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I've been blocked on Secrets and Regrets, so I thought I would work on this. It originally started out as an essay for English, so I decided to elaborate.

I forgot the disclaimer in the last chapter, so here it is: I own nothing but the shirt on my back, the guitar in my bedroom and this lovely piece of metal/plastic called a laptop.

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Pup Talk Chapter 2

They had finally closed the case on Friday night. Kate had called Brian, the guy with the dogs and they would be there by noon to get a puppy.

At the moment Kate was doing paperwork with Castle sitting in his chair playing Logos Quiz. Occasionally he would ask her for help, mostly with no luck. She learned that there are a lot of banks and airlines. Who expects you to know the logo for a bank in Sweden? She didn't know and he wouldn't use the hint. It got annoying; he would ask every two minutes if she knew the answer. She finally snapped. "Rick, I don't know every airline logo in the world! Just use your hints! They're there for a reason! If you don't stop pestering me, I'll send you home, clear?"

"Got it. I'll stop asking. When do you think you'll be done, we have to leave by nine to get there on time?" he asked her hesitantly.

"I'm almost done. I'm sorry I yelled at you. I just have to finish this form and then we can go home, okay?"

Home, she called it home. He thought. She had pretty much moved in by now, all her clothes and shoes, all forty-seven million pairs, had made it into his closet. Her books were on his shelves, shampoo in his shower, cosmetics in his medicine cabinet, and official side of the bed. They had been dating for six months now. Six very wonderful months. They had fought, they had made up. He was a fan of the making up. Every once in a while he would pick a stupid little fight just to make up, nothing huge. Things like her shoes and why she has so many pairs. He didn't do it very often for fear that she would figure it out someday. Little did he know she already knew. She thought it was cute though. "It's okay. I'm just excited is all."

"Me too," she told him. "Okay, all done. We can go now."

"Yes!" he did a fist pump in the air and helped her into her coat while she laughed silently at him.

"Come on lets go," she said grabbing his hand and walking to the elevator.

Once they got inside he pushed her against the wall and thoroughly kissed her. "Hi," he said against her lips.

She kissed once more then replied with a "Hey," and stepped out of the elevator once the doors opened dragging him with her by their linked hands.

Once they got to the loft he pulled out his keys to unlock the door, but stopped just before inserting the key in the door.

"What's up?" she asked wondering why he stopped.

"I have a question."

"And it can't wait until we get inside?" she asked him.

"No."

"Okay then, shoot," she told him while gesturing impatiently.

He took a deep breath and went for it. "Do you want to move in with me?"

Her mouth open and closed a couple times before a smile landed on her lips and answered confidently. "Yes, I'd love to."

"Really?" he asked disbelievingly.

"Yes, really. I love you," she told him while leaning in for a kiss.

They were interrupted by the door swinging open to reveal a very dressed up Martha. "Mother, I thought you were staying in tonight?"

"Well, I was, but I received a last minute invitation to a party tonight from a very nice gentleman I met earlier this afternoon. It looks to me like you two could use some alone time tonight anyway," she said with a wink. "Why are you two making out in front of the door anyway?"

While Rick stood there like a speechless, stuttering idiot Kate supplied her with an answer. "He asked me to move in."

"Oh! Congratulations. I take it you said yes?" she asked with a gentle smile.

"Yes, Martha."

"Good for you. Look at the time. I must be going, have a good time you two," she said with a flourish as she walked down the hall to the elevator.

"You too Mother. Behave please?" he called, but by that time the elevator doors had already closed. "Well, it looks like it's just you and me tonight. What do you want to do?"

"Oh, I think you know what I want to do," she told him with a flirty grin watching him squirm. "I really, really, want to curl up with a good book and read until I can't keep my eyes open," she told him as she sauntered off toward to what was now their bedroom, leaving him there standing with his mouth on the floor.

He eventually caught his breath and walked off to their room muttering something about a dirty little tease under his breath. Once he reached the bedroom he noticed her on the bed already asleep with the latest Patterson book open in her chest. He laughed at a past argument that they had about her reading different authors in bed. In the end she won after he realized he was being ridiculous about the whole thing. He crawled into bed next to her after losing his shirt and jeans and passed out.