The morning sun was radiating through the window as Kate was sitting the kitchen, reading the newspaper and sipping her first cup of the day. Her husband had let her slept in, or what it meant for her to sleep in at least. He had gotten out of bed without making a sound, and prepared breakfast, leaving the sweet aroma of her favorite beverage pull her out from their bed.

She was unfocused, lost in her thoughts; she had read the article on the second page four times and still had absolutely no idea what it was about. She decided to put it down, and let the feeling of a great day to come submerse her.

Almost a year into their marriage and Castle still managed to make her feel like the most important woman in the world. Could life really get better than that?

I really am the luckiest woman alive. What have I done to deserve this, all of this? What have I done to deserve him?

Quickly, her thoughts shifted.

Something's going to happen… No one is that happy, live isn't supposed to be like this, so easy, peaceful. It's just…

Saving her from herself, the sound she knew too well resonated from their bedroom. She rushed to the phone, knowing perfectly who was on the other end of that call. When her cellphone rang before 8am, on a Sunday nonetheless, there probably was a dead body, or someone looking to be one.

"Beckett. Yes. Uh-Hum. Ok. We'll be right there."

She knocked on the bathroom door; she could hear the water running.

"Castle?" she inquired, peaking through the door.

"Yeah, come in. I'm in the shower."

As she stepped in the steamy bathroom, lust overpowered her. She loved that shower, she loved everything about it, but what she loved even more, was the man standing inside it. She could see the curves of his bare back, the outline his naked butt.

God, my husband is hot.

Clasping her thighs and commanding all the self-control she possessed, she turned her head around and let him know, "We have to go. There's been a murder. You're going to have to hurry up in there."

"Yeah, well. We could both save some time if you jumped in here with me. We could clean each other off."

Richard Castle didn't have to turn around to know his wife had rolled her eyes at his comment, but it didn't make his words any less effective. Her clothes were dropped and not much time was saved that morning.

Kate quickly parked the Charger and the couple hastened there pace as they slammed both doors shut. They were hoping not be the last one's at the scene.

"I can't believe you agreed to morning shower sex," Castle whispered to his wife.

Beckett still gliding over the sidewalk slowed down, turned to him and said "I had to wash up before work, and you just happened to be there. You really shouldn't think anything of it, Castle." Her lips curled, betraying her tone and a smile formed as she let her shoulder gently bump into his.

"Another alley? These murderous New Yorkers really need to change it up here, making us work in this unsanitary environment, really unethical," Castle blurred out as they approached their destination. Kate lightly shook her head, at the comment of her obviously high maintenance husband as the patrolling officer lifted the yellow tape, letting the duo through to the crime scene.

Beckett crouched beside Lanie, "So what do we have?"

Lanie turning to her friend, "Well, you two certainly took your time coming here."

"Yeah, well, you know… traffic," she answered as she winked back, so only her friend could see. High-fiving the novelist on their way, Esposito and Ryan posted themselves beside the body. As Beckett's stern stare met Castle's, he slowly moved his hand, still in the air, to his hip.

Jezz. She's so hard to follow sometimes.

Lanie, diffusing the tension that had gathered in the air, started, "The victim was bludgeoned to death. He suffered massive internal bleeding, but the final blow came to the neck. From what I gather he was severely injured when he fell to his knees. Then, his attacker finished him off with one powerful swing and broke his neck."

"Any idea what could have caused these bruising patterns?"

"I'm still working on it, but looks like a night stick. I'll know more once I get him to the lab."

"Time of death?"

"Anywhere from 8 'til midnight."

Thanking Lanie, and pushing herself up to face the boys, Kate closed her eyes for a couple of seconds, trying to get her balance back.

Esposito was the one to point out the unnaturally long pause she seemed to be taking. "Hey, are you okay Beckett?"

"Yeah, give me a couple of seconds. I got up too fast, the sun's just…hot. Just let me get my bearings back."

The boys had time to exchange a concerned look before Beckett opened her eyes and asked, "So, who's our vic?"

Ryan took the lead, "We don't know much yet. He didn't have his wallet on him. We're waiting to hear back from Missing Persons."

Hey guys! I have a couple more Chapters written up, but as this is my first time fanfictionning, I would really like to get comments before posting them. Chapters too short? Sentences or dialogue hard to follow? A lot of grammatical errors? Story sucks? (Although give me a chance this is only the first Chapter)