Hey doods, so this is a quick one-shot, based on the photos for the finale and the CTV promo for "Undead again" - which looks like it will be buckets of fun!
When I finished writing this, and I proofread it, I actually found that it was beneficial to re-read when you know the conclusion, kinda made me go "ahh"... and I wrote it!
Hope you enjoy reading at least once anyway :-)
DISCLAIMER: My not owning Castle is my number one excuse as to why I have a secret stash of chocolate in my room... don't tell my parents o.o
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"You were amazing last night", she threw him a sideways smile, wrapping her fingers around the warm cup of coffee he had just presented her with.
He cast his eyes sideways to look at her and couldn't help but let them crinkle into a smile.
"Really?" He asked coyly, casting his shy gaze back to the pavement.
She rolled her eyes as she huffed out a short breath. The smile remained fixed to her face. "Yes really, but if you tell anyone at the office... well, you've seen my proficiency with a gun."
He laughed and she felt an instant fluttering in her stomach, her nerves twitching interestingly.
"That's the thanks I get for treating you so well?" He asked with a lightly accusatory tone.
She pursed her lips. "You're right, I just think if Esposito and Ryan learned of our little... adventure", He raised an eyebrow at her phrasing. She looked at him quickly and blushed. "I mean, they'd never stop teasing us, would they?"
He nodded. "Probably not, but would that be such a bad thing? I for one wouldn't mind recounting it over and over", he nudged her gently with his elbow.
She chuckled. "I'm sure you wouldn't."
"It was a pretty incredible night, wasn't it?" She asked him with a definitive sparkle in her eyes.
"Very exciting", he grinned.
She took a side step so that there arms grazed against each other as the pair of them walked the lane to the crime scene. "You were just so... strong and...manly", she told him shyly.
He narrowed his eyes. "You sound surprised, detective."
She shrugged lightly. "Well, judging from past situations, I'd just pictured you screaming like a little girl and not being able to stay still long enough to get the job done."
"Well, fighting off an acting troupe pretending to be zombies was pretty damn scary... until I saw the costume tag on the shirt of that one with the rubber axe."
She laughed, "Gotta love your Mom's enthusiasm."
"Yeah, I just can't believe she would go to such lengths to get us communicating again", Castle shook his head.
Beckett swallowed and stopped in her tracks, tugging him back by his sleeve. "Are you sorry she did?"
Castle sighed softly. "No, no I'm not."
Beckett nodded. "Me either... and hey, thanks for, you know, protecting me... like always."
Castle's eyes cast a trail over her face, as if memorizing every line. "I'm glad we're together again, on the case."
Beckett blinked, chewing softly on her bottom lip. "I'm glad we're together, period."
Castle and Beckett's eyes locked for a moment, before Castle smiled slowly and turned around to walk along the path again. Lanie was in sight now, hovering over a gurney with a young man atop it.
For a moment, silence surrounded them, until they reached the M.E, who greeted them with a wink. "Hey you two, I heard you had an eventful evening last night."
"What? How did you find out?" Castle whined.
Lanie chuckled. "Alexis gave me a full report. Your mom is a legend, Castle."
"Oh, the zombie thing, yeah that was nothing", Castle replied bravely, puffing out his chest for good measure.
"Oh so you didn't do a little poop in your Castle pants?" Lanie teased him.
Castle narrowed his eyes at her. "Please, you really think a group of amateur actors playing zombies could freak me out? Me!"
Lanie didn't reply, just pursed her lips and returned her attention back to the body in front of her.
"You have to admit parts of last night were a little freaky though Castle", Beckett told him over the corpse.
Castle's brow shot up and he smacked his lips together. "OK, I confess, the way last night turned out was not how I envisioned it when it began, nor was it as peaceful or as quiet as I'd pictured it; during a couple of instances, I may have even screamed... that information is not for public record by the way Lanie", Castle cast Lanie a sideways glance.
Lanie just shook her head.
"Oh, I can attest Castle, you definitely screamed", Beckett smirked.
"Oh what, and you didn't I suppose?" Lanie raised her eyebrows at the detective.
Beckett huffed. "Lanie! You're not supposed to gang up on me, you're suppose to be on my side here."
Castle laughed. "Oh she certainly did, Lanie. I don't think I've ever heard anything so girly come out of this woman's mouth as those little whimpering squeals."
"Castle!" Beckett flushed scarlet.
He raised an innocent eyebrow at her, but poked his tongue out for good measure.
She shook her head and mouthed. "Such a child."
"OK, well if you're done recounting your heroic night of staving of zombies, we do have a murder here to solve."
"Yes we're done, as long as I have the opportunity later on to regale you further", Castle said, directing the statement toward Beckett.
Beckett smiled at him. "Who would I be to turn down a best selling author for a story?"
He winked at her. "It was a helluva night."
Martha had been very careful to keep her plan secret from Castle and Beckett. She'd spent the last three weeks, staging a flash-mob style prank, managing somehow to assemble dozens of young actors from the local drama schools, through fellow acting teachers.
The "zombies" were very professional and had in fact frightened the hell out of Castle and Beckett until Castle's trained eye caught a glimpse of the aforementioned name tag.
After the discovery, Castle and Beckett laughed and recounted every moment of the strange and extraordinary event, and even went out for drinks with the young actors afterward; on Castle's credit card (payment for services rendered.)
Then, Castle had escorted Beckett home, joking that more zombies may have been on the loose - real ones. It was a lame excuse, but Beckett didn't mind; Martha's plan was obvious, her intention was to throw the two of them together, get them talking again (or for the first time.)
And so, in Beckett's apartment, on her couch, with a glass of wine in hand, the two of them had discussed all that needed to be discussed. Secrets had been revealed, lies had been uncovered, tears had been shed and urges had been no longer denied.
And indeed, the fact that they'd had sex for the first time last night may have even factored into today's conversation...
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A/N: OK, so obviously my intention here was to get y'all believing one thing, then make you think another thing, then finally make you realize that the first thing you thought was the thing actually was the thing and the second thing was not... the thing
If I say "the thing" one more time... you will begin to throw stones, won't you? :P
Hope you liked it, thanks for reading and as always, reviews are the batteries that boost this little robot up :-)