Note: I wrote this for a drabble tree. This is set early in the series.
Camera Flashes and Secret Dreams
A mob of flashes erupts in their faces, and Castle just smiles, pushing his way through the crowd. Beckett falls behind him, blinking and stumbling. He chuckles when he turns to see her struggling. Beckett scowls in reply, steadying herself, and Castle dares to laugh a little louder.
Reporters throw questions from every direction-some about the case, some not. Castle's smile never wavers, like the cameras don't matter. When they reach the car, Beckett drives away so fast the tires squeal.
"God. Is that going to happen every time we step outside now?" Beckett demands.
"What, that? That was nothing. You'll get used to it."
A sound much like a growl emerges from Beckett's throat. "Don't laugh again!" she orders before he can have a chance. "This is absurd, and a distraction to our case.'
Castle grins even wider. "I think you like it just a little bit. Come on, everyone dreams of being famous."
"I don't, Castle. I dream of catching killers and bringing them to justice."
"That's a boring dream, Beckett."
Only the fear of reporters chasing behind them keeps Beckett from slamming on the brakes.