Stolen

Castle started to get bored. He and Beckett had to do a stakeout for the night so they could keep an eye on a certain string of houses that were potentially threatened of being the next victims of burglary. First Castle tuning in the channels of the radio one at a time, checking for good tunes and other things he was interested in. Beckett eventually made him turn it off because it was started to annoy her how many times he changed the channel.

Then Castle grabbed his phone and started to play games with the volume up loud. Beckett eventually made him turn his phone off as well or else she may accentually throw it outside the car. Just as the silent filled the car Beckett heard tapping against the dashboard to see Castle drumming away. He finally realized she was staring and stopped.

"I have question," Castle said.

"Yes, Castle," Beckett answered, not taking her eyes off the building.

"What in the hell do you guys do on stakeout?"

"We observe, that's what we do," Beckett replied.

"There has to be something to do," Castle complained. Beckett rolled her eyes to herself and turned to Castle.

"You know what, Castle I have an idea," Beckett said. Castle eyes lit up in excitement.

"Does it involve your handcuffs?" he teased.

"How about you give me a story of who this burglar is," she suggested to him, ignoring his comment.

"Not bad, Beckett," he replied, grinning and leaning back in the seat. "Well, this certain person has a love of stealing jewellery, underwear and not to mention a couple of wine bottles in every place he hits, which still sort of makes me think he is or was an alcoholic and can't help but to take someone else's alcohol. Also I think it really weird that he also leaves money behind which makes me wonder if this is a very stupid teenager that is honest and wants to leave money behind or is a psycho trying to screw with our heads. Anyway I can imagine this certain creep knows his victims because he knew where to find the spare keys, but of course anyone would look under the door mat first it's pretty obvious really?" he glanced at Beckett. She was giving him one of her looks again, the look that said 'get on with it.'

"Anyway," he continued. "I bet he was one of those people who no one noticed. He was always in the background, never seen and never heard. He liked it because so he could steal things like lunch money, notes and even phones to figure out who those people were. So he starts to like that he has some sort of power of the people he takes from. As he starts getting older he starts breaking into car and graduates to houses and then starts to kill people if they get in his way and that's where we came in," he finishes glancing at Beckett. He can't read her expression at first but then he can see a smile faintly on her face.

"Oh, if only it was that simple, Castle," she finally answered.

"Yeah, I know I should write it down," Castle nodded, and grabbed his notebook out of his jacket. "What do reckon the fourth book should be called 'Stealing Heat'"

Beckett shook her head. "It sounds like I'm the one that's stealing," she told him.

"I know, you stole Rook's heart," Castle teased her.

"I thought I already did it in the first book," Beckett asked.

"Yeah, you did," Castle replied, "Maybe you have made his life better as well."

Beckett turned to face him and started to say something but got interrupted by her phone.

"Beckett."