A/N: So, this is my first Castle fic, and I couldn't be more excited!! Woot-woot.

First off, I want to thank my cousin Tiffany(aka Ohio Claymate) for coming up with this amazing plot bunny. I love it Tiff, and once I started, I couldn't stop.

Second, I love Castle, and I can't wait for more episodes!

Disclaimer: I do not own Castle or any of the characters portrayed in this fanfiction. This is just a little story thought up by a fan. I do not own the plot for this story. But I have the owners permission to use it.

ON WITH THE STORY!

16 year old Alexis Castle was sitting in her bedroom doing schoolwork wondering when her father, Richard, would be home. Ever since he started following Detective Beckett around he was hardly ever home, and always seemed to miss dinner. Tonight they had his favorite, foil potatoes. She was zoning into the world of cooking when she smelled something burning.

Thinking the house was on fire she ran downstairs and noticed her dad throwing a ball of fire into the kitchen sink. She watched as he turned on the faucet and put out the fire.

"Dammit." Richard Castle cursed to himself. "What happened to it?"

"Looks like you caught something on fire dad." Alexis said.

Rick wasn't expecting her to be there, so he jumped.

"Alexis! What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Watching my dad, the author, become a firefighter." Alexis stated sarcastically with a silly little smirk on her face. Anybody who didn't know her would think she was being mean, but her father knew better. That's just how they acted with each other. They were truly each others best friend.

Rick rolled his eyes and said, "Alexis, I was trying to heat up the leftovers." He sighed and pointed to the microwave. "All of a sudden there was a pop and my potatoes burst into flames!" Rick stated, very comically and very dramatically.

"Were your potatoes in foil?" Alexis questioned.

"Well, yeah. What else do you put foil potatoes in?" Rick asked, incredulously.

"Dad, you can't heat anything metal in the microwave!" Alexis exclaimed.

"How was I supposed to know that!? I'm not a cook!"

"Dad. It's common sense. Everybody knows that." Alexis explained as she walked to the microwave to shut the door. "You know that the microwave is going to smell bad for a while now, right?"

"Did I wake you up?" Rick asked, trying to change the subject.

It didn't work. Alexis just shook her head as she walked to the sink. "No dad. I was waiting up for you. You really should call when you're going to be out late." She stated as the took a fork and started poking at the blackened piece of foil. "I worry."

"I don't know why. You'd think you were the parent." Rick joked while Alexis stared at him with wide, sleepy eyes.

"Let's see what you did to the potatoes, hm?" Alexis said as she unraveled the burnt foil from the potatoes. "Ew, dad, you can't eat these."

"Why not? They didn't burn!" Rick started pouting. He really likes foil potatoes, and Alexis only makes them every once in a while.

"You ruined them dad." Alexis stated, poking the congealed mess that lay in the sink. "You will just have to be home when I make them the next time."

"Yeah, but you never tell me when you are going to make them." Rick pointed out. "Those potatoes are a rarity. It's like seeing a comet. Only those taste better."

"You could have had some of these if you had answered your phone when I called." Alexis said.

"You didn't call. I always answer your calls." Rick said getting his phone out of his back pocket and turning it on.

"No you don't. I called your cell three times before I cooked dinner, twice while I was cooking, once during dinner, and twice before I cleaned up." Alexis said as she grabbed the gooey potatoes and walked over to the trash.

Rick was going through his missed calls list disbelievingly. "Holy apples. Alexis, I'm sorry, really, I am. I had it turned off." He said, cringing. "We were in a library and one of the librarians had been murdered, and, you know. 'Turn your phones off while in the library!' I thought it would be more respectful to obey."

"It's fine dad. As long as you find the murderer." Alexis said as she dumped the foil potatoes into the trash.

"Well, we always do." Rick bragged.

"Yeah, dad, you do." Alexis smiled, walking over to hug her father. "But you won't catch a killer unless you get some sleep. It's midnight." She stated as she started walking towards the door. "Go to sleep."

"Yeah. Night Baby Bird."

"Night. Don't forget to brush your teeth." As she reached the doorway she turned back towards him, "Oh, um dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't try to cook anymore." Alexis said as she smiled, turned on her heel, and went back upstairs to go to bed.

"Don't try to cook anymore." Rick said, unbelievingly. "Only Alexis would tell her father that." He added, with a chuckle as he went upstairs to brush his teeth and go to bed, because, like Alexis had said, 'you can't catch a killer if you don't get enough sleep.'

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A.N: Well, what do you think? Do you like it? Do you hate it? Should I write another chapter?

R&R, and tell me...I have a lot more that I could do with this plot bunny, so let me know.

:-:-:-:P.S. Thank you Tiffany! :-:-:-:

-iluvacting