Hey guys, hope you haven't forgotten about this series. And for those of you still kinda following it, I love you!

Alright, normally I don't respond to reviews, but this one just called for it. PeterGunn: to be honest, I really have no idea what you're talking about. I kinda took it as you saying that I can write extremely fluffy, or the polar opposite - extreme angst. And if that's the case, well then I wasn't aware of it. Sorry to dissapoint, but I don't really change my writing styles for anyone but me, but thanks for the input.

I actually got the idea for this one from an article I read online, the link is in my profile, if you're interested.

As always read and review! I'm a starving college student and reviews completely make my day. Any and all mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer: I don't think I can survive the wait till January 9th, A.M. however already knows how the end of this season will play out.

This was why they never played Scrabble, or any other games for that matter. They were both too stubborn, cutthroat, and competitive about winning that every game ended with an accusation of cheating and a spit-fire argument. Though Castle would never complain, he was a huge fan of the make-up sex.

They were currently seated on opposite sides of the couch with the scrabble board on the coffee table in front of them.

"Quiet, with Q on the triple letter, thirty-six points! What now writer-boy?" She cheered as she raised her challenging gaze to meet his from across the board.

Rick kept a straight face and just nodded his head shortly.

"Will," he laid out as Kate snorted. "Eleven points."

"Keep that up and I will most definitely kick your ass." She teased.

"We'll see."

"Oh, yes we will."

She looked back down at the board contemplating her next move, and after a few minutes of complete silence she conceded.

"Truth, nine points." She said sullenly, obviously at a loss of other options.

"Please, don't go easy on my account." Castle taunted.

It earned him a famous Detective Beckett glare.

"I didn't have anything else," she mumbled.

"You, eight points."

"Really?" She catechized.

"It's on the board isn't it?"

"Fine, teeth, twenty points."

Rolling her eyes, she nodded back to the board. The game went on for another minutes, and aside from the usual banter and badgering, without any life-threatening disputes.

"Murder."

"It always comes back to the job with you doesn't it?"

"Just shut up and play Castle."

He smiled at her annoyance and proudly placed his next word, "Writer, also twenty points."

"You would."

"What? So you can refer to work, but I can't? That's not fair."

"Vexed!" She cheered as she laid her tiles in the correct order. "And it's on the triple, that's forty-eight points!"

"Hey, RD is not a word."

"Are you really going to consult the dictionary right now?"

"Yes! You can't cheat in Scrabble that is the lowest of lows. Especially considering I am a writer, I think I know when a word doesn't exist, and that is definitely not a word."

"But what if I promise you something in return for letting me get away with it," she paused as she crawled over to him and straddled his lap. "Just this once."

"Oh, you're trying to distract me with your womanly wiles right now aren't you?"

"Maybe, maybe not." She mumbled as she peppered kisses across his jaw.

"That is most definitely cheating." He argued as he saw the opportunity, he had been waiting for. While her attention was still focused at trying to seduce him into letting her get her way, he slid the hidden tiles out of his pocket. Bringing his other hand up to the small of her back and idly caressing it, he spelled out his next move with the other.

He leaned back to whisper in her ear, "M.A.R.R.Y.M.E," he spelled out letter for letter.

It took a few moments for it to register in her brain, but when it did she pulled back to look at him with wide eyes, and then turned around to confirm her suspicions on the board.

"You cheated," she whispered trying to keep her accusing glare, but it was slipping by the second.

"What ever do you mean?" He teased lightly.

Turning around to face him again she accused, "You had both Y's in your pocket the whole time, didn't you?"

So she had caught on to his tricks, he realized as he reached over and spelled out his next move, trying to defend himself.

"Apples."

"Not on your life." She countered pulling him in for an all consuming kiss.

When they broke apart a few moments later she rested her forehead against his.

"Okay, so maybe I did," he admitted.

"I knew it." She smiled unabashedly. They stayed in that position for what seemed like hours before Kate turned back around and picked up a few tiles.

"Yes," she spelled out, "ten points."

"SE isn't a word either!"

"Shut up Rick, I still won."

"No, I think we both did." He said, not referring to the game.

"Leave it to a writer to propose through a Scrabble game."

"You loved it though."

"Yes I did, and I love you too." She whispered as she closed the gap between them again.

And yes, I did play Scrabble by myself with a few strange looks from my dad, to see how this would play out or if it was possible. It didn't turn out exactly how I have it in the story, I had t omake a few minor adjustments. But if you want to see a picture, I've posted it on my tumblr, you can find it there.

Thanks for reading kids.

Much Love,

-Anna Lee