Short Story

One day Beckett came across a paper in the bathroom as she was getting ready for work. From the looks of it the paper was the first page of many pages. It also looked like it was a draft for a short story which Castle had entitled "Our Story". When Beckett saw the title she smiled.

"But the shells? That's ours."

"I like our story."

"Yeah, me too."

It was at the moment that Beckett read the title for the short story; she remembered the moment when they both admitted for the first time to each other that they liked their story.

With that Beckett picked up the paper that was sitting on the counter of the bathroom sink. She started reading it. The short story started way back when at the beginning when they first met on the Tisdale murder.

The moment when Beckett had arrested in the NYC Public Library was in the short story. Of course Castle had altered the moment a bit for the piece he was writing.

"Jameson Rook, you are under arrest for felony, theft and obstruction of justice."

"You forgot making you look bad."

"You know, for a minute there, you actually made me believe that you were human. Cuff him."

"Ooh, bondage! My safe word is apples."

"Oh, there's no need to be gentle.

"How did you find me anyways?"

"I'm a detective, that's what I do."

Once Beckett had finished in the bathroom and finished the first page of the short story; she headed over to the closet. It was in the closet that she found another page. Beckett paused before she pulled out what she had gone into the closet for so she could read the page she had found. On the second page; Castle mentioned the time that they had been stuck in freezer together along with the time that they were handcuffed together and held hostage. He had also mentioned when they had worked on solving Johanna's murder. But there was one thing that caught Beckett's eye when she read the second page.

"Okay, so… here's to a job well done. And now you can finally get rid of this bucket…list…of yours."

"What's that look for?"

"'Be with Nikki'? That's your number one? When did you write this?"

"What like, three years ago? Ooh! I can cross that one off."

After that Beckett got dressed and then wandered into the kitchen. Castle was sitting at the island counter. It was becoming quite clear that Castle had purposefully left the pages behind knowing that Beckett would find them where he had left them.

Beckett had found the third page next to the coffee pot.

"Heat, what do you want?"

"You."

"I'm so sorry, Rook. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

Castle smiled as he saw Beckett's response to the third page. After Beckett had finished her coffee she said her goodbyes before she left for work. Before she did though she found the last page of Castle's short story by her keys. That last page was what really got Beckett. That page contained the time where Castle proposed at the swings and her answer. It also had their wedding and the birth of their children.

Once Beckett was done reading she set all of her things down and head towards Castle. Without saying anything she kissed her husband for a long time. After Beckett pulled away and left for work; Castle smiled at the fact that he had made her happy. The long and passionate kiss that he just gotten from Beckett had told Castle that he had done good.