AN: This drabble was prompted by becofoz who requested "Caskett, sick day."

Disclaimer: I do not own Castle and its characters.


3:07AM

Castle jolts awake. Not sure what woke him up, he pushes himself up, his back leaning against the headboard. Glancing around the room, he doesn't see anything out of place, and he's fairly sure no one is hiding in the dark. Rick is about to settle back against the pillows, thinking it was probably a bad dream when he hears it again.

A cough!

Curled up next to him, Rick sees Kate's body shake as she lets out another cough. The world famous author pokes her gently, and when he remembers that the detective sleeps like a rock, he bends down and squeals in her ear, "I knew it!"

Kate wakes with a jerk, hitting him under the chin with the back of her head.

"Ow! Castle, what the hell?" she grumbles as she massages her skull.

"What are you complaining about?" Castle asks indignantly. "You got me square in the jaw!"

He dramatically opens and closes his mandible, making sure it is not broken. Det. Beckett is, after all, hard headed. "But that was not the point," he goes on before she can say anything. "I knew it!"

Knowing he is like a child hyped up on sugar, and that he wouldn't let her go back to sleep until he was done, Kate decides to humour him. "What were you right about, Castle?"

She coughs again, and that's when she realizes what this is about. Kate looks up at him, and she sees the mischievous gleam in his eyes.

"I'm not sick, Castle."

All day, Kate had been sneezing at work, blaming it on allergies even though it was almost December.

"Sure you're not," was all he says.

In response, the young woman graces him with a death glare, before flopping back on her stomach.

"Goodnight, Castle."


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