A/N: So, good news. Well, aside from this new chapter of course. My plaster cast is gone, and although I now have some kind of bandage around my wrist and it still hurts, I now can type with at least more than five fingers. So that's a lot better :)
Oh and there are slight spoilers for 2x13 in here, but not a lot. Also one line refers to episode 2x5 but it isn't really a spoiler. Anyway, I'm gonna stop rambling now and let you read. I hope you'll review again (or for the first time), because I really like it when you do.
The ChaseBeckett's eyes grew wide when she saw Castle picking up her notebook. Her wedding notebook. She immediately slammed the door she was holding closed and basically sprinted towards Castle.
"Give that to me." She said, panting slightly when she stood in front of him.
Castle was holding the notebook in his hands, not having opened it yet. His eyes moved from the object in his hands to Beckett and back again. Beckett had a 'if-you-don't-do-what-I-say-I'll-kill-you' kind of look in her eyes. He knew that look, but still… That she had that look in her eyes meant that the notebook he was holding must be, interesting to say at least.
"Beckett…" He said, in a teasing tone, "I never pegged you for a diary kind of girl."
"It isn't a diary." She muttered in a harsh voice, her still glued to the notebook in his hands.
"Not a diary huh? What could it be then?" Castle said, partly talking to himself.
"CASTLE! Give. It. To. Me." She said, slowly, emphasizing every word.
He grinned at her determination to get the notebook back. He knew that it was probably not a good idea and she'd probably kill him for it but he was too curious not read it. So he took a step away from her before opening it. And what he saw was so much better than he's expected. A picture of a wedding gown, torn right out of a magazine.
Unfortunately for him he had not much time to look at it, because the moment she saw him set eyes on that picture she lunged forward to grab the notebook away from him. Only Castle's reflexes were pretty quick and he jumped away from her just in time. That was enough for Beckett to start the chase, and they both started running frantically through the small New York living room.
Meanwhile Castle was trying to read the notebook, which was very hard while running and avoiding to walk into some furniture. Still he managed to get the big picture about the contents of the notebook. He flipped another page and saw a picture. A wedding picture of Beckett's parents. Suddenly he realized what the notebook must mean to hear and he stood still.
Beckett, who didn't expect that Castle was going to stop, bumped into him. Hard. So hard that they both fell on the floor, Beckett on top of Castle. Castle normally would've made some kind of innuendo, but he knew that after the thing with the notebook, he was on thin ice. So he only said, "So detective, finally falling for me?"
Beckett, who just realized in what position they were in, quickly got up and straightened her clothes, trying to hide the faint blush that she felt on her cheeks. "No way Castle."
Castle got up too and looked almost− guilty. Like a kid that had done something, he knew that he shouldn't have. Castle slowly raised his hand, the one with her notebook in it, and gave it back to her. He looked at her with soft eyes and she looked down to see the picture of her parents. "Sorry" He whispered softly, and she felt his breath tickling her hair.
She looked up to see that the look in his eyes was sincere. God, she hated that. Always when there was something about her mother or something else that was serious he had that look. That look that made her want to do things. Things like hug him or kiss him or… well, let's not even go there. The look that showed her that he cared.
"Your mother gave it to you, didn't she." He asked, although he made it sound more like he was stating a fact.
She nodded and sighed. She had the feeling that she should be angrier with him. Like she should've kicked him out already. But somehow she didn't feel angry at all. He didn't make it a joke, he hadn't even said a thing about the picture of the wedding gown. It were moments like these, moments when he didn't acted like a twelve year-old or a wise-ass, when he was just… a good guy, that she wondered if he was really like the guy the tabloids made him out to be, a playboy. It even, although she'd never admit it, make her think about if it would really be so bad to be with him.
Castle didn't know what to do, since she still hadn't said anything. He was starting to think he had really screwed up until she spoke, "My mother gave it to me when I was eight years old. It was the day of my parents' 10th wedding anniversary. I was mesmerized by how beautiful and great a wedding seemed. You know, the dress, the flowers and of course, the wedding cake. So I said to mother that I wanted to get married too. I was already ready to start planning my wedding, until my mother stopped me. She told me some things, and after that she gave me that notebook to write my ideas in. After the case with the bridesmaid, I remembered my notebook and looked it up again."
Beckett had put down the notebook and was now nervously fumbling with her hands and kept her eyes focused on them. She had never told anyone that before, aside from Lanie. Her dad didn't even know about it. But now Castle did. Every time she told him something about herself, gave a little piece of herself to him, he had listened and she had started trusting him. Although she would never admit it, she felt safe with him. With the Coonan case, when she was having a breakdown he had placed his hand on her shoulder. He had let her know that he was there for her, and she had felt safer.
"Thank you." He said when she finally dared to look up.
"For what?" She asked.
"For telling me that." He said, as smile spread on his face. It wasn't a smug smile or a grin, it was just a sincere warm smile.
They stared at each other for a few seconds, just like they had when Castle had almost left her, to write about 'a certain British secret agent'. They were both trying to see what the other would do, but they didn't dare to move before the other did. Finally she couldn't take it anymore and she closed the distance between them.
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A/N: Yeah I know, evil moment to stop writing. I'm sorry, it just seemed fitted as the ending of this chapter. I hope you'll forgive me… As for the next chapter, ideas anyone?
