Kate Beckett sat at her desk. It was Friday afternoon. With no case, today had just been a paperwork day, a day to get caught up. Of course, with Castle there, catching up was next to impossible. He sat in his usual chair right next to her desk staring at her. Every now and then, Kate would look out of the corner of her eye to find him still looking at her, but not really looking at her. He looked like he was thinking and had just zoned out looking at her face.

"Castle!" Kate snapped in a much more Beckett manner.

That got is attention. He snapped right out of the little trance he had slipped into. "Huh?" He asked, completely unaware of his staring.

"You've been staring at me for the past twenty minutes," Kate lowered her voice so her captain wouldn't hear, "and I don't care if we're dating, it's still creepy."

"Sorry," he responded.

It was too simple. If the past five years had taught her anything it was that nothing was that simple with Richard Castle, the man who always had a mob hit or CIA conspiracy theory to share with her.

"Castle, is everything ok?"

"You know what I just realized?"

Now she was even more confused, and maybe starting to think she shouldn't have snapped him out of his thoughts since she was definitely not going to get paperwork done with him talking. "What the hell," she said as the leaned back in her chair, ready for some outrageous story he was probably going to tell her, "it's Friday, shoot."

"I have never taken you out on a proper date."

Kate thought long and hard about this. Well sure they had never been on an "official" date, but there were dinners at their apartments, nights in bed together, times spent with their families…

"You took me to the Hamptons. I'm pretty sure that counts as at least one date," she retorted.

"No, I mean dressing up, bringing you flowers, taking you out to an expensive dinner…"

"Why do you sound like you're going to ask me to prom?"

"Kate, I'm serious. Let me do this. It's the gentleman in me that wants to."

The gentleman in him was going to make her go home and put on a dress instead of slipping into a nice hot bath and having a night cap and sleepless night with him? "And I supposed you want this to happen tonight." It wasn't even a question. She knew too well when he wanted this to happen.

"I'll pick you up at seven."

And just like that he was up and out of the precinct, getting ready for god only knows what. At least she could get some work done with him gone.

The knock at the door came at 6:57. When she went to answer it in a robe with her hair and makeup done, she made a point to make sure he knew he was early. "3 minutes," she said as she swung the door open, but instead of being greeted by a dorky smile, she was greeted by a big bouquet of flowers. When he moved the flowers, she saw the dork smile that she had expected.

"I told you I was going to bring you flowers. Now, are you going to make me stand out here for the next two and a half minutes or do I get to come in and watch you do your grand entrance in your dress?"

"Who said anything about a dress?"

But he wasn't even listening. He just pushed by her into her apartment like he always did. He maneuvered his way around her kitchen, finding a vase and scissors to prepare the flowers for her. Once he had the perfectly arranged her turned back to greet her. "You have to go get dressed now! We have reservations!"

Kate groaned, not enjoying this "in a hurry side" of Castle at all. "Can't we just stay in?! Do we really have to do this?" He nodded gleefully, and she couldn't ignore his adorableness when his inner Jack Russell Terrier came out. "Fine, give me five minutes." Castle waited patiently.

When Kate came out, he quickly got to his feet, excited to see just what Kate Beckett wore on a real date, and he was not disappointed. She came out in a slim body hugging dress that was black and strapless. Her hair was pulled up, and her makeup was applied perfectly. "Kate you look…" Stunning? Gorgeous? Flawless? While all these adjectives worked, the writer was at a loss for words. He just stood there slack jawed.

This was also the first time Kate had gotten a chance to really take in his appearance. He kept it very simple with a white button down and black pants and a black jacket. The collar of his shirt was open at the top, where she could see a little bit of his muscular chest. The chest she so badly wanted to-

No, this was the place, but not the time. He would never miss these reservations with how giddy he was for this date. "Shall we go?" He asked. She was still uncertain as to what the plans for the evening were exactly.

He took her hand, and led her out of her apartment.

What had she just gotten herself into?

TBC

Author's Note: I just started writing, and I've never done a multi-chapter story, so bear with me! Please let me know what you think. Next update should come soon!