Hello again! This is just a little something I thought up while I was at work today. Thinking it may not be a one shot but I'm not sure yet.
Let me know what you think and thanks again to everyone that reviewed and read my other stories!
It's Not A Crazy Theory
Ever since they moved in strange things had been happening. It started small, a cold chill that seemed to come out of nowhere, objects moved from their original place, and cabinets left open. Weeks later things started getting stranger, Electricity flickering and most importantly when he was alone he would hear something that distinctly sounded like whispering. Anyone else would have taken this as random coincidences or blamed it on their mind playing tricks on them. Not Richard Castle. No. He knew something more than coincidence was behind this and he knew exactly what it was, all he had to do now was prove it. The only problem though, Kate would never believe him, no one would.
She never believed his crazy theories. Ever. Especially not when it involved her cases. She was a detective, she believed in what the evidence told her because as she told him on more than one occasion, "the evidence doesn't lie". After everything they had been through from a killer Santa to aliens, lycans, vampires, zombies and time travelers she wouldn't budge. She refused to admit that murders could be committed by someone or something other than a human. Kate would never admit it to anyone (except Castle one night after having a little too much wine) but the case with the time traveler almost made her change her opinion.
"I spilled my coffee on the letter" she told him.
He leaned back and looked at her slightly confused. "I think you've had too much to drink" he giggled.
"No," she laughed back and playfully slapped his chest, "the letter from the picture in the folder. It had a stain on it but the letter we found didn't. After you left the precinct, I spilled my coffee on it."
"Why Kate Beckett if I'm not mistaken I would almost guess you were saying I was right!" He jumped off the couch excitedly.
He took the wine glass from her hand and sat it on the coffee table before turning back and pulling her to her feet. "I'm not saying you were right," she smiled up at him and lightly brushed her lips over his, "I'm just saying…maybe."
"Well I hope he was from the future, because you are more than qualified to become Senator Kate Beckett and I cannot wait to have 3 children with you." He smiled back at her and leaned in for another brief kiss.
"I think you mean Senator Kate Castle." She winked at him and walked down the hall towards their bedroom.
Kate would admit though that she loved listening to his theories, no matter how unbelievably farfetched. She loved how excited he would get, how his eyes would light up like a kid on Christmas morning, and how he would try so hard to get her to believe in his wildly inaccurate but sometimes spectacular anecdotes. His vivid imagination was one of the things she loved most about him and what made him an amazing writer.
This time it wasn't a theory, it wasn't a case she was working where they had no story to begin with, it was happening to him personally. He wasn't giving up this time, if it was hard evidence she needed to believe him then that's exactly what she was going to get. Richard Castle was going to prove to his wife that there was a ghost haunting their new apartment no matter how long it took.