Into the closet
Summary
Someone always kept interrupting their most important moments. What if they wouldn't let them? Alternative scene to 47 seconds SPOILERS
Disclaimer
Be mine, please, please, please. Oh crap.
Rating T for language and … well, romance.
Category Romance/Humor
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A/N: Thank you so much for your responses, story alerts, and favs! I'm quite overwhelmed and awed by your encouragement.
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Chapter 2 – Out of the closet
"Where've you been?" Ryan asked when she had joined them in the conference room.
"Taking care of some business." She answered tersely.
"What business?" interjected Esposito, always on the alert.
"I was going in the direction of the toilets. Do I have to draw you a picture?" She didn't tell them a lie, technically. Kate glared at the pair, hoping they'd not ask any further.
"Castle was going there, too." Espo observed calmly. "Right behind you." He wasn't sure if they held hands at the time, so he thought he'd save that little thought to himself.
Kate tried to remain calm. Shit, her boys were too good sometimes. She had managed to convince Castle to let her go, for the time being, at least, under the condition that they'd really, really, really meet tonight, pinky promise.
As if she'd needed a kind of contract to keep her word. His kisses had been incentive enough to look forward to 'meeting' with him. She definitely looked forward to this meeting. With Castle. At home. Not about a case, but this time, about them. Like in the supply closet. With his hands on her hip, her hands on - Stop that. She ordered herself. No time for happy thoughts now. She hoped she didn't blush. (But boy, his butt had felt perfect under her hands… STOP, I said.) Oh, speaking of boys.
"Boys have to pee, too, I was told." She said aloud and pointedly looked towards the new evidence spread on the table, and let them know that they better let the subject drop.
"What've got?"
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The day seemed to drag on, though they were making considerable progress on the case. Which was fine by her, but she couldn't help wishing that the evening would come sooner. (and so would she, the wicked voice whispered.)
At 6 p.m., she still was relaxed. Well, kind of. She had planned to prepare a fancy dinner (the way to a man's heart was through his stomach, after all, especially Castle's), and she was quite excited at the prospect to surprise him with a sophisticated menu that would've made her mother proud.
Exactly, excited. That's the whole point of this meeting with Castle, isn't it? This wicked voice was pleasant in a way, but started to distract her a lot.
At 6.30 p.m., she started glancing at her watch, thinking of the ingredients she'd be needing to shop for in order to be able to actually cook what she'd planned. Her storage wasn't that well filled as, say, Castle's kitchen surely was.
There he was again. Her mind went back to that supply chamber. She wouldn't be able to smell citrus cleaner without being aroused, she sighed inwardly.
At 7 p.m., her impatience to solve this damn case reached a new high, cutting down the fancy menu to a rather basic one, including only spaghetti and meatballs, both of which she was sure to have still in her cupboard. Somewhere.
At 7.30 p.m., she was in a frenzy to find a decent way to call it a night. They had new leads, but perhaps they could wait until tomorrow? Albeit this was not her usual style. Normally, she'd be like a terrier dog, not letting go until the case was cracked. But normally, no Richard Castle was waiting for her. At home. With a button down shirt and a smile on his face, blue eyes glinting as he'd slowly undress her with his eyes. The one man she wanted to do exactly these things to her - - - well, the one man she wanted to do, too. Her face flushed at the mere thought of his lips on hers. Shit. How could she tell the boys to quit for today without being giving away that something was amiss? They'd be asking questions for sure.
"Beckett?" Ryan had shared some insights, to which she'd paid not the slightest attention.
"Excuse me, what?" she asked, forcing herself back to the situation at present.
"I just said, could we perhaps call it a day? Jenny said she'd have a surprise for me, although it's her birthday, actually, and I'd hoped that maybe we could…" he let his last sentence trail into an inaudible mumble.
Kate could have kissed Ryan. This morning, she could have shot him for interrupting (again) her talk with Castle, but now, he offered her the perfect excuse for heading home (FINALLY), along with the rest of the team.
"Good idea, Ryan." she agreed, putting a tad of hesitance in her voice, to make it more believable.
"It is?" asked an obviously confused Espo. He had expected her to scowl at Ryan, telling him that Jenny knew whom she'd married, and that they'd have to work just a bit longer, for the sake of the victims. 'Perhaps that's Castle's influence' he mused. 'She's getting softer. It suits her. ' That this allowed him to call a certain M.E. to ask if she'd like to join him for a beer or two, just added to his satisfaction, and he let himself smile smugly.
"Yes, Espo, it is. We'll be much sharper tomorrow, it's already late. Go home to your wife, Ryan, she's already been patient enough, and on her birthday of all days." Kate glanced at her watch. Shit, 7.45. She'd be arriving late for her date with Castle.
Wait. Date? Part of her brain wasn't really paying attention so far, it seemed. She smiled. Oh yes. A Date, with a capital D, with Rick Castle. She tossed her file in a drawer of her desk, not caring if they were properly sorted, grabbing her jacket in the same, fluid motion.
"G'night, boys!" she called on her way out, trying not to run.
"Night!" the boys called back. They hadn't seen their boss leave the office in such a hurry, never. Neither when she was with Demming, nor when she was with Josh.
"Hot date?" Espo asked Ryan with an uncertain look. They both thought a moment.
"Nah." They finally said simultaneously.
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"Be with you in 10. Sry, 2many leads today. I'll hurry! K" she texted him to make sure he'd know that she was only late, lest he thought she might have changed her mind.
"Good to know. Circling your building another 10 then. R." was his reply. She smiled. He was early, waiting impatiently for her to come home. Typical for their relationship, she thought. He was waiting for her, already in some place she also wanted to be, while she was trying to keep up his speed, but was delayed due to unfinished business.
She stopped at a take out restaurant for some Chinese food (not her usual preference, but it was on her way, and what was usual about this day anyway), throwing the bag into her car, forcing her to drive within the speed limits. Will take even longer if you're stuck with traffic police, she reminded herself, calming herself down.
What would she do when she'd arrive home? How would she greet him? Would it be awkward? Should she kiss him? Her body hummed in anticipation, sending the clear message: Stop worrying and drag him into your apartment. He'll see to the rest. She couldn't help but smile at her own inner debate, and how much every single fiber of her body seemed to know exactly what to do when she arrived. If only her brain cells would follow suit. They did tend to come in the way.
Your brain will shut down as soon as his lips touch yours, if your reaction to him this morning is anything to go by. God, how long was the route home going to take today?
A/N: Dragged this one out a bit, I admit. Can't let a whole day flow by in a rush, now can I? Next chapter might be about Rick's thoughts. Or should I pursue Kate's a bit longer? Building up the tension is what the show's about, no? ;)
R&R please – you'll be helping me a lot!