I have a sore throat, hence the story. I'm meant to be doing my maths homework but that isn't going so well.
Enjoy the story and if anyone knows any good remedies for a persistant sore throat and no voice that doesn't involve the doctors (I really hate doctors) please let me know :)
Castle walked out of the lift and into the bull pen. When he reached Beckett's desk he handed his favourite detective one of the coffee cups he was holding. She took it and gave him a smile before taking a sip.
"Thanks Castle," she said in a small voice that sounded scratchy.
Castle raised his eyebrow and Beckett smiled again, "I'm losing my voice Castle, nothing to worry about."
Castle smirked and when Beckett saw she reached out and pulled his ear. Castle quickly lost the smirk and rubbed his ear. "That was mean Beckett."
She shrugged, "I'm not going to be doing much talking, so if you annoy me I will hurt you." Even when her voice was quiet Castle could hear that she was serious.
He nodded, "Have you got anything for it?"
She shook her head, "It's just a sore throat," she coughed and winced.
Castle noticed, "Beckett you're in pain, you shouldn't be at work if you're ill."
Beckett took another mouthful of coffee before answering, "I'm fine Castle, we don't have a case, it's just paper work." She paused for a moment, and had another mouthful of coffee, "Hang on, there's no case, why are you here?"
It was Castle's turn to shrug, "Alexis and mother are looking at universities and I got bored by myself."
Beckett coughed again and Castle frowned, "If you're not going to go home at least take something."
"I haven't got anything to take Castle."
Castle sighed slightly and reached into his pocket. After a moment he pulled out a packet of lozenges and passed them to Beckett. She raised her eyebrow and he said, "It's winter and I tend to get sore throats a lot in winter so I always carry those with me."
Beckett smiled and popped out one and put it in her mouth, "Cherry flavoured." She said, a small smile on her face.
Castle looked away but not quickly enough for Beckett to miss the blush that had creeped onto his cheeks. Still looked away, he said, "Cherry is my favourite," he paused then added, in a quieter voice than even Beckett's, "My favourite smell on a certain detective too."
He winced, expecting Beckett to hurt him but he was surprised when Beckett just smiled and went back to work.
Every so often she would look up and catch Castle's eye and she knew that today Castle was either going to be an unbearable pain in the arse or he was going to be sweet. She knew that he was going for the latter option when he left and then came back ten minutes later with a cup of hot water and lemon. She smiled and wondered what she had done to deserve such a kind and caring partner.