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request: could you write a fluffy fic of Castle and Beckett going grocery shopping?

Enough was enough, it was time to take matters into his own hands. If she wasn't going to voluntarily take a break, he would make her take one.

He seizes the moment when she caps the whiteboard marker and places it on the ledge under the board. He grabs her and begins to pull her toward the elevator.

"Castle, what are you doing?"

He can feel the weight of her pulling back, working against him, but he has a reasonable advantage over her in this department. If he keeps his momentum, keeps his grasp of her hand, she will have no choice but to follow.

"We're getting coffee." Coffee will help. Coffee always helps.

"The break room has coffee."

He would argue that the break room has bad coffee, but it doesn't. He made sure of that, years ago. "Okay... we're getting dinner then."

"Castle," her groan was like fuel. "I have a murder to solve."

"You've been at it since 3am. You haven't seen sunlight in hours. A bit of fresh air will do you some good."

He can feel the resistance ease as they reach the elevator, but he isn't ready to trust that she would relent that easily. He keeps her hand tucked safely within his as they wait, only letting go once the doors close them securely inside the carriage.

"I'm not hungry." Stubborn, as always.

"You haven't eaten." It would hit her, soon enough... her body's realisation that it hadn't been fuelled in hours. He just wants to be ready.

She scoffs, an attempt to not show that she likes the way he cares for her. "Are you keeping tabs on me?"

"Someone has to." He bit his tongue a second too late. He knows that was out of pocket. He risks a glance in her direction, she doesn't look mad though. Just... sad. "I'm sorry."

"No... I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to worry about me. I shouldn't get so caught up in cases."

She shouldn't. But she does. "I mean... we understand why."

We... all of them. And suddenly she can see it, the way they all hover around her as if they're waiting for her to break.

The not knowing. It kills. She doesn't want anyone to have to suffer, like she had to.

The elevator door opens up and she practically runs out. He does a half-jog to catch up, using a hand against the small of her back to lead her out of the precinct and up the road, toward the grocer just a block away.

She's rushing, and he can tell she's antsy being away from the precinct... the case. He's trying to tempt her with something of substance: fruit, a pastry, hell... even a frozen meal that she can quickly zap in the break room microwave would suffice. But she continues to shake her head, scrunch up her nose, stare back toward the precinct as if it's calling her name.

The nervous biting of her thumb nail is the final straw for him. He relents, pacing toward the one thing he knows she will accept.

She had been too distracted and didn't even see him leave. She scans her surroundings, spying him just in time to see him round the corner into the next aisle. She has to stride to catch up.

He's rounding the corner just as she is, and they collide. She hears the distinct crunch and rustle of plastic between them. Looking down, she can't help but smile at the bags of sugary treats he holds in his hands.

"Gummy bears?"

"The little bag you keep in your desk is almost empty. I figured if I can't get you to eat a proper meal, the least I can do is keep your blood sugar from plummeting."

Of course he notices little things like this... he's a writer. The finer details make the story. It doesn't mean anything. "I like the-"

"Gluten free ones." He interrupts and holds up the bag, showing her he's grabbed the correct ones. "I know."

She considers how hard he's trying... for her. She appreciates that he cares. Enough to drag her out of the precinct. Enough to monitor her habits when he knows she's too busy to keep track herself. Enough to compromise, knowing something is better than nothing.

So, for him, she can compromise too.

"I was thinking of calling the Thai place down the block... maybe getting something delivered."

His smile grows, spreads right to his eyes. "I love that place."

"I know."


Request: Beckett keeps getting flirted with when she goes out and Castle gets jealous.

Their relationship wasn't a secret anymore... hadn't been for months now. But, while they weren't actively hiding it, she still wasn't a huge fan of public displays of affection.

So when she dropped his hand as they entered the crowded bar, he wasn't surprised.

"A glass of red, please." He ordered for her as she sat down at the bar. His staff knew that he kept a special reserve, just for her. "I won't be long, promise."

Under normal circumstances, she would have been more than welcome to join him in the office. He would never consider making her wait alone in a crowded bar for him. However, one of his bar staff had requested an urgent - and private - meeting. She had insisted on not invading.

His meeting didn't take all that long, only about ten minutes. When he returned to the bar, he could see that someone had taken up residence at the barstool beside her. She looked entirely too comfortable talking to the stranger, smiling and laughing.

He schooled himself for a moment, reminding himself not to be so possessive. But when the stranger braved reaching out and touching her, it stoked the embers of a fire within him.

He watched as she pulled away from the man's hand.

"I'm seeing someone." She sounded... apologetic. Too polite, for his liking. It was time to make his presence known.

"There you are." She exclaimed with a smile as he approached them.

"Here I am." He tried to measure his voice, to hide his annoyance, with very little success.

She lifted her hand, trying to cover her smirk as her new friend seemingly vanished. Castle continued to glare as the man took his seat in the booth with his friends.

"He was just being friendly." She reassured him.

"He was trying his luck with the most beautiful woman in the room." He corrected, swallowing his jealousy and replacing it with pride. For the most beautiful woman in the room was here with him.

She placed a hand on his arm. "How unfortunate for him, that that woman is madly in love."

"Mm... that is rather unfortunate." He agreed.

She stood, her body brushing up against his, and pressed her lips to his - a purposeful act to show him that flirty strangers posed no threat, whatsoever. "Ready to go home?"

"One minute..." He cupped her face with his hands, capturing her lips again. She smiled into him, gripping at the material of his shirt as she leant her body into his. Castle pulled away, his smile growing when he saw her friendly stranger staring, slack-jawed. "Now I'm ready."

She rolled her eyes, but her smile never wavered. "You're so petty."