This just popped into my head, I could not help but write it down.
Disclaimer: You know how it works, I own nothing.
"Castle what the hell are you doing?" It was a phrase which frequently rolled off her tongue. The things Richard Castle did never ceased to irritate and intrigue her.
This time she had caught him dancing. Obviously he did not realise he had an audience as this particular routine was not the usual groove which people bust in public either. He was doing more than just wiggling his hips. Arms and legs flailing in an awkward yet coordinated fashion.
He froze. Then ever-so-slowly he pivoted on his heels to face her. "Nothing," he said innocently. He slowly brought his legs together and moved his arms from their compromising positions.
"Sure Castle," she kept her cool. "If you keep wiggling those hips you'll bring all the boys to the yard." She continued past him, back towards her desk.
He scoffed and found an awkward smile playing across his lips. It dawned on him, she was 'pulling his pigtails', for once so he silently fell into step beside her.
"So Castle, what about this case has you busting a move?" She doesn't look at him, just sits at her desk and resumes her work.
He sits in his usual chair, beside her desk and pauses long enough that she stops to look at him. The awkward smile plastered across his face is apparently infectious.
He realises she is expecting an answer. "Nothing. I –uh, um…" he trails off stupidly. He can under no circumstance tell her.
The smile drops from her face. "Richard Castle speechless, this has to be a first." She decides to ignore how uncomfortable he is, she knows whatever he is so reluctant to tell her will come out eventually.
I've been tossing around a few ways that I can continue this so if anyone's interested I'm happy to oblige.