To all of the Caskett fans out there, to all of my followers and fans,

this is my Christmas present to you. A Caskett story filled with joy and love.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

-R2Roswell/Ronnie Roswell/Ron_Beckett


Chapter 1.) A Christmas Surprise


Richard Castle stood in front of his mirror in his bedroom trying to straighten his tux. He had never been this nervous for a date with Beckett before as many of them as they'd been on.

"So how do I look?" Castle asked as he saw his daughter standing in the doorway.

"Perfect," Alexis said, coming over to straighten the red tie a bit more. "Beckett's lucky to have you as her fiancé."

"You think?"

"I know so. If she wasn't she would have let you go a long time ago."

Castle smiled at his daughter.

"So," said Alexis, "Does she have any idea where you're taking her?"

"As far as I know, no but then again she is a cop so who knows she could have figured it out by now and she's making me think she doesn't know."

"You're over thinking."

"You're right. Tonight Beckett and I are going to have a pleasant evening and-,"

Alexis cringed her face, "Ew, dad, details."

"Sorry." He then turned serious, "And you're okay with this? I know this evening wasn't what you and Pi had planned."

"Are you kidding? This night is probably the most romantic thing you've done for her yet so if I have to house sit while mom and dad go play then it's perfectly fine."

Castle smiled his widest of the night. "You just called Beckett 'mom'."

Alexis smiled, "I did didn't I?"

"So how did it feel?"

"Oddly enough it felt right."

"Guess that means Beckett is the one I'm meant for since you never called Gina that."

"Dad?"

"What I'm just saying."

Alexis smiled too though knowing her dad was right. Gina had never really been a part of her life the way Beckett had and she called Meredith 'mom' by default even though she wasn't really around.

"Have fun tonight okay?"

Castle leaned in and kissed his daughter on her forehead, "Thanks sweetie."


"Would you stop?" Lanie asked as her best friend kept straightening her dress in the mirror at her apartment. "You look beautiful."

"It's not too much?" Beckett asked.

"Is it ever too much for that family? Martha and Alexis chose the right dress, it's perfect."

Beckett continued to evaluate herself in the mirror. It was a red strapless dress that hemmed from the floor up to the hip where a medium sized rose formed. In the center of the rose was a smaller rose shape from blue rhinestones to make the outer red rose pop. And to finish the look was the red ruby necklace that Martha had loaned Beckett years ago back when she and Castle first went undercover to figure out who was stealing precious jewels. Now that she thought back to it she had worn a red dress back then too.

Beckett smiled to herself, she must have figured Castle wanted to make the night special by remembering their past. It was certainly working.

"See that's what you needed," said Lanie, "A little bit of personal color."

There was a knock on the door. Beckett grabbed her black velvet jacket that came with the dress.

When she opened it the person she saw standing there wasn't who she was expecting.

Pi smiled, "Well hello there Mrs.C-to-Be looking good."

"Um," Beckett looked back at Lanie who just shrugged then turned her attention back to her guest. "Pi, no offense but what are you doing here? Don't you and Alexis have plans of your own this Christmas Eve?"

"They kind of fell through," he said as if it really was no big deal. "It's cool I'll see her tomorrow. Mr. C was running a bit late and asked me to come and pick you up. That's not a problem is it?"

Beckett held up a finger. "Hang on a sec," she said to him.

Beckett pulled out her phone from her clutch and speed dialed. All she got was Castle's voicemail which baffled her.

"Oh just go with the boy," said Lanie. "What's the worst he can do drive you to the wrong restaurant?"

Pi stuck out his arm waiting for Beckett to take it. "Shall we Detective B?"

Beckett sighed but placed her arm through his and the two left, Lanie following so Beckett could lock up.