Ack…so I was all eager and stuff to get the last chapter posted…and didn't really read over it when I was done…then I finally read it after it was posted and I dunno…it seemed like it just moved really fast :/ bllaaa…oh well…too late now.

Ohhh and guess what? It's National Chocolate Day! Haha…I figured I'd take advantage of that in the story…it kinda seems like a day Castle would enjoy, does it not? :)

Welll…I went to the beach yesterday and built a pretty wicked sandcastle. That lovely little piece of art is mine…the completely awesomely amazing TV show, however, I sadly do not own aannnyyy part of. :(

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"You've gotta be kidding me." Amanda said. Kate had just spent the last hour helping her wrap up the paperwork from their murder, and the two were now enjoying the cup of coffee in the break room. They had just watched as the other group of detectives had received the newest case. "That's soo not cool…they just finished one. And not even a pathetically simple one…like, a real one."

Kate knew the frustrating feeling of being case-less well…no work, and you were still expected to show up for a least a little while every day.

"Well…whatever" Amanda said, standing up and rinsing her empty coffee cup out. "We might as well head home…saying as there is nothing to do."

The two walked out of the station together, then said their goodbyes as Amanda went to her car and Kate began walk back to Castles place.

Around 10 minutes later, Beckett walked into the house, and heard a loud clanging of metal in the direction of the kitchen. She found Castle standing in a ridiculous 'Kiss the Cook' apron and covered in flower. The kitchen was cluttered with various cooking utensils and ingredients (a surprisingly large amount of them pertaining to chocolate).

"Castle…" She said slowly, "What are you doing?"

"Baking!" He exclaimed happily, looking up at her and grinning, "It's National Chocolate Day, which is definitely reason enough to celebrate…with lots of chocolate."

"I see…" She said, walking up to the counter and looking at all of the different mixtures in pots and pans sitting about.

"Here, grab an apron and help!" Castle said, throwing an apron at her.

"What do you want me to do?" She asked, putting the apron on and tying it in a bow on her back.

"Here, put some more of this in that mixing bowl by you…it doesn't look chocolaty enough." He said, grabbing a container of cocoa power and tossing it to her. The cover, however, was on tightly, and while flying through the air it hit a container of chocolate syrup and all of its cover flew off, sending all its powdery contents straight onto Beckett's face.

Castle heard her gasp and spun around quickly, cringing when he saw her cocoa covered head. She slowly lifter her arms to wipe the powder away from her eyes, before opening them and meeting his eyes, which were plastered open in shock.

"Oh my God… I'm sorry…that was a complete accident." He muttered, but she could hear in his voice how hard he was trying to hold back a smile.

She didn't answer, just took a few steps forward until she was directly in front of him. He hadn't seen her grab the chocolate syrup on her way over to him, and squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation for his punishment.

Instead of the pain or yelling he anticipated, he felt a cool gooey liquid slowly spreading over his head. He opened his eyes in shock, and saw her grinning face, emptying the contents of the syrup bottle over his head.

When it was empty, she dropped it on the floor next to them, wiping her hands off and turning around. She was about to get a towel to clean off her face, when she felt something hard crack on the back of her head. He ran her fingers through her hair and brought them back to see the sticky yellow and clear liquid of a raw egg, which now resided on the back of her head.

Her eyes flickered to the pan of still liquidy brownie batter awaiting its turn for the oven that was sitting next to her. All in one swift movement, she spun around, got a scoopful of the batter in her hands, and flung it at Castle. It hit him directly in the face.

They spent the next half hour emptying every container in the kitchen, dumping it on each other's heads, throwing it in their faces, and completely trashing their clothes and the once clean kitchen.

The ingredients were getting low, but Beckett was determined to win their food battle. She spotted a mixing bowl still full of egg yolks and other items behind Castle, and made a dash for it. However, instead of ducking under his arm and coming up on the opposite side like she was planning on doing, her foot hit a big pile of slippery batter laying on the floor, and she ended up falling flat on her back.

When she looked up, she saw a grinning Castle holding the bowl she had been aiming for, and slowly starting to tip it over her head. She flung her arm out so it hit him hard in the legs, and sent him down to the ground too. She grabbed the bowl full of batter from where it fell on the ground and proudly poured it over his head, before flopping tiredly down next to him.

After a few minutes of just laying there catching their breath, she felt a finger swipe her cheek. She turned her head and eyed Castle suspiciously. He was staring back at her, grinning, with one finger in his mouth.

"My, my, Detective, I do believe you taste much better than the brownies would have turned out." He said with a smirk. She rolled her eyes and looked away, but was overly thankful that all of the food on her face would cover up just how much his comment had caused her to blush.

She sat up and looked around the kitchen-if you could even call the room that now.

"So…who's going to be sentenced to the clean up?" She asked him.

"You know…I promised myself a while back that I wouldn't get lazy and hire a maid to do all my work…but I think that we have reason enough to make an exception here…"

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Aww…that was basically a really fun chapter to write :)

Hmm…this had made me really hungry for brownies :) I think I'll go get to that noww :)