A/N: I JUST looked up you tube about meeting the parents, thanks to Bella Girl and I discovered that Ash's parents are serious and stitched up, which someone already pointed out in a review, thank you, so maybe I have got the hang of this… *rubs chin* now I might consider publishing a book of my own, YES, and I shall call it THE INVISIBLE STRING: the secrets that bind… oh, wait, I've already done that! Hehehe.
I have the BEST FF readers in the world! *does a happy dance* and as a gesture of thanks I give you MORE fun and more pranks! =)
Beckett grinned to herself as she bent down to take the shoe in her hand. Castle was going to get it, there was no doubt about that, and she was going to win the next round for sure. She made it quick, and moved away from the entrance of the tent, going to fix herself her morning cup of coffee.
Ashley's mother was up already. It seemed she was always up earlier than Beckett.
"What did you just do?" she asked suspiciously.
Beckett held her head high, trying not to let the woman intimidate her, or make her feel immature. It was a bit of fun. It was light. No one was getting hurt. "Just a little payback," she shrugged.
The woman looked back at her disapprovingly. "Do you really think it's wise to encourage him? He's like a child in the playground."
"I think he's a lot of fun, actually," she responded, surprising herself that she had defended him so quickly. "It wouldn't hurt you to take a leaf from his book either. Relax… laugh a little… it really does make you better to be around," she said confidently. Beckett was getting used to Castle and his "play time" but she knew, as he told her the previous day, that when it mattered he stepped up to the plate and acted like a man.
Castle cleared his throat then, standing in the entrance of the tent, indicating that he had heard the conversation. Beckett blushed and looked into her coffee cup.
Ashley's mother rose from her chair and stormed off.
Castle scoffed and shook his head, "her loss," he said slipping his bare feet into his shoes before attempting to take a step. But his action was short-lived as he lost his balance, and fell flat on his chest, his face landing in a bowl of unfinished meshed porridge that Beckett had purposely left there for him to find.
He groaned as he picked himself up off the ground. He looked down at the shoes, and back at Beckett, who was wearing her famous Detective smile.
She held back the urge to laugh.
"Don't say anything," he warned.
Beckett shrugged unable to hold back a smile.
Castle wiped the drippings from his chin and tried again, more cautious this time, so that when the shoe stubbornly remained in place, held by the glue that Beckett had used to tie it down with he realized it hadn't been his balance that was the problem.
"Goodmorning, Castle," she grinned bearing her teeth.
He managed a smile. "Nice one," he nodded looking impressed. "Very creative. But this isn't over," he promised as he headed up to the toilet block.
He returned with his face washed, and a sparkle in his eyes. He had a plan.
"Don't you think we should just stop here," she suggested looking slightly nervous.
Castle shook his head. "Not a chance…"
There was a short silence.
"Thanks, Beckett," he nodded looking over at her.
"For what?" she frowned. Surely he wouldn't be thanking her for causing him to fall into a bowl of mesh.
"I heard what you said to Ash's mom… thanks. I appreciate it."
Beckett shrugged feeling her cheeks flush. "Yeah, well, whatever."
Castle smiled to himself. One day, she might be able to take a compliment without her face turning beetroot.
I'm trying really hard to add both C&B moments as well as lightness and then try to keep it real in there as well, that's a LOT to keep in mind when writing a silly FF. But your support helps a great deal. THANKS GUYS! =)
Anyone wanna guess what Castle has in store for Beckett?