Spoilers: Eventually up to the end of Season 5.
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*AM is a genius. These are Marlowe's characters and ideas.
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Beckett Suspended
As Castle and Beckett started their intimate relationship they found their own rhythm as a couple. They spent some time each day working on piecing together the Bracken file. Castle called it "Puzzle time" and kept Kate's spirits up when she was down about how long it was taking to find anything that made any sense or that was concrete enough to prove Bracken's guilt.
They both knew that in order to keep themselves and their loved ones safe, it was crucial to have the file. Kate had bluffed her way through her conversation with Bracken, and although they had the bank account number, the file would not make sense to anyone who wasn't directly involved in the investigation.
Castle worried about Alexis and his mother, and was overjoyed when they decided to travel Europe for the summer (far away from Bracken's reach). Knowing who was Johanna Beckett's killer had not been a relief at all; in fact the amount of influence and power the Senator had scared Castle more than not knowing whom the monster was.
Ryan checked up on Beckett quite often, mostly out of guilt for getting her suspended, and Castle used "Puzzle time" as his excuse to be with her every time he phoned or showed up, they used the same technique when Javi showed up to help. It was a convenient excuse to be together all the time, even though Kate always worried that the lack of progress would probably eventually give them away.
Beckett and Castle spent all of their time together. When they were at the loft, Castle would write while Beckett looked over his shoulder secretly trying to spot spoilers for the newest Nikki Heat book or she would curl up on his couch with a novel. He loved how natural it felt to always be together. She looked at home at his place. It scared him how right it all felt. Was it too good to be true?
Beckett felt the same way when they were at her apartment. Castle would type away on her couch as she ordered take out and they would cuddle up as they ate dinner. He looked at home at her place. It scared her how right it all felt. She wondered when it would all fall apart.