"So, I take it you don't like boats?"
Richard Castle supplied as his wife leaned over the railing of the cruise liner, breathing deeply as wave after wave of nausea overtook her.
"Not all boats, just some. But honestly this hasn't happened in yea-"
Before Kate could finish her sentence she was quickly lunging forward, emptying the contents of her stomach. Passing cruise ship guests gawked pointedly and loudly mumbled their disgust. Soon Castle's instinct to protect his wife came to the surface.
"Seriously? You've never been sick before?" he called out to the retreating backs of people making their way down the deck.
"CASTLE! STOP IT! This is embarrassing enough without you making an even bigger scene!"
"But they were-" Rick went to say but was quickly cut off.
"It doesn't matter! We're the professionals here. I don't need anyone making claims of inappropriate conduct against the NYPD. Or it's private consultants."
Straightening out slowly Kate groaned as she found her sea legs again, the taste of bile coating her throat. When she went to take a step back dizziness overtook her, and just before she was about to fall back Castle caught her.
"That's it. You need to sit down. Come on, there are chaises right over there."
Pointing Rick lead his wife to the pool area; wrapping an arm around her waist, taking on any of her dead weight. Stopping them both Kate turned to her husband,
"Rick, I'm not going to lounge poolside while there's a murderer on this off brand Carnival cruise ship!"
Tightening his jaw for a brief moment before quickly calming himself Castle replied, "Oh really? And what do you suppose you're going to do to them in the state you're in? You can barely stand up. Besides, what idiot would try to kill another person while security and police were on this ship looking for them. Justice can wait for five minutes while I get you some ginger ale and Dramamine."
Reaching the sitting area Rick lowered Kate slowly before straightening himself.
"Now, would you like anything with the ginger ale? Maybe some crackers?"
Admitting defeat she shook her head and watched as he turned and made his way towards the deck bar, quickly being sucked in by the crowd traveling there as well.
Leaning back slowly Kate couldn't help but moan in relief as the incredibly comfortable piece of furniture's waterproof cushions held her gently in place. She just needed a couple of minutes; the ginger ale would help. (She was hoping she wouldn't need the Dramamine)
Having forgone breakfast this morning, she'd chugged her hotel coffee before leaving for work. It was terrible, (Nothing could ever be as good as her husband's) but it gave her the caffeine boost she seemed to be needing these past weeks. Closing her eyes but with her hand draped protectively near her holster she waited for the sun to infuse her slightly chilled and clammy body with warmth.
"First time?" Popping one eye open she turned and saw an older woman smiling at her. Not understanding the question Kate asked if she could repeat it.
"I said, 'First time?' Pregnant of course."
