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Late Night Visit

Kate Beckett was sitting, for the second time that evening, with her legs curled up on the couch. She was reading one of her most favorite Derrick Storm books and was almost at, according to her, the best part of the whole book when she heard a knock on the door. She furrowed her brow and wanted to get up but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the page she was reading. She wasn't expecting anybody so maybe, she thought, the person at the door would just go away.

After a few seconds someone knocked on the door, again. This time louder and, to Kate's utter annoyance, with some kind of rhythm making it sound like some kind of doorbell. Finally she put away the book and walked to the door.

Before opening the door she looked through the peep hole. She saw nobody. With a soft growl annoyance she opened the door. When the door was fully open Castle jumped into her sight while saying loudly, "Surprise!"

"Castle, what are you doing here?" She heard herself say, still slightly agitated.

"It's nice to see you too, Beckett." He said and added with a smile, "And I would love to come in, thank you."

"I didn't−" She started but before she could finish he brushed past her, entering her apartment. She had wanted to stop him but when she felt his body brush against hers lightly and the faint smell of cologne reached her nose she wasn't able to move anymore. Luckily once he had moved past her she was able to get herself together again and she turned around to find Castle standing in the middle of her apartment, his eyes scanning the room.

Castle was surprised she hadn't even tried to kick him out yet. It was the first time he was in her apartment. It wasn't really how he'd imagined it to be. It was more… homey then he'd expected. The living room had nice warm colors, earth tints on the walls, plus red curtains and some nice decorations for extra color. The couch looked like one of those couches that were so comfortable they were almost impossible to get out of. She had a pretty good television, not as good as his of course, but still pretty decent. Suddenly he spotted her DVD-collection next to her TV.

Beckett watched as Castle suddenly moved and saw him walking towards her DVD's. She followed him, to see what he was doing. When she stood next to him, she saw his eyes scanning the titles of the DVD's. Suddenly his eyes stopped at one particular one and a wide grin broke out on his face. She watched in horror as he took the DVD out of the rack, a look of triumph on his face.

"I knew it!" He said, as he held up the DVD.

Her eyes were wide, and focused on the DVD in his hand. "I−" She was trying to think of something to defend herself, but came up with nothing. She felt almost as bad as she'd felt when he had caught her reading Heat Wave in the bathroom once.

"Showgirls, special edition." He said, a smirk still plastered on his face. When she tried to grab it from him he held it up high, just out of her reach.

"Castle…" She said in a low, warning tone.

"Yes?" He asked innocently.

She gave him an angry glare. She should've known she couldn't get away with that one little slip during that case. It was the case of the murdered model, Jenna.

"Jealousy is a classic motive, you've seen the films" She remembered him saying. After he named some movies he'd said, "And of course the underrated classic Showgirls"

Immediately she had replied, "Nobody murdered anyone in Showgirls"

She had said it without thinking, she had seen the movie so many times, she didn't even have to think about it. Of course after having let that slip he had looked at her with that smug smile of his. She had quickly added, "I hear" to sort of cover it up. He had never brought it up again so she thought he'd just forgotten it. But apparently she was wrong. Very wrong.

With one quick, unexpected move she grabbed the DVD out of his hands and put it back in the DVD rack. He was still looking at her with his stupid triumphant, smug grin.

"Castle, why are you here?" She asked.

"Why not?" He replied.

"Maybe, you could've interrupted me with something. Or someone." She said. He was really arrogant. Thinking that she would just be home alone on a Saturday night. Which, of course, she was but he couldn't know that!

"I called you." He stated simply.

"You didn't say you were coming over. And you also didn't know if I wasn't with somebody." She said, starting to get really pissed.

"I know. But you picked up the phone, and you didn't hang up immediately. Which means, either you were alone, or the person you were with was very boring." He countered.

"You still didn't answer my question." She said and folded her arms.

"Which one?" He asked.

"Why are you here?" She repeated the question she'd asked earlier.

"I've never seen your apartment before." He replied.

"So? You just decide to come over at…" She pause to look at her watch, "Almost midnight?!"

"Em… Yeah I guess I did" He said, sounding not quite as sure of himself as before. He didn't really think about it before. He just really wanted to see her apartment and, maybe, her too. He hadn't given it much thought, he had just left his office and went to her apartment.

"Castle, just go." She said.

"What? Can't I get a tour. You know, since I'm here anyway. I would love to see your bedroom." He said as he wriggled his eyebrows.

"No you can't" She said, walked to her door and opened it, as a sign for him to leave.

"Fine!" He said as he raised his hands in defeat. He was about to make his was to the door when he spotted it. Two 'it's' actually. One of them was his book, lying open on the couch, and the other was a notebook. A notebook that looked a lot like some kind of diary. He grinned as he made his way to the couch. This was going to be good.