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Mistakes are mine, Castle isn't. I don't think there are too many mistakes, if there are, SORRY, don't kill me.

"Do you like cats?" asked Castle, cocking his head to the side.

"What?" Beckett frowned, looking up from her paperwork.

"Maybe you're a dog person." he mused.

Beckett smirked, amused. Days in which there were no cases meant paperwork for Beckett. And paperwork for Beckett meant boredom for Castle. Boredom for Castle meant Beckett being bombarded with questions and thoughts from deep within Castle's brain.

Castle raised his eyebrow. "Do you like horses? Did you ride when you were a kid?" His brow furrowed in thought, and Beckett knew that he was deep in thought, and would be talking more to himself than her.

"Castle, you need a hobby."

"I have a hobby." He raised his other eyebrow. "Annoying you."

She rolled her eyes. "In that case, can you get me a coffee? If we're going to be here all day, I'll need my strength to not shoot you."

Castle grinned, and stood. "One coffee, coming right up!"

He strolled to the break room, and Beckett couldn't help the smile that spread across her face, displaying her dimples. Castle was annoying, but he was the kind of guy who listened to you when you needed someone to talk to, who called you at three in the morning if you couldn't sleep. He was the boy you played with in kindergarten, the boy you hung out with in secret when you were eleven, because you weren't supposed to like boys yet. He was the boy you went out with in high school, who made you soup when you were sick, held hands with you and sat in the park for hours, watching ducks swim by because you needed time to think. He would do anything to make you smile, and loved to make you laugh. Beckett only put up with him because she knew there was much more to him than the joking, playboy writer with the naughty smile.

Castle returned moments later with a cup of steaming coffee, and Beckett gratefully took a sip.

"Thanks Castle, it's just what I needed."

He smiled and launched right back into his questions.

"What's your favourite TV show? What music do you like? Want me to buy you a pony?"

"Castle, you don't have to stay if you're bored." Beckett looked into his eyes.

His eyes. Beckett liked so many things about Castle, but one of her favourite things was his eyes. They were so blue and deep, so full of thought. It was like they went on forever, no beginning and no end.

"I'm not bored." His eyes twinkled.

"Then why are you asking a million questions a minute?"

He shrugged. "Because you're so interesting to talk to?

Beckett rolled her eyes.

"Have you eaten today?"

"Uh..." she paused. "Earlier."

"How much earlier?" asked Castle, standing up.

"Few hours, maybe? Why?" She looked into his eyes again, enjoying the butterflies she felt.

"I'll pick up some lunch, I'll be back later. Requests?" Castle asked, shrugging into his coat.

"Surprise me." she replied absent-mindedly, staring at her paper. Geez, she was getting hardly any work done today.

Okay." he called back, making his way out of the precinct.

Beckett started scribbling away, needing to make up the time she missed when she was thinking about Castle's baby blues and... there she went again! No wonder she couldn't get any work done. She took a sip of coffee and bent back over the papers.

Half an hour later, a sub was placed in front of looked up.

"Subway good?" he grinned, already knowing the answer.

Beckett grinned, and bit into her sandwich. Castle's phone rang, and he stood up, excusing himself.

Beckett grinned, ecstatic that Castle knew what food she liked. It was the little things that she loved about him. She looked over, and the grin slid off her face as quickly as it came. Castle was pale, shaking. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

He came back and stood, staring at her, not knowing what to tell her.

"Castle?" She stood, and took his hand. "What's wrong?"

"It's Alexis." he whispered. "She was found in an alley, barely breathing."

Beckett didn't know what to say, she just leaned over and wrapped her arms tightly around him.

Just then, Ryan and Esposito walked into the precinct, and saw Beckett comforting Castle. He was shaking, sweating. The boys walked over to him, and stood there awkwardly. Beckett let go of Castle, who sat in his chair and put his head in his hands.

Beckett turned to her boys. "It's Alexis."

A/N: I hate these kinds of cliff-hangers, they're annoying, I know. Please don't throw things at me. *cowers*