Darn! Another coffee to throw out thanks to Tom! Castle yelled in his head.
Castle had gone to Beckett's favorite coffee shop and stood in line for 20 minutes, just to get her what used to be "usual" morning latte'. But ever since Tom Demming, a good-looking robbery detective, had come around- Castle had no one to give the extra latte' to because Demming always beat him to it. Castle stood there in his dark denim jeans, black v-neck shirt, and dark grey jacket. He could see into the break room- there was Demming leaning on Castle's expensive espresso maker he had bought the squad, and then there was Beckett twirling her brown hair as she laughed with him. Castle could feel his heart sink and also had a feeling in his stomach that he had had since the first time he had ever caught a glimpse of Beckett and Tom laughing with each other after a case they had solved a few days ago. He sighed and looked over at Ryan, who was sitting at his desk typing, and walked over with the two drinks.
"Hey Castle, what's up?" Ryan asked, as he looked up at a disappointed Castle.
"The crime rate for robberies." Castle replied, as he leaned back to look over into the break room. Beckett was now walking towards the doorway and Demming was definitely checking her out as she did. This made Castle fill with an unknown jealousy that he never knew he had.
"Huh?" Ryan asked with a confused look. Ryan stared at Castle and then looked over towards the break room also, to try and figure out what he was talking about.
"Demming never seems to be working, he's always lurking…around….up here…with his hair." Castle continued, "So there's some unsolved robbery going on out there because he's up here with Beck…" Castle went, until he stopped himself. Castle was suddenly aware that he was venting about his dislike for Demming hanging around Beckett to the wrong person. He looked back at Ryan, who had a smile on his face.
"You really don't like Demming, huh Castle?" Ryan asked, as he leaned back in his chair pleased that he was about to tease Castle for being jealous.
"As a matter of fact, I don't think it's Demming…nah…it's Demming and Beckett that you don't like bro." Esposito chimed in, as he threw a stack of case files onto his desk next to Ryan's.
Castle was suddenly being cornered by the two, smug, homicide detectives. Here we go he thought. Ryan and Esposito loved it whenever they could get their hands on something to tease Castle about. Esposito crossed his arms and looked over at Beckett who was smiling at Demming.
"Oh c'mon…please I really don't care about…" Castle tried to say, but was interrupted by Ryan.
"Hm. You hear that?" Ryan said, as he raised his hand up to his ear looking around the squad room.
"Yeah, man, it's like a familiar sound bro…like a…" Esposito went, smiling.
"Confession." Ryan spoke, as he finished Esposito's sentence. They were enjoying this all too much. Castle had looked back and forth at the two detectives as each one of them spoke. Castle was feeling the heat from the spotlight being put on him- almost felt like an interrogation. But he wasn't about to "confess" anything to them…no way.
"A confession for liking…" Esposito went to say, but then Castle caught Beckett in the corner of his eye and lit up at the sight of her walking over to them, without Demming, and he interrupted Esposito before he could finish.
"Beckett!" Castle said, totally ignoring the guys who were busting on him for liking the very person who stood in front of him. Beckett was wearing heels, black dress pants that made her legs look longer than they were, a white boat-neck three-quartered shirt, and wore her short-brown hair down to her perfectly fit shoulders.
"Hey guys…what's going on?" Beckett asked, unaware of the conversation that had been going on with the three of them the whole time she was with Demming. Beckett sipped her coffee from Demming and looked at Castle, who was staring hate into the cup of coffee in her right hand. Watching her sip the coffee, that wasn't from him, was like torture.
"Just waiting for Castle here to tell us exactly how he feels." Esposito spoke with humor in his voice.
"About what?" Beckett asked. She was staring at Castle who had his eyes fixed at Esposito and he had them wide-open as if he was saying 'shut up' through his gaze. But then he looked slowly over to Beckett, who was looking at him with a look of curiosity on her face. Something's up she thought.
"About who, is more like it." Ryan chimed in with a smirk.