For Kick Caskett, because she thinks she's perfect…And her saying this caused me to get Hannah Montana's annoying song in my head. This chapter is a sarcastic Thank You to Kick Caskett. Love you Kick.
Disclaimer: Don't Own Castle. Sad.
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"Boots Castle," Beckett unlocked her apartment door and walked through it, holding it open for Castle to follow. He awkwardly stepped into the apartment, trying to avoid letting Kate see the large bulky object in his pants' pocket, a ring box.
"I could have sworn that Bennie and the Jets was actually a very dirty song," he said. Once he had walked inside, he turned around to look at her again.
"She's got electric boots," Beckett repeated once more so he would understand.
"You're ruining the song for me," he pouted and sat down on a chair by her dining table.
"I'm bringing you back to reality wise guy," she smirked, "I'll be back. I have to go and check something in my bathroom,"
"Ok, thanks for sharing,"
"Not like that Castle, I had a tap that was leaking," she said before turning in the direction of her bathroom.
"Hello, who's the more masculine figure in this relationship?" he stood up and followed her. She stopped him dead in his tracks and gave him a certain look.
"You really want me to answer that?"
"I meant that it is more like a man's job to fix the plumbing for the woman," he said, holding his hands up in surrender.
"That is really sexist," she said, poking him in ridicule. She turned around and walked towards the bathroom again, Castle hot on her heels. When they got there, he stood by the door while she examined her sink's tap.
"Wow, that is shut tight," he said suddenly, breaking the silence that filled the large space between them.
"Yeah well it isn't impossible to get open," she said and with one swift turn, the tap began to trickle the clear non-alcoholic liquid known as water. Beckett quickly pulled her hand away from the tap in pain.
"What happened?" he asked, moving quickly to stand next to her and help her where needed.
"Nothing, I just pushed too hard down when I was trying to open the tap. I'll be fine," she dropped her hand down by her side, but hit the countertop instead, "Okay, ow," she said calmly. She turned around to face the bathroom mirror and turning around too fast caused all the bath products atop her sink to fall to the floor, "Damn it," she said.
Castle collapsed to the floor to help her pick them up. She moved out the way to allow him to pick everything up. He smirked at noticing Cherry flavoured bath wash. He picked up the bottle and closed it, "Oh," he said with disgust, trying to avoid the large puddle it had left behind. He carefully stood up, and handed the bottle to Beckett.
"Thanks," she said with embarrassment.
"Stuff must be strong," he pointed to the bottle. Surprised, Kate accidently dropped the bottle. She shrieked and Castle slipped in the puddle he had been so cleverly avoiding. Castle cursed under his breath and rubbed the place he had hit his head. Unknowns to him, the ring box had slipped out of his pocket and was now lying on the floor.
"Sorry," she said, holding his head in her hands when he managed to stand up again.
"I'll be back. I'm going to get an ice…pack," he said slowly, his nose wrinkled as an expression of his pain. Beckett pursed her lips in worry and looked down to the floor, searching for a way to clean up the mess. She was about to leave to go and grab cleaning products when she noticed the ring box.
"Oh my Gosh," she said quietly. She slowly bent down to pick up the box, cautious of what might be inside. Opening the box and staring at the shiny silver ring, she took it out and slowly put it on its respective finger. Kate stared at her hand for a long time, until she was brought back to reality by the sound of movement from her kitchen. She gasped and realised what she was doing.
In a great hurry, Beckett grabbed the edge of the sink with her left hand and dropped down to the floor again to clean up the mess. She moved her hand slightly to avoid the trickling water that was flowing from the open tap and without her knowledge, the ring slid off her finger. With each drops of water that came from the tap, the ring slowly inched towards the centre of the sink, towards the drain.
Beckett brought her left hand down to the floor for assistance when she noticed that one very bare finger. Her eyes widened and she gasped in fear. She stood up quickly, blood rushing to her face when she saw where the ring was. She turned the tap in an effort to switch it off.
Instead she accidently turned the tap on to a greater force and within a matter of seconds; the ring had fallen down the drain.
"Ah!" she said under her breath. Her brow was furrowed in worry and her eyes were almost popping right out of her head. She was trying hard not to swear.
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At that very moment in time, Castle had finally finished putting ice cubes into a zip lock bag, effectively creating his own ice pack. Thoroughly impressed with his work, he slapped the pack against his head with one hand and rested his other hand in his pocket.
He started to walk towards the bathroom, noticing that the door was only slightly ajar, as appose to being fully open the way he had left it. He stopped dead in his tracks when he realised the box was no longer in his pocket.
"Kate," his voice broke and sounded much like a teenage boy's, "Kate," he said again, clearing his throat this time. He pushed the door open and frowned at the sight he saw. Kate, lying on her bathroom floor, her head under the sink.
"Castle," she jumped up in surprise. She hit her head against the bottom of the sink, but only lightly. She stood up and moved away from the sink.
He swallowed nervously before speaking, "What are you doing?"
"I-I'm sorry," she said, her face fell in sadness, "I only wanted to try it on. Then it slipped off my finger and down the-down the…" without continuing she jerked her hand loosely in the direction of the sink. Turning back to face Castle, she couldn't look him in the eye, "I'm so sorry,"
"Is it really gone?" he asked slowly and quietly. He got down on his knees and found himself in the same position as Kate was only moments ago. He fiddled with the pipes until a large spray of water attacked his face, "Whoa," he said, squinting. He blindly toyed with the pipes some more until he had taken the whole pipe out in his hand. He waved it mindlessly until, unexpectedly, the ring, amongst other things, fell right out.
"You got it," Beckett gasped with a smile as wide as the sea. She grabbed the ring out of Castle's hand while he fixed the pipes back in place. Once everything was secure and no longer leaking, Castle joined her and stood next to her.
"I can see you're not afraid to get down and dirty," he said, cheekily nodding towards her soaked shirt. Her arms flew to her chest in a defence position, "Ah, this isn't exactly how I had planned it," Beckett sniggered in response and looked down at the wet ring she held in her wet hand, "But I guess this will have to do,"
She blinked and looked up at him, a small smile tugging at her lips.
"I love you. You are the most magnificent and yet frustrating person I have ever met and I still want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know what I've said about marriage before, but you, Kate Beckett, you've definitely changed my mind on that," he paused, allowing her to digest everything that had been said, "Will you marry me?"
Kate avoided eye contact for a few minutes. Without saying a word, she stepped forward in an effort to try and kiss him. As he foot moved closer to him, she slipped in a puddle of water, her entire weight landing against him. Having been totally taken aback by the 'gesture' Castle slipped and unconsciously grabbed Beckett in a bear hug type of way.
As a result of the quick mishap, they both found themselves in heap in her bathtub, laughing hysterically.
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A/N: Wow, long chapter. Hope it wasn't too bad.
White Pawn: You gave me some really good ideas, so thanks. This chapter is based on Til' Dyson do we part. (IDEA #2) It hasn't got anything to do with Vacuum Cleaners so or that I apologise, but it is based on that kind of concept. Well, even if you think that it is totally different to what you were expecting, I did think of this idea when I was thinking about how I would write your ideas.
Black Rook: Thank you for your idea as well & sorry for that acknowledging it until now. Anyway, I like that idea and I will use it, but I will change a few things. If you can't remember what your idea was, it was in a review for Chapter Six.
Anyway, I hope y'all liked it.