I'm sorry it's been a while… but a couple of people asked for this to become a series so I thought I'd do a second chapter. I've only seen partway through season 2 so please forgive me for any obvious mistakes that might come up, I can only go by what I've seen!
This takes place after Beckett breaks into the poker club to rescue Castle.
They were travelling back to the precinct in the back of the van, and Castle was doing his best to keep his eyes ahead. On the seat in front. On the roof of the van. Anywhere that wasn't a part of Kate Beckett that he hadn't seen before, and would really, really like to see again, all the while knowing that if he actually voiced his thoughts she would happily beat the crap out of him.
But… God. The though of her turning up at precisely the right moment, half dressed and risking the whole operation, not to mention her own life, for him. He knew she was attracted to him; after all, he was a grown man, a writer, it was his job to be observant and Beckett was not as good at hiding her emotions as she liked to think. He had seen her try not to laugh at his jokes. He had noticed her pupils spring open when she saw him in a tux for the first time. But to think she might actually care about him as well. To think that she really didn't want to see him hurt, well. It gave him a warmer feeling than he'd had in a long time.
He sneaked another glance across at her long legs and as his eyes strayed upwards he noticed the slight twitch at the corner of her mouth, the smirk beginning to form there. Oh, she knew exactly what effect she was having on him, and she was loving every second.
Crap.
Castle 1, Beckett 1.
Call it even? No freaking way.
So what do you think? In character? Please review - it's the only way I'll learn...!