As Castle saw it his relationship with Beckett was like a Tango. They danced around each other carefully, yet somehow no matter how much he did lead, Beckett was in control. So what does a writer do? He plays along, follows the steps to see where it takes him, not sure if the dance is one of love or hate.

"Castle!" Beckett summoned.

He could help thinking about how much he loved to get on her nerves, how much he loved to help solve murders with her, how much he hated those fingers grabbing parts of his face…if only it wasn't painful. He couldn't even help the way he saw her with Alexis and his mother, Martha. He couldn't decide if he wanted to be with her or just be best friends…she was beautiful, powerful and the only women that had ever had complete control. Okay well almost complete, he had control over her tolerance because he held the power of annoyance she couldn't for her jobs sake get rid of.

"Castle!" she said coming around the side of her desk knocking him on the head with a file, finally startling him back into reality.

"Oh sorry, what? What is it?" He said coming out of the trance, looking at Beckett's annoyed face.

"I was just wondering why you are still sitting here…don't you have somewhere else to be?" She said in a matter-of-fact kind of tone.

"No, nowhere except home with Alexis but she is doing homework, and wants to be cooped up in her room so she can concentrate and mom is probably dancing around the house singing Broadway songs with a glass of wine in her hand." He shook at his own thought and chuckled "No, I'm gonna stay here with you…what are we doing?" He looked at Beckett with that crooked charming smile.

"What do you mean what are we doing? I as in just me am doing paperwork, not that I want to but I'm behind. So you can go home."

"What? You're kidding right? Oh I know what to do!" He got up and strolled across the precinct to break room and started making to espressos. She rolled her eyes and turned her attention to her desk where the file was laying, picked up the pen and began to scribble notes on the paper.

She was swaying her chair back and forth while reading the papers, she hated paperwork. She was completely startled when her chair took on a mind of its own going all the way around until it was stopped abruptly, she was face to face with Castle.

"What do you want?" she barked out of annoyance that he had broken her concentration completely. He pointed to her desk and there was coffee and take out. She smiled and put the file on the desk. She made the big mistake by putting it to close to where Castle sat and he picked it up, spun around out of his chair when she tried to grab it back. "Castle!" She said like a mother. "Give it back now!"

"No, you eat…I'm just going to look at it" He whispered falling silent. Two minutes had passed; he turned to look over his shoulder, "have I no influence over you? I am utterly insulted by your lack of descriptive words, and by the fact you make me sound like a lousy side kick" He said jokingly.

"Well…" she put her food down a snatched the file from his hand and began writing again. She took a sip of coffee put it down and looked at Castle who had been piercing the side of her head for the last two minutes with his bright blue and intense eyes. "Ugh" she exclaimed with a little angered as the infamous, almost automatic eye roll was preformed. "Can you please go somewhere else, you're creepin' me out!"

Castle just continued to stare, testing how long He could sit there without any injuries. After a long thirty seconds he sucked in a breath and softly spoke, "Kate, I have a question…."

She ripped her head around and murdered him with her eyes; he was not allowed to call her by her first name…not for no reason. "Castle, before I pull my gun out I think you should go home" as she said that he started to get up. She felt bad about saying that, she was caught off guard, and he was almost at the elevator but she called anyway, "Castle wait, what is it?"

Castle walked briskly to the side of her desk sat down and turned her chair towards him and pulled her so their knees were touching. "Well I was actually just going to ask you" He paused for a moment; they were staring into each other's eyes each not sure who was winning this stare down. The cell phone lying on the desk scared them both as they both jumped.

Beckett turned to Castle put her finger over his lip and said "hold that thought…Beckett."

"We got a live one," announced Esposito over the phone.

"On my way" Beckett replied.

"Murder…" Kate started to relay.

"Mayhem, and complete chaos…is it safe to say you were saved by the bell?" interrupted Castle as he pushed the button on the elevator.

"I don't know Castle; you can still ask the question…" Beckett replied tucking the edge of her bottom lip under her top teeth.

"Hmm…I don't know detective, I think I better wait…you kinda scared me with those green eyes of yours. Must say, you staring me down, kinda sexy. I got the feeling you were checkin' me out"

"In your dreams Castle"

"Yes, you always are…" and that is where he left the conversation, until they showed up at the crime scene.