Even though she took a lot of time preparing for this, she was not prepared for what she saw next.
She expected to see Castle in a tux, or something, probably sashaying around the room. But what she saw was totally unexpected.
Rick (She meant Castle, of course. She would never call him Rick.), was lying on his back in the middle of the living room. He was snoring REALLY loud. Kate couldn't help it; she burst out laughing.
" How long was I in the bathroom?" Kate thought aloud. It's not like he could hear her. She glanced at the bookshelf clock, and her eyes widened at the time. Castle came at 7:40, 7:45ish; it's now 9:30. " That's impossible! I was only in there for half an hour, tops!" Kate thought, silently this time. She glanced down at the sleeping man in front of her. " Must be pooped from decorating this place. Scary how he's able to throw all those parties." Kate wondered.
Then all of the sudden, a strange, silly, childish thought occurred to her. He was always torturing her, and she rarely got the chance to torture him back. Now was her chance. She tiptoed to the kitchen, and grabbed over overly organized marker case. She pulled out five thin color sharpies (red, blue, green, yellow, and purple), and tiptoed back over to Castle.
She squatted down next to him, and took the cap off her red sharpie. " What if he wakes up?" she thought. "Oh well, that's half the fun." And in that moment, she wasn't Detective Beckett, the hard-nosed cop who didn't have time for games; she was Kate, the girl who was able to feel free, and go to parties (not undercover), and simply have fun.
"Hmm… Devil Goatee, of Hook Mustache?" she pondered aloud. Which one would suit Castle the worst? She drew wiggly eyebrows, and did hearts, smiley faces, goatees, anything she could think of.
Surprisingly, he never woke. After a while she glanced at the clock: 11:35. "Dang, time does fly!" she exclaimed. She tried drawing another line, but her eyelids drooped. "Should I leave him here? Should I move him to the couch?" She decided to leave him, but covered him with a blanket and tucked him with a pillow. She changed into her sweats, and fell asleep as soon as she hit her bedroom pillow.
Rick woke, staring up at a boring, pale colored ceiling. " Where am I?" he wondered. "My face is itchy." He remembered that he was in Beckett's apartment, and looked around for her. He remembered he came to make up a dance, or something (it was hard to think from being so tired. Plus his face kept bothering him.). He crept around, and saw that only one lamp was on, and only one door was shut. He carefully turned the door's knob, and revealed a sleeping Beckett. He smiled to himself; she looked so peaceful. He closed the door, grabbed his jacket from the couch, and walked out of the apartment. He locked the door with the key he found under the mat (seriously, who does that anymore?), and headed home.
Well, thanks for reading! Next chapter will be Castle's POV, and don't worry, there will be tons of Alexis and Martha!