A/N: Wow guys, just plain wow. I was not expecting the massive outpour that I have received in the birthing moments of this fanfic. This was just plain pure and simple spur of the moment. I am glad those who have followed and favorited the story have done so, they have given me the courage and determination to push forward with the idea of this fanfic. So now I bring to you, the next chapter!

"Lanie, I don't know what to think anymore. I like Castle, he is a good guy, but I don't think that getting romantically involved is a smart idea so long as he remains a civilian contractor or whatever you want to call it with the Precinct and as such, my partner." Kate said to her friend while sipping on a glass of red wine one night after the case.

Javier let it slip in one of their random rendezvous that Kate had a date with the one and only Richard Castle, after losing a poker game. Lanie then cornered the Detective in the morgue and demanded a girl's night that night to learn all the juicy details. Of course, the details had now turned into concern and venting session.

"What's the harm one little night on the town going to do to you?" Lanie pushed. "He's a great guy and your favorite author and, Hello! Richer than… well… Richard Castle, pun intended." She finished while taking a self satisfied sip of her wine.

"I am not going to become another bimbo on page six, Lanie." Kate started to get angry. She knew very well who Richard Castle was, and who he was imaged out to be. 'The master of the macabre' and a playboy with a new girl on his hip every week, and Kate wasn't going to be another page in his little black book. She already filled a novel, it seems.

"Ask him to be discreet about it then. I'm sure he is sweating bullets on ways to impress you." Lanie was gentle this time, reassuring Kate that Castle was a gentleman, although it seemed like he only acted like one when it benefited him.

"Right, I'm sure he would get right on that." Kate replied sarcastically. She still didn't know when Castle was going to take her on this 'date'. He had told her he would wait until after this case was solved. So she guessed after they wrapped up the last few leads and hopefully finished in the next day or two, that he would inform her.

"Honey, you need to chill. Did you ask him to back out of the date?" Lanie asked.

"He offered, but I felt bad. I was so pissed off that I fell for all of his bluffing. I should have folded those damned cards." Kate was frustrated.

"All this frustration over a damned poker game… Who would have thought that that would bring you to your knee's Kate Beckett." Lanie stressed. "Honey, don't you be mad at him when he gave you the open door out of there."

"I can't to be honest, Lanie. He was just so upset when we were heading to that crime scene. He felt so bad. I could see it in his expression. You know he was going to fold if I hadn't accepted that date. He would have let me win. When I agreed to the bargain, only for the sake to order him around for a week, I saw the brightness just light up his eyes, like it was his lucky day."

"Then honey, make it his lucky day. Knock that boy's socks off so far he won't find them for a year." Lanie said with a small giggle. All Kate could do was smile in return and sip her wine. She decided that Lanie was right. She needed to live life a little, and she was going to knock his socks off, certainly.

Castle texted both his male partner's in the precinct for suggestions when it came to this date. He was nervous to say the least. Javier just warned him to not overdue it or Beckett would kill him. Ryan, being the hopeless romantic he was suggested a nice dinner and maybe a movie, if castle knew of places for old black and white films; he figured that was more of Beckett's classier style.

Now that Castle could do. Kate Beckett was a classy woman, and classy was something that Castle has always aspired to do when it came down to impressing a woman. Most of the women he had seen or had been featured on page 6 at one point or another were definitely not classy. He considered himself a classy man, but his ex wife Gina, was determined to make it not so.

So now, he sat in his home office. Pouring over internet search browsers and menu's for local dining in the New York Metro. He had a slew of old 1950 and 1960's movies on his desk that he was debating on using as a movie for the date night. He had decided on two, and let Kate decide the final one. So he sent called for a courier and had them rushed over with the demand to wait and have her send back an answer, with no clue as to who is asking.

Since a classic movie was in order, he decided a classic movie theatre needed to be rented out for the evening. After doing some research and making a few phone calls, he had one specific theatre in mind. The Westside Theatre on 43rd street, which of course, he was already close friends with the owner who was more than willing to do a small showing of the movie and was on standby with a date. They had agreed it wasn't going to be an extremely private showing, but they would sell tickets to a few select donors that Castle agreed would not have any influential press lingering nearby.

Therefore, after sending the courier on his way with his two movie selections and two extra envelopes labeled [Yes] and [No], all that was left was dinner. Castle wanted someplace nice, fancy, but able to put in a reservation for a private table. Away from prying eyes, because this date was to be discreet, and not flaunting Kate Beckett to page six of the Ledger, much less putting the agreement they had in jeopardy.

After doing some extensive research, Castle decided on this very classy and high priced restaurant called 'Per Se' located on the fourth floor of the Time Warner Center. The review for this place was exactly what he wanted for his date and expected no less than what was reviewed… However, his chances were shot down after learning that reservations aren't always upheld. So he decided on the restaurant called Eleven Madison Park, conveniently located at Madison Ave and East 24th street. Confident that that was a good choice for a classy dinner along with a classical movie, he leaned back in his chair and grinned, confident of his work when a sharp rap at his door pulled him from his thoughts.

Answering it, the courier handed him the envelope and waited for payment, Castle handed him his bill along with a generous tip for taking up most of the man's day. Returning to his desk, he sat the envelope aside, waiting for the right time to open it. He didn't want to spoil himself and get all excited before this case was closed up and he could be assured by Captain Montgomery himself that Kate Beckett was free from responsibilities for at least 24 hours.

He smiled to himself. He knew his plan was going to be perfect. Now… all he needed was the dress to send to her for the date and that was that. The distinct sound of his phone ringing made him scramble to find it in the massive mess of papers and DVD's on his desk. Noticing who it was, he answered it immediately.

"Detective Beckett, what do I owe the honor?"

"We are about to go find out who killed our vic, you comin'?" Beckett responded.

"Of course, pick me up in ten?" Castle responded grinning.

"Yep, already on my way, see you shortly." Becket smiled

"I'll be waiting!"