Summary: After a sixteen year-old girl is found murdered in the middle of Times Square during a group photo, it leads Castle to think on his relationships with the people he is closest to. Castle/Beckett.
AN: This chapter contains SMUT. The bold dashes will mark before and after the smut.
Innocent Brown Eyes
Chapter Eleven
"Beckett?" Castle reached over to take her hand as they headed across town. "Are you okay?'
"Fine," Beckett pulled into a parking space, shutting off the engine, "Do you want to come in for a late dinner?" She hopped from the car, seeing Castle follow her, "Should we order take out or heat up left overs?"
"Whatever you want," Castle followed her up the steps to the apartment's lobby. They took the elevator up, riding in silence, standing opposite the elevator's doors. Each floor dinged as they passed it and at Beckett's floor, they stepped off the elevator, walking hand in hand towards her apartment.
"Exhausted?" Beckett laughed, seeing Castle yawn as she unlocked the apartment door, stepping inside. Pulling Castle inside, she shut the door, locking it behind them.
"Not totally," Castle made his way over to the couch, kicking off his shoes and flopping on the couch, turning on the TV.
"Oh, so you came here to sleep?" Beckett sat down on the couch besides him, setting a few menus on the coffee table in front of him. "Before you try to sleep on that thing, pick a restaurant and decide what you want to order from it." She leaned closer, her breath on his cheek, "And don't tell me that you can't find one place to order from, I know you're starving and want to eat something."
"Yes, I do," Castle wound his arms around Beckett's waist, "I want to eat you." He pulled her into a sitting position on the couch, his arms around her. "You can pick something to get, I'll eat whatever you make."
"Pasta all right then?" Beckett asked, climbing off the couch, "There's enough leftovers for the two of us."
"Whatever you want to make Kate," Castle flipped through the channels, "You know that I'll eat anything that is remotely good and is set in front of me."
"We all know that Richard Castle," Beckett rolled her eyes, heading to the small kitchenette, "Anything to drink?"
"Water," Beckett poured herself a glass, "And don't ask for anything alcoholic, I don't have anything more than a bottle of beer."
"Sam Adams?" Castle teased, looking up at her, "Okay, okay." He cowered under her glare, "Water is fine."
"Very funny Castle," Beckett started the microwave up, digging through the cupboards and getting dinner ready.
"Hey," Castle crossed the kitchen in a few strides, wrapping his arms around Beckett's waist, "Don't rush dinner, we'll be here." He kissed her neck lightly, "I'll be here too."
"I know," Beckett turned to look at him, wrapping her arms around Castle's neck, "You don't need to promise me that because you're in trouble if you aren't."
"I know, I know." Castle touched his nose to hers, looking her in the eye, "I'm not going anywhere." He marked his words with light kisses on Beckett's cheeks, before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. "I love you," his fingers brushed against the bare skin above Beckett's belt, causing her to shiver against his touch.
"I love you too," Beckett rested her chin on Castle's shoulder as his lips traveled to her neck, her lips besides his ear. "Will you make love to me?" Her breath traveled across his ear and now it was Castle's turn to shiver at her words.
"Kate, Kate, Kate," Castle looked at her, "Are you sure about this?" He brushed her hair away from her face, looking into her eyes, brown on hazel.
Beckett dragged her lips from Castle's ear across his cheek to his lips, kissing them lightly, "Yes, I am." She reached up, undoing the top two buttons on his blazer, before running her hands down his arms, lacing her fingers with his.
- - - Smut Line - - -
Castle pulled his hands from hers gently, lifting her onto the counter, running hands hands up Beckett's thighs. He leaned forwards, pressing a tender kiss to her lips, his fingers tugging at her belt, undoing it and tossing it to the floor. His fingers slipped under her jacket, inching along her stomach, searching for the hem of her shirt. Beckett's lips were attacking his neck as he continued his paths across her stomach, and he pulled back to fuse his lips with hers again.
"Rick," Beckett breathed, breaking their passionate kiss, "I love you." She undid the rest of the buttons on his blazer, pulling it off and tossing it aside. Letting it land by the microwave, which contained the now heated pasta, she inched herself forwards on the counter, hooking a leg around Castle's waist. Castle's hands rested on her waist as she slipped her hands under his shirt, watching her movements.
"Creeper," Beckett laughed, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, "Stop watching me and pay attention." Castle gave a light chuckle, unzipping Beckett's jacket slowly and easing the material off her shoulders, letting it fall on the counter behind her. He leaned forwards, kissing her lips again, before pulling her into his arms, pulling her towards her bedroom.
The two of them seemed to stumble blindly down the hallway, still wrapped awkwardly in each others embrace. Beckett's arms were wrapped around Castle's neck and she leaned against his back. He pinned her against the bedroom door, sliding his arms up Beckett's sides, pulling her top with him. Easing it over her shoulders, he let it fall to the floor at their feet, before looking into her eyes.
"Bedroom?" Beckett's cheeks were tinged with a faint blush and Castle pushed open the door with his foot, easing himself around Beckett and pulling her into the room with him.
"You sure about this?" Beckett was surprised with Castle's voice as she crossed the room to draw the blinds shut and she turned to look at him, her hair framing her face in the dim lighting. She crossed the room quietly, kissing him lightly before undoing the rest of the buttons on his blazer and tossing it aside. She ran her hands down his chest, kneeling on the bed to undo his jeans and pull the material down, before pushing Castle lightly back onto the bed.
"So you're in charge?" Castle laughed as Beckett straddled his waist, placing feathery kisses on his chest. He flipped Beckett onto her back, causing her to squeal in surprise, before reaching down and undoing her jeans as well. Tossing them aside, he kissed Beckett's forehead lightly, pulling the straps of her bra down slowly.
"Stop it!" Beckett sat up, slipping her bra off completely, "You know how to torture women into waiting too long for you, not fall head over heels for you." She tossed it aside, crushing her lips to Castle's. Wrapping a leg around his, Beckett flipped Castle back onto his back, grinning down at him, "Who's the weak one now?"
"Cute," Castle reached up, brushing Beckett's hair out of her face, "Can I make love to you now?" He didn't wait for an answer, slipping out of his boxers and pulling Beckett to him, placing tender kisses on her neck.
"Rick," Beckett snuggled against his chest, her legs still wrapped around his waist, "Make love to me." Castle didn't need to be asked again, and he pulled Beckett to him, straddling her thin waist. He eased himself into her, pausing when she let out a quiet whimper, before pushing himself fully into her. Thrusting himself in and out of her, Castle continued to press kisses to Beckett's lips, becoming gentler as he continued.
"Kate," Castle's lips brushed her ear, "I love you." He felt her nails dig into his shoulders and he tensed, "Come for me Kate."
And she did, seconds later, gasping as they climaxed together, sweat lining their foreheads, bodies entwined.
- - - End Smut Line - - -
The faint ringing of a phone woke Beckett instantly and she sat straight up in bed, shivering slightly at the chilly air hit her bare skin. She climbed out of bed, reaching for a blanket to pull around herself, making her way from the bedroom to the kitchen. After flicking on the lights, she grabbed the ringing phone from her jacket pocket, and pressed it to her ear.
"Beckett." She yawned loudly, causing both Esposito and Ryan, who were on the other line, to laugh. "What?" Beckett snapped, "Why are you waking me at," her eyes searched for a clock, "Eleven thirty on the Saturday night?"
"Evidence," Ryan couldn't keep the smirk out of his voice, "What's got you so riled up over the late hour?"
"Nothing," Beckett replied, a bit too quickly.
"Espo is gonna call Castle and tell him that we're all meeting at the precinct in twenty." Ryan was currently twirling a pen between his fingers, waiting for Beckett to protest.
"It's fine," Ryan was on cue with Beckett's protest, "I can call him, it's easier for me to pick him up anyways." She breathed a sigh of relief as Ryan agreed, and hung up the phone.
"Kate?" Castle had woken up while she had been on the phone and he stood in the doorway, clad in a pair of pink and purple striped boxers.
"Castle, get dressed." Beckett said in between laughs, doubling up, holding onto the counter for support.
"What?" Castle caught her shoulders, "You didn't seem to mind my boxers last night." He waggled his eyebrows at her, before planting a chaste kiss on her lips. "I'll heat up some coffee, okay?"
"No," Beckett headed back down the hallway to her bedroom, keeping the blanket firmly wrapped around her body, "I got called in, give me five minutes to get dressed, we'll stop at your place so you can change, then we meet Ryan and Esposito at the precinct." She stood, barring Castle's entrance into her room, "You wait here, we'll never leave if I let you in with me." Clicking the lock shut, Beckett distinctly heard Castle whimper in pain as the door connected with his toe and she hid a smile.
In less than five minutes, Beckett had managed to make herself ready for work, clad in black jeans and a faded button down top. She tucked her jacket over one arm, tucking her gun into its holster before looking up at Castle, who watched her quietly.
"No comments about how I locked you out of the bedroom?" She laughed, opening the apartment door, shoving him lightly out into the hall.
"I spent enough time in there last night," Castle waggled his eyebrows at her again, "I think it's time for you to do some detective work; right Beckett?" They stepped onto the elevator, Castle's arm wrapped loosely around Beckett's shoulders, doubling the elevator count. A young boy, about six, stood with his mother, playing with a toy helicopter. Seeing the two new people board the elevator, he straightened up, before noticing the gun at Beckett's waist.
"Is that real Ms. Beckett?" He apparently knew her but had never encountered her while on duty.
"Yes, it is Adam," Beckett smiled at him, looking at him fondly, "I'm a detective for the police."
"You help catch bad guys?" Adam looked at her, wonder alight in his blue eyes.
"Ms. Beckett sure does," Adam's mother put a hand on his shoulder, lowering her voice slightly, "Sorry about that Kate, he's to the age where he's interested in talking to everyone and anyone he sees." She pulled Adam to her side, tucking the toy he held in her purse as the elevator jolted to a halt.
"Bye," Beckett strode off the elevator, leaving Castle to hurry after her, ignoring his remarks about calling a cab. She headed into the garage, making a beeline towards her car, leaving Castle to hurry after her.
- - -
"There you two are," Lanie looked up, seeing both Castle and Beckett hurry in the morgue, looking annoyed. "We were starting to wonder where you two went."
"Shut up," Beckett hit Lanie over the shoulder with her free hand, the other still unconsciously gripping Castle's.
"Hem, have something you want to talk to me about girl?" Lanie hissed in Beckett's ear, glancing knowingly at her and Castle's hands.
"No," Beckett dropped Castle's hand, blushing furiously, "I had to drag him away from the doughnuts upstairs." She was thankful that there actually were doughnuts upstairs, and the fact that Castle had wanted to grab one to eat.
"The last jelly filled one is probably gone now!" Castle whined, "Those are my favorite ones, and Alexis' too, I could have gotten it for her." Lanie and Beckett both laughed, turning to look as Ryan and Esposito joined them, the latter holding the jelly doughnut Castle had wanted.
"You took my doughnut." Castle stated, staring at the doughnut in Esposito's hand.
"Can we note the fact that these two," Lanie glanced at Marie James and Ricky Andersen, "Were killed within the past four hours? And, Ryan and Esposito already took the liberty of checking on Mr. James, he's been in the bar of the hotel for the past five hours."
"Five hours?!" Beckett exclaimed, shocked, "Alone?"
"Exactly," Ryan held up a tape, "Already checked the whole roll. Came in around three and was still sitting in the same place, alone, when the tape ended."
"So who …?" Castle and Beckett exchanged looks, before looking at the other three occupants in the room.
AN: So ... any ideas on who did it now?
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