A/N: I'm Widget wanted to see 'working late' (chapter 5) played out so here it is. Castle picking up Beckett from the precinct. I'm working on the Christmas present as we speak (read, write, you know what I mean ;) ) so expect that up within the next six hours. And if you're asleep right now, you're just going to have two updates of this to read ;)
I'm still looking for prompts so if you have some, doesn't matter how weird, let me know :)
Caskett, sequel to 'working late'.
Castle braked just in front of the precinct. He'd gotten there in a time that definitely deserved to go in the records, but had it been fast enough?
He jumped out of the car before it was at a complete stand-still and hurried to the building. Guess who just wanted to walk out the door. No, really.
'Hi, Detective Beckett, going somewhere?' Castle asked casually while blocking Beckett's path. She rolled her eyes and he saw that she wasn't happy with herself. He also saw how she was looking around for a way to escape. And that, he couldn't allow.
'Actually, I was just going home.' Now she tried to distract him with talking. Wouldn't work.
'Now? Why, Kate, someone might just think that you're going home because I threatened to pick you up at work.'
Bullseye. Like he hadn't known. She blushed the tiniest bit.
'That someone can think whatever they like, Rick. Why don't you move it so I can go home?'
He pretended to think about that. He knew that he had to have a good plan to persuade (or force) Beckett to come home with him, but he would work with what he had. He always did, after all.
'Okay, sure. I'll walk you to your car.'
Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her along with him. She struggled only a little bit. She also didn't seem to mind it when he took her to his car, unlocked the door and told her to get in. As soon as he was in the car as well, he drove off.
'Castle, I think this is something cops like to call 'kidnapping'.'
'No, I don't think so.'
'But I'm the cop here. I know better.' She leaned back and looked straight ahead.
'Kidnapping implies that the one being kidnapped doesn't want it. And you hardly don't want it.'
The look in her eyes was furious when she turned to face him.
'And why do you think I want this?'
'Simple.' He chuckled, which earned him another death glare from Beckett. 'You didn't struggle. Not one bit. And you're here – with guns, handcuffs, all that stuff – and you're not even trying to escape.'
He saw her sag in the chair. He had been dead-on, as always.
'So don't pretend you didn't want me to come here and drag you to my house. I know you did.'
'Whatever, Castle.'
Now he was getting frustrated. Someday, she had to stop denying it, right? She couldn't keep doing it forever. Not if it was up to him, at least.
