Disclaimer: Andrew W. Marlowe owns this if I did Josh would be gone, well not dead, permanently on a Doctors without Borders mission.
Daydreams
Castle sat at Beckett's desk reading a file from their case that they recently closed. He was in deep thought when he heard Beckett's voice behind the file breaking his attention away. He looked up to see hers eyes sparkle.
"Oh, Castle you have been a naughty boy," she said smoothly pulling the file down to reveal her leather outfit. Castle gasped at the sight of her, glancing to see the others detectives still working like any normal day. He gulped in some air.
"Why Beckett that's not your work uniform," he said nervously, eyeing her leather skirt. He felt his hands clam up and tried to wipe the sweat away. She learned into him very closely. He could smell the cherry perfume she always wore. He breathed in again.
"What's wrong, Ricky? Are you afraid?" she said, taking out a whip from her black leather knee high boots. Castle almost fainted, what the hell had gotten into her? She giggled and put the whip to his neck, sliding down to his lap. Castle wriggled and tried to control himself.
"Beckett, what has gotten into you?" he whispered to her. Her only response was to laugh. Castle tried to see if Esposito and Ryan were around but he remembered they were sent to a doughnut run.
"Isn't this what you always wanted?" she teased, suddenly sitting on his lap. He only stared and gulped.
"Yes, but not this way," he answered, faintly. She suddenly stood up over him, holding the whip on his lap.
"Do I have to act this alone?"
"Act what alone?"
"This fantasy of yours," she scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"No but..."
"Castle!" Beckett suddenly yelled, making him jump in his seat.
"Yes?"
"Castle!"
"What?" he yelled, opening his eyes to the rest of the precinct, Ryan and Esposito were staring at Castle. Beckett was standing in front of him with her arms crossed. Her eyes narrowed at him in confusion and fascination.
"Were you dreaming about me again?" she asked, whispering. Castle looked around and nodded. She felt her cheeks warm and sat down at her desk, smirking.
"Give me your phone," she ordered him, putting her hand out.
"Why?" Castle asked.
"Just give me your phone," Beckett snapped. He did as he obeyed and gave her the phone. She looked at the phone photo and frowned. She scrolled through his find and deleted the photo of herself. She gave it back to him and started on her computer again.
"Hey, you deleted it!" he cried out.
"I had too," she replied, not taking her eyes from her screen.
"But that was the best picture," he whined.
"If you keep complaining you won't be able to get another opportunity," she smiled to him sexily, turning to him.
"Oh..." Castle grinned at her. "An encore performance, missy?" he moved his eyebrows making her smile.
"Maybe," she replied. "You'll have to behave today."
"You know I will try," he smiled, winking at her. She rolled her eyes and playfully hit him the shoulder and sat across from him grinning. All the years she had Castle as her shadow he always knew how to bring a smile out of her.
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