Title: Sweater
Author's Note: The Olympics are over. Boo. I loved watching the Olympics. Oh well. At least Castle is closer!
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"Hey, what are you doing?" Castle asks, staring at the woman crouching over something on the counter.
Beckett looks up, nodding her head towards the piece of clothing in the kitchen. "There was a hole in my sweater. I'm fixing it."
He walks over, going to poke the newly patched clothing. "I can sort of see it still..."
"Don't touch it!" Beckett hisses, swatting his hand away.
Castle raises his hands defensively. "I wasn't planning on it!" He backs away slowly, putting his hands down. "I never knew you could sow."
She sighs. "I'm not sowing, I'm mending. It's different."
