So it looks like I'm carrying this on. Thanks to rulenumber12, LadyAilith and castlebeckett siempre, who's reviews were lovely and wanted me to keep writing this.

Beckett spent the rest of the day putting up with Ryan and Esposito taking the piss out of her for the flowers that where still sat on her desk. While she was pissed that Castle had done that, the flowers were beautiful and they filled the bull pen with a sweet scent. Many of the other Detectives took the piss but the other female cops that walked through the bull pen all complimented them. Lanie came up eventually and glared at her, "Why didn't you tell me writer-boy sent you flowers."

Beckett looked up, "I'm going to kill Esposito."

Lanie smirked, "Oh come on Beckett, if he hadn't told me, I would have found out anyway, you and your flowers are the talk of the precinct."

"Fucking hell, I'm really going to kill him," Beckett growled.

Lanie smirked, "So what you doing tonight?"

Beckett looked at her friend and decided to tell the truth, "I'm going over the Castle's, he's cooking for me."

"Aw sweetie, that's perfect," looking at Beckett's still stormy features she said quickly, "Don't kill him Beckett, it was sweet and you know it."

Beckett sighed, Lanie was right, but Castle little stunt had still pissed her off.

Rick was rushing around his loft, putting the finishing touches to everything, determined to make tonight perfect for Beckett.

He had just finished when there was a knock at the door.

Steeling himself for what either could be a very lovely night or a very short painful one, Castle opened the door and gasped, his jaw dropping. Beckett was standing there in a beautiful black mini dress and a pair of killer heels.

Smirking, Beckett said, "Shut your mouth Cast, you're catching flies." As she spoke she reached out and pushed his mouth shut.

Castle moved to the side and Beckett walked into the loft. As she moved over to the coat rack to take of her shoes she was well aware of his eyes following her, she smirked and thought see Castle, pay backs a bitch.

Castle shut the door and arranged his thoughts, he needed to be able to speak tonight, but her in that dress had taken his words away, for the first time ever he was speechless and all because of Kate Beckett.

The women he was thinking about turned to look at Castle and asked, "Where are Alexis and Martha?"

Taking a deep breathe, to control his thoughts, he said, "Alexis is out at a Valentine's Ball and mother is who knows where, although I think she said something about meeting up with some acting friends for drinks."

Beckett nodded and looked around, taking in the loft. He had put roses all over the place and the smell of them overpowered everything, although she could still smell the aromas that were coming from the kitchen. "Castle, the loft looks amazing, and whatever is cooking smells really good."

Castle smiled at her, it was a soft smile that was filled with affection, "It's Alexis and mother's favourite."

"So what you cooking Castle?"

He shook his head, "That Detective, is a surprise for later." He turned to the stereo and pressed play. As the music starts Castle turns back to Beckett and holds out his hand, "Care for a dance?"

"Sure Castle," she took his hand, but then in a move that spawned from martial arts training, she moved round behind Castle and pinned his arm across his back. "Sure I'll dance with you Castle, but do you think you can dance with a broken arm?" Her voice was hard, and she was glad Castle couldn't see her face, since she couldn't keep a smile off her face.

"Um… what do you want me to say? I'm sorry that I sent the flowers to the precinct. Please don't break my arm Beckett, I really am sorry." Castle actually sounded scared that she really would break his arm.

"Chill Castle," Beckett said, letting go of his arm, "But never do that again, or I will not hesitate to break your arm. Ok?"

Castle nodded and Beckett walked around to stand in front of him, "You still up for that dance?"

Castle gulped, shocked by how quickly Beckett had gone from saying she was going to break his arm to asking him to dance, and nodded. He hesitantly offered Beckett his hand again. She took it and smirked at him, "Don't worry Castle, I swear I won't kill you tonight, or break your arm, at least not tonight again.

Castle didn't answer but Beckett took the tightening of his hand around hers as a good sign. The two slowly came together, their hands still linked and Castle put his other hand on her waist, while she put her free hand on her shoulder.

The stood for a while, swaying to the music. They gradually got closer and closer until their clasped hands where trapped between their bodies and their free arms had tightened, Beckett's around his neck and Castle's around her waist.

Since I've come this far I'm going to keep writing until I find a good place to stop.