He's Not You
Disclaimer: I own nothing, nor am I making any sort of profit. I just borrowing these characters.
A/N: Came up with this little fic while shoveling the driveway after reading the spoilers for "The Limey". Based on the fact that the detective they will be working with is British, handsome, and Beckett may feel a little attraction to him. ONE-SHOT
As Beckett and Castle watched the handsome British detective leave the precinct, Beckett turned around in her office chair, her large grin not going unnoticed by Castle, who was still standing by her desk.
Castle cast his crestfallen glance at the floor just as Beckett looked up at him.
"What?" she asked him.
"Nothing, nothing." Castle said quickly. "only its just..."
"Just what, Castle?" she prompted.
Castle flicked is eyes back over to the elevator and then back to his partner.
"I couldn't help but noticing...rather...you..." He sputtered incoherently. However, she understood his meaning.
"You want to know if I like him?" She asked incredulously. Castle just stood there looking timid as he waited for her answer. This made Beckett soften.
She stood up, gently tugged on Castle's arm and lead him around the bullpen corner to a more secluded spot.
"Do I find him attractive? Yes. Do I find is british accent sexy? Very. Do I perhaps want to run my fingers threw his wavy blonde hair? Possibly. Do I like him, like him?" She paused to gauge his reaction. He was shuffling his feet and keeping an eye on his shoe laces. Looking anywhere but her face. He was also doing a poor job of hiding a look of sadness from his eyes.
Beckett placed a guiding finger under his chin and gently pushed it up to have him look into her eyes.
"No, Rick. I don't like him because he's not... he's not you."
Surprise and a little confusion played across his face. Beckett moved her hand away from his face and relocated it to his bicep to be reassuring.
"Really?" Castle asked softly. A little hope growing in his voice.
"Yeah." she said. Feeling good about the tiny step they just made forward, she wanted to make another one.
"I've always preferred men with dark hair anyway." She said teasingly, but they both knew that she meant it. With her hand still on his bicep, they smiled at each other.
"I think we did as much as we can for one day on this case." She said "What do you say to getting outta here?"
"Sounds fantastic." He said. "Dinner? I think I know a place that specializes in British faire." he said suggestively.
"I'm thinking more traditional American actually." she countered with a flirtatious glint in her eye.
With smiles, they collected their jackets from her desk and snuck out of the precinct for the evening. It had been such a long time since her shooting, his confession, her recovery, and their talk on the swing set. They needed to explore if they still wanted to be more. And then only then could they have that "talk" they so desperately needed.