By the time they were in the elevator she had asked four times what they were doing. Every time they were met by silence and a smirk. Two could play at that game. They stood in the elevator in silence. Neither one flinching. Castle didn't talk because he was afraid he would give the surprise away. Kate didn't talk because she was stubborn as hell. They got down stairs and into the car service he had called.

Kate was excited. There wasn't another word for it. They went to a small restaurant she had never heard of. "It's known for privacy," Castle said, when he saw the worry in her face. "No one will ever see us here."

"Good, I want it to be just the two of us."

The waiter came by and took their orders, Castle of course ordered the most expensive bottle of champagne they had.

The flirted over the food and did all the cliché things couple did on dates. She fed him bites of her food while he laughed. This was the first time he had ever seen Kate Beckett like this. He never would have expected her to be the footsy playing type, let alone the type to feed him food. He looked at her in awe, and this of course, being the expert detective she is, did not go unseen by Kate.

"What is it?" She asked, her voice dripping with flirtation.

"I just- I never thought I would get to see you in this type of a setting."

"Oh-" She didn't really know what to make of this. What exactly was he getting at? She didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing or just one of those weird Castle things where he makes her self-conscience and then feels really bad about it after he realizes what he's done.

"Oh, I just meant," she could tell by his stuttering that it was the weird Castle thing he does, the thing that she's grown to love after the situation is resolved. "I just meant that, I didn't think that-"

"You know for a writer, you have an awfully hard time finding words sometimes."

"Only when I'm talking to you." That made her blush. He could be an obnoxious, immature, nine-year-old-on-a-sugar-high sometimes, but he was pretty damn sweet most of the time.

The waiter came by with check shortly after.

"What do you say we get out of here?"

"Do you have something else planned?"

"Well I was thinking we could go take a walk since it's a nice night out, maybe grab some ice cream."

"Sounds perfect."

He paid the check and they left the restaurant.

When they were out the door he put his arm around her waist and held her close. After a second of hesitation she laid her head on his shoulder. This was nice, familiar. They both loved the little moments like this. When they were simply together. Nothing was more important than these small moments.

When they reached the corner of the street, she took her head off his shoulder and stepped out of his embrace. He had a quick look of pain on his face, not wanting their moment of intimacy to end, but eventually got over it when she took his hand and started dragging him down the street. That's when he realized he had no idea where they were.

"Kate, where are we going?"

Now it was her turn to withhold information.

TBC