X marks a treasure
"Castle!" Beckett whines, looking at her boyfriend digging something from the sand. "What on earth are you doing?"
She rises up from her temporary resting place on the top of this large rock lying on his beach in Hamptons and brushes off the sand from her white blowy satin dress. Castle pretends he doesn't hear her and continues his digging.
"Castle!" she yells again, this time stronger, so that he would definitely hear her.
"Yes, yes…" she hears mumbling from the general direction of him and he doesn't provide more information for her.
She shakes her head and steps closer to the hole he has made.
"What are you doing?" she asks again, crouching down next to him, observing his action with a little smirk.
"I'm digging," he provides a short answer.
Beckett nods. "That I can see. Why?"
"There was a big X marking this spot. There has to be a treasure under it…" he growls and digs faster.
Beckett lets throws her head back and lets loose a soft laughter. Shaking her head, she looks back at her man. He's all dirty now, covered with sand and dirt, so focused on digging.
"I am pretty sure there is no treasure in here," she tries to reason with him.
"Beckett," he pauses his hands, looking at her. "If you don't believe in the possibility of a treasure, you will never find it."
This familiar sentence makes her laugh again. That man. Always finds the right words for her, making her laugh and feel at ease.
"Well, carry on then, I'm gonna walk back to the house."
"Okay," she gets her answer and she departs from him, taking time before she actually reaches the house. The weather is just too beautiful to spend inside.
Castle finally emerges an hour later with a small dirty bag in his hand.
"I told you!" he cheers victoriously and shaking the bag in his hand, strewing dirt and sand everywhere.
Becket frowns looking at the mess he is creating, but still asks. "What is it?"
Castle only smiles a huge smile and lets the contents of the bag fall on the counter.
The bag is filled with tiny colorful marbles.
"Somebody lost his marbles," he comments, making Beckett laugh out loud.
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