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Chapter 1: The discovery

Kate

Lying in her bed, Kate ponders all the things that could be different in her life. She has been doing this all night. The main reason was Castle. Famous author, best friend, partner and one of the most infuriating people she has ever known but somehow, from day one, Richard Castle has broken through her walls, taking pieces of her without Kate noticing. Sneaky bugger.

The shrill ring breaks through her trance. Twisting to her side, she grabs the offending item from the small, oak table by the side of her bed. The bright light affects her eyes so she squints. Esposito. The only time he calls is if there has been a homicide.

Looking at the glowing red numbers from her clock she checks the time. Urghh, too early. Pressing the green button, Kate answers in her typical fashion.

"Beckett."

"Hey Boss, a body was found in Central Park. All we know is that she is female and lets just say, this one is a bit creepy." Esposito answers. Kate can literally hear the shiver that goes through the fellow detective by the quick rustling of clothes and the sigh he makes. The one she has gotten used to from the years she has worked with him. The one he uses when they see a homicide where the victim has been shown no mercy from their killer.

"Be there in thirty minutes." Hearing the answering okay from Esposito, she shuts off her phone and begins getting changed, thoughts from earlier erased from her mind. Grabbing her typical jeans that show of her curves and the white blouse soon to be topped with her knee-high boots and black leather jacket. Yawning, she attached her gun to the holster in her belt and grabs the shiny shield that is her proof of being Kate Beckett, Homicide Detective in the New York Police Department.

Heading into the small room that is her lounge, she whips out here phone and calls the man who has shadowed her for 4 years now.

"Beckett." Ahh, normal Castle, taking her words and using them on her.

"Castle, body in Central Park. Do you want a ride?" Kate asks knowing the answer already but with Castle, you can never know when he changes his mind.

"Yes, thanks. ooh, wonder what this body has in store for us today."

"Nothing pretty by the sounds of it. I could hear Esposito's shiver over the phone." Castle chuckles.

"Ahhh, one of those."

"Yes, one of those. Now get ready. I'll be over in 5 minutes."

"Okay, okay. Guessing someone hasn't had their morning coffee yet." Kate rolls her eyes, knowing well that he can't see her.

"I know you're rolling your eyes." Damn you. Kate thinks as she glances around, making sure he isn't there. It's creepy how he does that.

"5 minutes." She hangs up but not before hearing the laughter coming from her telephone buddy as he knows he caught her out.

Castle

While in his apartment, Castle is still laughing as he scrounged around for his things. Grabbing his clothes he puts them on. He loves annoying her, it is one of his joys knowing that he can catch her out. Not that he likes it when Kate is angry at him but it is fun to watch how she reacts. You can't blame him, he's still a kid at heart.

Finally ready, he chucks on his long jacket and awaits the arrival of his muse. These last 4 years have been the best of my life, Castle thinks. I wouldn't change it for the world. Kate Beckett is one of the most interesting people in the world and he knows, he has known for a while that she is the person he wants by his side forever not just in the business sense but in the personal sense. She is the woman he has lusted after from the start and the woman he has loved for the last two or three years.

The rapid knock, knock, knock on the door brings him back to reality. Shaking his head, his hand reaches for the brass knob that adorns his door. Twisting his wrist slightly, he hears the click and pulls the door open. Once open, he comes face to face to the woman that keeps him up at night, filling his mind and fuelling him with need.

Turning his attention back to the magnificent creature that has her eyes currently narrowed in a confused expression.

"Good morning detective. I hear we have a body that needs checking out." He answers donning a lower voice. Creating a professional approach to his words.

"Yep, you ready?" Kate questions.

"Of course. Lead the way my fair maiden." He watches her roll her eyes. Over the years, that has become one of the main reasons he says these things. Seeing her roll her eyes to mask that sweet smile that lurks underneath.

"Castle." Kate says in an exasperated tone, drawing out the arrr sound in his name, to try to hide the smile that always appears when he is trying to be adorable. Well, he doesn't even need to try, he's cute enough as he is.

Holding out his arm, Kate loops her arms through without hesitation. This action isn't new to either of them. Without further thought, they stroll towards the elevator.

On the way down, they don't speak. They bathe in the comfortable silence and the comfort of being near one another. Even through their differences, they have become closer than ever. From being shot to being kidnapped. From hate to friendship. Beckett and Castle, detective and writer, friends, they forever shall be and they both know it.

The ringing breaks the silence. The silver doors glide open without a sound, revealing the busy reception. Easily weaving through, with their arms still linked, they make their way past the doorman towards the cruiser that is Kate's car.

With ease, Kate slips into the driver's side whereas Castle, not being quite as graceful, fumbles as he places himself in the passenger's side. Chuckling quietly to herself, Kate glances at Castle as he sighs in his seat.

"You done there?" Teasing laces her tone causing Castle to turn and narrow his eyes at here.

"Just because we all don't have great bodies does not mean you can tease me." Castle makes a show at gesturing towards her and then to him. At the end of the sentence, he crosses his arms, trying to look like he is hurt by her but as Kate looks at him, she can see his facial muscles twitching, trying to prevent the boyish grin that always covers his face. Also, the amused twinkle in his deep, blue eyes gives him away. He is way to easy to read.

"Nice try, writer-boy." She emphasises the boy as she knows he hates it.

"For the last time it is writer-MAN. M-A-N. Man. Want me to prove it?" The look of hunger in his darkening eyes causes Kate to gasp and quickly try to hide the shivers that run down her spine. The same shivers she experienced when they first kissed and the same ones that appear when he touches her. However, these aren't the bad shivers but instead, they are the very good ones. Somehow, Castle makes her feel things that not even Josh or any other man could make her feel. This thought scares her a bit.

"Haha, n-no thanks. Come on, we got a body to get to." Castle can hear the slight stutter in her voice and he can tell she is affected like he is. By the way her eyes went wide as they came upon the predatory look that now occupied his eyes was any indication. Smirking, he turns to face the road again but keeps her in his peripheral vision.

What he does to me. How the hell have i survived this long? Kate thinks that last thought before returning her eyes to the busy New York streets in front of her. Time for a body.

Next to her, a man is thinking exactly the same things about her.