I get where I can't think straight and my mind refuses to cooperate. Tonight, while trying to work on Blind Date, was one of those nights. I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I know there is a bit of OOC-ness, but it couldn't be helped. Reviews are welcomed x3 Oh, right. I do not own Castle or the characters :(


"Beckett, stop that." Castle swatted the woman's arm that was currently poking his side, causing him to flinch every few seconds. His eyes caught hers as they widened, her lip poking out.

"You just hit me," she whined after pulling her arm quickly to her side.

Immediately he felt bad but staring at the paper work that the nurse had just given to him for the past hour had given him a bit of a headache. Sighing, he gave her a weak smile and reached out to touch her only to have her pull away from him.

"I was trying to make sure I read the paper right. It says you have to take the antibiotics twice a day and the pain medicine once every six hours or according to your pain." He scrunched his nose up, knowing that by now that information was branded into his mind.

"You're so boring!" She threw her free hand up before allowing herself to fall back on the hospital pillow, staring at the ceiling.

He shook his head, standing up to adjust the pillow that her injured arm was sitting on. "Sure, I'm boring now that you're all drugged up."

"Can we leave yet? I'm so bored." She took to humming quietly to herself now.

"We're waiting for your discharge pape-"

At that moment a nurse walked through the door, throwing the two a smile before focusing her attention on Castle - already knowing Beckett was out of it.

"Mr. Castle, if you could just sign the bottom of this form then Ms. Beckett and you could leave."

Inside his head he shrieked with joy as he quickly signed the paper, standing up as the nurse left the room. He turned his attention to Beckett who was already fighting to get out of the covers that she had managed to tangle herself in. Shaking his head, he moved over to her and pulled the covers off of her.

"I'm withholding pain medication unless you start crying." He watched as she swatted at him, simply stepping out of her line of fire.

"I'll shoot your foot," she said smugly as she threw herself out of bed.

He jumped forward catching her, avoiding her hurt arm, his heart now somewhere in his throat. Swallowing hard, he gave her a look. "Really, Beckett? You may think I have this great heart that's in good condition, but no. It's not all that great and you're going to be the reason of my death."

She giggled as she leaned into him, her eyes fighting to stay open. He took this opportunity to grab the bottle of pills from her side table, slipping them into his pocket.

"Admit it, you like me drugged up."

He rolled his eyes, pulling her tighter against him as they exited the room. "I think I like regular Beckett better."

"Stop calling me that," she grumbled at him.

"Beckett?"

She nodded, a sigh on her lips as she concentrated on her feet.

"That's my last name for a reason."

He gave her a questioning look but let it drop for now, seeing as they had arrived at his car. He pushed the button to unlock it, opening the door for her. Carefully putting her inside, he buckled her up and closed the door behind her. Going around to the driver side, he slid in quickly and glanced at her.

"Beck- I mean, Kate. Do you want to go home or..?"

She scrunched her face up at him, rubbing her shoulder gently. "It hurts."

"Home it is," he nodded as he put the car in reverse.

Her good hand fell over the divider between them, grasping at his arm. His eyes went to hers immediately, his eyebrow shooting up. He knew that she had pain killers coursing through her veins, clouding her mind and loosening up her tongue. He didn't want her saying anything that she would later regret, he didn't want their relationship to start out like this.

"You'll stay?" Her words were soft as her eyelids fluttered shut.

"Sure," he told her as he pulled out into traffic.

She nodded and allowed her hand to fall to his leg, her head rolling to the side as her eyes finally closed completely. Pain was starting to run through her body again, making it impossible for her to fall asleep.

He could feel her fidgeting in her seat and judging the time that had lapsed since the hospital had given medicine to her he figured that it was wearing off.

"Just hang on a few minutes," he quietly said as he sped up and around a car.

"You're going to get a ticket," she mumbled from beside him.

"With a detective in the car? I don't think so." He rolled his eyes at her as he neared towards her apartment building.

"I'd lie, say you kidnapped me."

He turned in time to see the smirk on her lips, his eyes narrowing as he looked at her. He wanted to poke her as she had been doing to him for the past few hours but decided not to as she gripped tightly on his leg. Reaching down, he took her hand in his and squeezed it gently.

"Come on, we're here." He brushed his thumb over her skin before letting it go and parking the car, getting out as soon as he parked. He hurried around to her side of the car and opened the door, helping her out. Not minding in the slightest as she put most of her weight against him, he led her to through the doors and straight to the elevator.

"No funny business, Castle," she said into his side.

He smirked, nodding as he pushed the button for her floor. "Scout's honor."

"You were never a-" She broke off as she flung her arms about, hitting her hand against the wall. Tears sprang to her eyes as the elevator jerked to a stop. "Son of a," she muttered as Castle led them out of the compartment.

"I'll start withholding pain medication tomorrow," he told her lightly as they made their way down the hall to her apartment. He felt her snort into his side, her arm protectively held tight to her chest. Reaching their destination, he pulled her keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door.

He walked her to the kitchen where he sat her down on a bar stool, moving around her to the refrigerator. Opening it, he found a bottle of water right in front and grabbed it quickly as he pulled the pain medication from his pocket. Walking back over to Kate, he emptied a pill out into his hand before handing it over to her followed by the water.

"Thank you," she said as she accepted what he gave her. Swallowing the pill down with some water, she closed her eyes and prayed for it to kick in quickly.

"Not a problem," he told her with a smile on his face. "Come on, let's get you to the couch so you're more comfortable."

She nodded and took his hand with her good one, allowing him to pull her up as her eyes fell to the jeans she was wearing. "I want to change."

Silence was met by this, both of their eyes meeting when she realized what she had said. She felt bad, but only slightly, putting him in this position.

"I-I can call Lanie and get her to come help you, or-"

She rolled her eyes, leaning against him as they headed for her bedroom. "Castle, you saved me from my burning apartment when I was butt naked. I don't think it will be that much of a problem for you to see me in my underwear to help me into some more comfortable pants."

"Okay," he said cautiously, obviously not wanting to say anything more. He didn't want to put himself in bad graces with her, not now.

"But if you don't keep your scout's honor, I'm telling your mother and daughter. Let me see you live with that." A smug grin came to her lips as his eyes widened at her.

"You wouldn't."

"Oh, I would so very much would." She directed him over to her dresser, opening her top drawer while he quickly adverted his eyes. Debating for a minute, she grabbed a pair of sweats and looked at him. "Think you can handle helping me change my shirt, too?"

He swallowed hard but nodded, keeping his eyes turned in the opposite direction as she grabbed a shirt as well and closed the drawer.

"You're a gentleman when you want to be," she told him with a smirk in her voice as she put the clothes down on top of the dresser. The pain medication was starting to kick in again, her playfulness showing that as she poked his side.

"I'll have to remember this when you start hurting again," he told her seriously as he turned to look at her. She was swaying on her feet, something he found hilarious despite the reason why. "We should get you changed before you fall over."

"You just want me naked," she laughed at her own words as she fought to pull her shirt over her head with one hand while avoiding hurting her injured limb.

Taking pity on her, he grabbed the shirt at the hem and gently pulled it over her head. He carefully avoided the cast that covered her wrist, tossing her shirt onto her bed. He turned and grabbed the clean shirt she wanted to put on, turning back to her to find her staring at him with a strange look.

"What?" He asked as he slipped put her arm through the correct hole first before slipping the shirt over her head and helping her with the other arm as well.

"I'm waiting for the line," she slurred her words only slightly as she pulled her hair out from the inside of the shirt. He recognized it as one of his now, his stomach doing weird things.

"No line, not this time."

He offered her up a small smile as he motioned to her pants, wanting to get this over with quickly and painlessly. Her eyes followed his motioning, nodding slightly as she fumbled with the button of her jeans. Why she chose today to wear jeans and also decided to break her wrist and dislocate her shoulder, she would never know. But there was no changing that now. A frustrated sigh left her lips as she slapped her hands down against her hip.

"You do it," she said in annoyance.

He looked up at her like a deer caught in headlights before he nodded slowly, his hands reaching out to unbutton her pants. His fingers were trembling, every single part of him tingling with anticipation. He knew that this was going nowhere, he would never let it, but it still drove him crazy. Finally able to unbutton them, he started to pull them down over her hips.

"I do believe you're trembling, Richard Castle." He looked up to catch her eyes staring at him, a smirk on her lips.

"I just don't want to get shot," he defended himself lamely, pulling her pants off the rest of the way. His eyes lingered on her soft skin, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. He wasn't crazy or stupid, he knew better than allowing himself to indulge in touching her. Tucking away all the thoughts that came hurtling at him, he turned and grabbed her sweats.

"Are these mine too?"

The question slipped out before he could stop it, his mind mentally preparing for her to slap the hell out of him. His eyes found hers as she tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear, her cheeks burning red.

"I forgot to give them back to you," she shrugged. "They're comfy to wear."

He chose not to reply this time, patiently helping her into the pants as he kept his hands from touching her skin. That was all it would take, once touch, for him to lose all control. Getting her feet through the holes he pulled them up and over her hips, folding the waistline once. They swallowed her whole, forcing him to tighten the strings and tie them.

"They look better on you," he told her seriously as he stepped back a little but not too far in case she started to sway again. "Do you want to lay down or watch a movie?"

"Watch a movie," she told him quickly.

"You just don't want me to leave, do you?" He teased her, letting her wrap her good arm around his waist and lean into him. They started for the living room then, the awkwardness of earlier fading away now.

"So what if I don't." She was speaking so low that he almost didn't catch what she said, forced to rest his head on hers to hear her correctly.

A smile came to his lips as he put her down on the couch, stepping back and edging towards her television. He didn't bother asking her what she wanted to watch, just turning on whatever had been in the dvd player.

"Do you want your water?" When she shook her head, he nodded and grabbed the controller before going to sit beside her. His eyes focused on her as she got comfortable next to him, her legs moving to rest across his lap.

"You'll wake me to take my antibiotics?"

"Of course," he told her quietly as he eyelids dropped close. He reached behind him and grabbed the blanket that covered the back of the couch, bringing it around to cover her up.

When she had fell from the fire escape and landed on her side, he hadn't understood why she had insisted on not going to the hospital so bad. He could see that she was obviously in a lot of pain, something that Esposito and Ryan had even pointed out. She had continued to turn his offer down until she accidentally brushed against him, tears springing to her eyes in a matter of seconds. Only then had she reluctantly agreed.

He understood now, though. A few moments before the nurse had called them back, she hard warned him how she got on pain killers. He hadn't believed her.

As soon as they had given her the pain killers to set her wrist, though, he knew it was the truth. She had started giggling immediately at how worried his was, poking him constantly to try to make him smile. He had appreciated the gesture but soon found it to be annoying. If this was how she felt everyday he followed her around, he was seriously considering quitting.

"Castle," she sighed out his name, her eyelids closed.

"Yeah?"

"Don't leave me," she mumbled quietly as sleep pulled her under. He knew that she would remember none of this tomorrow but he didn't care. The words meant something and that was all that mattered. Rubbing her leg gently he let his head rest against the couch, keeping his eyes on her.

"I would never dream of it, Kate."