chuckled- I want you to shoot me- It's for my book. -he quickly added.
You're crazy! -he said and left the him there.
Castle just stood there dumdfounded.
Well that's it! I hope you liked it!