*just a little story I've been working on involving our favorite duo! Lots of Caskett and some detective work I guess ;) please review and let me know what you think*
It had been a long daunting night of paperwork. The boys finished up their parts and cut out early to meet up with their women for a nice dinner out. Kate had a few things left to finish up before she could head out so she sent Castle out with the boys so she could focus and get the remaining paperwork done as quickly and accurately as possible. It seemed Castle always had a way of distracting her just enough to cause her to have to go over all her paperwork once he finally decided he had enough. But not tonight; she was tired and just wanted to head home have a nice glass of wine and relax. So maybe forty five minutes later she stacked up all her files nice and neat placed them on Captain Gates desk for review the next morning and began gathering all her belongings. She acknowledged the other dedicated detectives that were left finishing paperwork or tying up loose ends and headed for the elevator. She hit the down arrow and the doors opened immediately for her. She stepped in hit the button for the ground level where her car was waiting and let out an audible sigh of relief that the day was finally finished. She wasn't off duty tomorrow or anything special it had just been a long day drawn out even longer by an extra amount of paperwork. She rode down the elevator in silence thinking about how relaxing her night was going to be not even noticing when the alerting 'ding' rang and the doors opened. She stepped out and starting hauling ass to her car.
"Excuse me. Detective Beckett… Detective." Came a pestering voice from somewhere behind her.
She turned around and noticed the young looking woman who apparently had been following her since she stepped off the elevator trying to get her attention the whole time. She gave the woman a once over and answered with a polite, "Yes. I am Detective Beckett how may I help you?"
The woman quickly answered, "Well I was hoping you would take a look at some files. My father was murdered five months ago and the detectives in charge of his case just shut it down and are not putting any more 'resources or time' into it. At least that's what they keep telling me. I, I've read about some of your accomplishments in the paper and I was just hoping that maybe you would take a look at this case and help me find my father's killer…" The woman looked desperate at this point. And although all Kate wanted to do was get home to her glass of wine she understood the need for answers and motioned for the woman to hand over the file.
It only took about one minute before Kate looked to the woman with concern and confusion, "Uh mam, I don't understand. It seems the detectives in charge of your father's case have ruled it a suicide. And after five months of no evidence or leads to make them believe there was anyone else involved they are ready to put it to rest." Kate handed her back the file.
The woman refused to accept the file back, "I don't believe my father would kill himself. I know he was murdered. I understand if you are too busy or there are rules/regulations for this type of thing. But I know someone murdered him. Someone made him put a bullet in his head and took his life. I am asking you to find that person and bring them to justice. Not just for me but for my father's dignity. He was a good man and he deserves to be remembered that way. My number is in the file. Thank you Detective." And the woman turned and walked back in the direction she appeared from leaving Kate standing alone in an empty parking garage with a file of a closed case that had no signs of being anything other than a suicide.
Kate kept the file. She thought about it the whole ride home and the whole way up to the loft. She realized she barely acknowledged the doorman when he welcomed her back and wished her a good night. She was wondering what to do with the file up to the moment she opened the loft door with her key and was ambushed by a waft of whatever it was that Castle had been cooking for dinner. She placed her belongings down stripped off her coat and boots and laid the file down next to her bag; forgetting all about it and making her way straight for the kitchen where she heard Castle moving around.
She just stood in the entrance way for a moment. Apparently Castle hadn't heard her enter the loft as he was just going about things as if no one else was present. She just watched him for a brief moment. Kate loved observing Castle watching him simply be himself. It was the small things she enjoyed; the way he wiped his strong hands in the dishtowel or how he had a million things going on all at once. The way he always stuck his finger in the hot pan to check whatever it was he was cooking, and how he abruptly retracted it realizing that indeed the item was hot while he blew on his finger to cool the burn. That was the moment Kate chose to jump in, "Come here Castle. Every time, you always burn your fingers." She said as she grabbed his hand and instantly began blowing on it trying to take away the pain by instinct.
"Hey Kate! How long have you been here I didn't even here you come in." Castle happily asked gently placing his free hand on Kate's lower back. He had that certain sparkle in his eye the one that showed up whenever Kate did.
"Oh just a few minutes ago I was just watching you for a bit." Kate admitted.
"Oh I see the watcher becomes the watched." Castle joked.
"Something like that." Kate teased.
Castle leaned down and gave her a light and loving kiss that let her know he was happy she was home with him. But that wasn't enough for Kate right now so she leaned back up and gave him a hard kiss that was more passionate then she intended. This caught Castle by surprise but he quickly responded with pleasure.
"Kate." Castle gasped eventually ending the impromptu make out session that was happening by the running oven, which was making the situation even hotter then it normally would be. "Not that I'm not enjoying this" he explained motioning with his hands indicating their current situation, "but I have this wonderful dinner planned for us and I don't want it all to burn."
Reluctantly Castle freed himself from Kate's embrace and turned back to the stove top. Kate collected herself and then turned leaning her hip against the counter and continued to watch her man at work.
**Chapter 1. What'd you think? My intent is to finish this story however short or long it may turn out. Only about 4 days left!**