This idea came from imyouraziraphale on tumblr. Thanks for the idea :3 Hope you all enjoy! Reviews are welcomed.


At first it started off as a soft knock but the longer she let it go on, the louder it got until it became a pounding noise. What little patience she had left vanished as she pushed herself up from her couch, crossing quickly to the door. Unlocking and pulling it open, she groaned as she leaned against it.

"What do you want, Castle?"

"You," he answered mischievously, allowing himself entrance to her apartment.

She squinted her eyes at him, her eyebrows knitting together as she closed the door and followed him to her kitchen. When he said things like that, she was torn between kicking his ass and jumping him where he stood. Knowing that neither was really an option, she chose to ignore the impulses.

"Well you can't have me, please leave." She crossed her arms over her chest, watching as he explored her kitchen.

"Oh, but I can. You're single now." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at her, heading into her living room when he came up empty handed in the kitchen.

"I should have never told you that," she mumbled as she followed him. "What are you looking for?"

She never got an answer as he shouted in triumph, his right fist pumping in the air as he quickly picked up her phone. Not giving her a chance to protest, he started going through it.

"Castle, what are you doing? Give me that." She crossed the room quickly, reaching to grab her phone which he quickly jerked away from her.

"No, stop that." He swatted her hand away, earning a death glare, as he moved away from her. "This is the only way I can think of getting you to go."

"Who are you calling? Wait- Go where?" She jumped at him, grabbing the phone but not in time.

"Lanie," Castle whined into the phone. "Tell her to go with me."

Beckett's mouth dropped open as she momentarily forgot that she was trying to retrieve her phone from the writer. He did not just call Lanie.

"Castle? Boy, what are you doing with Beckett's phone? She gonna kill you, ya know."

Realizing the opportunity, he slipped away from the stunned detective and stood behind the couch. "I came to take her out on a date for," he glanced at his partner and lowered his voice, "Valentine's Day."

On the other end of the phone he heard laughter, "Give her the phone."

"I owe you, Lanie."

"You only owe me if this works," she said calmly as he handed the phone over to Beckett, who had quickly advanced on Castle.

"Lanie, I have to call you back - I'm going to kill him." Beckett's voice was simmering, the famous death glare in her eyes.

"No, you are not. Girl, he wants to take you out. Let him!" Impatience was evident in the ME's voice, tired of the two's game.

"I don't want to go," Beckett almost pouted as she turned her back on the writer, rolling her eyes as he smirked.

"Yes, you do. You know you do. I swear, if I have to listen to you complain one more time how he was looking at some bimbo on the street because you won't woman up and make your move - I'm going to be the one committing murder."

Beckett pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, hearing the truth in her friend's impromptu speech. Mentally cursing everybody and anybody, she muttered a quick 'fine' into the phone before hanging up on her friend. She knew it wasn't her fault that Castle was so persistent, but she had to take the anger out on someone.

After taking in a breath, she turned on her spot finding Castle studying the pictures on her walls. She watched his features change as the pictures changed, her going from younger to older in some of them. Most of them were pictures she had gotten from her dad after her old apartment had been blown up, a few of them were new though.

When he came to one of her mom and her when she was about ten, she watched as his face turned soft. It was like he was creating the scene in his mind, which knowing him - he was. Feeling the anger melt away from her like ice, she sighed and propped her left hand on her hip.

"Alright, Castle, where are we going?"