Pamphlet

Summary: What if Beckett questioned Castle, and he did the exact thing Meredith said he would do? One-shot. Post ep for 5/10. First fanfic, so go easy on me.

"Hey Castle, I was just thinking, you never told me about your father." Beckett said.

Castle stayed with his back facing Beckett, to keep watching his infamous 'smorlettes', but answered her anyway.

"There isn't really much to tell, especially since mother never told me much about him. Speaking of my mother, can you go ask her what she wants for breakfast, because I am certainly not going to cook something for her later.

She needs to learn that I am not her personal chef and that…"

Beckett left while Castle still droned on about his mother's habits of asking him to cook for her, while she kept on replaying her conversation with Meredith.

"I didn't even know enough about him to write a pamphlet"

She had said she didn't, but did Beckett know even more that what the redhead knew?

She kept mulling over this until Castle called everyone to breakfast and shouted to Beckett that his mother was already there. Well, she thought. If she wanted to know more about him, she would do what he did hen he first met her, keep on asking until he gave her he answer out of annoyance.

As she planned her questions, she sat down at the table with other castles and enjoyed the breakfast her boyfriend had prepared for he.

Later that night, sitting on the edge of the bed, Beckett asked Castle why he never told him anything. "Because you never ask".

"I asked you this morning" Beckett shot back.

"Ok, I'll admit that I wasn't exactly spouting answers, but it was only because mother and Alexis were there. I can't say much in front of them"

Beckett looked down for a moment. "I just don't want you to feel that you need to keep secrets from me, I want you to feel around me how I feel about you: safe, open and just plain me. No masks. Just you and me."

Hearing that from Beckett made Castle's heart swell with joy.

"I promise I will. I can't promise I'll tell you everything at once, but I'll do my best, just like you did for me."

At the moment Beckett was satisfied. She knew how it felt to disclose all of your secrets, secrets that have been kept inside you for so long, even to a loved one.

So as she lay in his arms that night, she dreamt of a tie in the not-so-distant future where there were no secrets, and they were like open books to each other.

She fell asleep and woke with a smile on her face.