These are just random moments that pop into my head - usually at work :) - and will not be beta'd so any errors are completely MINE!
All of the chapters/stories will have really random titles because while some are inspired by songs I was listening to, others are just the name of the song I happened to have on repeat when I was writing...
A/N - Yeah we all know we can't do it as well as Marlowe and Co but I do enjoy playing with them from time to time...
5x04 – "Murder, He Wrote" ... listening to "Lucky Strike" by Maroon 5
They do not even put them in a police car. After Sheriff Brady cuffs them (to one another of course) he walks them to the police station. Actually walks them down the six blocks from the Sandbar. She feels like she is being paraded around in front of these people and wonders if the Sheriff is going to start calling her a hooker again. She looks to her left where Castle walks by her side trying desperately NOT to look at her and she fixes him with a glare – the perfect narrowing of her eyes - and she knows (she KNOWS) that he is about to lose the battle with himself and look right into the ire which lies in her irises. After about a minute of watching him, he turns to her.
"It could be worse." He offers.
"Really? How could it be worse, Castle?"
"We could be the suspects…?" He says with a raise of his eyebrows, his shoulders following just slightly and she fights hard to keep from grinning at him. He really is cute, and damn, she is screwed.
"Oh but people thinking I'm a prostitute is just dandy…" The sarcasm is dripping from her words and she can see him sag a bit.
"Beckett…"
"And just so you know, when I said 'next time let's do it without the tiger', this" she holds up their cuffed hands between them – her left, his right – and shakes them, making the cuffs jingle, "THIS is not what I meant!" The shock on his face at her admission would almost cause her to trip over her own two feet, her laughter ringing through the salted air surrounding them if she was not as upset as she is.
"Hold up…you MEANT that?!" He retorts, his voice falling dangerously low as he cants into her body and she can feel the fabric of his shirt tickling the exposed skin of her bicep and it makes her stomach clench. God, she needs help. How can he do this to her? How have they not ripped each other's clothes off yet? She wants him and she has not gotten to have him properly all weekend. Well, there was that frenzied encounter in the shower this morning, his hands skimming wetly over her body and his fingers slipping inside her, doing all the right things…focus, Beckett!
"That's your take away…" She responds in a feeble attempt to keep her mind on her irritation and not on the best and quickest ways she has found of removing his clothing.
"How have we not taken advantage of this? You have your own set of handcuffs!" He barrels on without truly registering her comment. She feels the flush inch up the bare skin of her neck when she sees Sheriff Brady looking at them.
"Yes, I own handcuffs. You want to make something of it?" She challenges and Brady turns from them and walks them into the police station. She will not even call it a precinct because, ugh, she cannot equate what she does with what is happening out here. She knows she is being petty over this whole prostitute thing – but still…seriously?
They walk into the police station and she sighs as they are processed and moved into a holding cell which is right in the middle of the bull pen. Could this be any more like Mayberry? And even better, the meth head they arrested last night is passed out and snoring on the only bench in the entire cell. Awesome. She glances over to Castle and sees the apologetic look on his face – his eyes squinting just slightly at the edges and his shoulders rising faintly. She schools her face and turns away from him as the deputy secures her to the bench and then moves to do the same with Castle on the far end with the meth head in between them.
The deputy walks out of the cell giving them a condescending look and she narrows her eyes at him. This was not what she had in mind when Castle mentioned a romantic weekend getaway to the Hamptons and she could kind of kill him for making them get involved in this. Him and his damned writers' complex about always having to have all the answers. She could kill him…or kiss him…or have her way with him…ugh…it is going to be a long afternoon.
