Disclaimer: I don't own Castle.

Character(s): Kate Beckett, Captain Montgomery, Rick Castle

Pairing: Castle/Beckett

Status: Complete

Genre: Humor

Rating: K

Spoilers: None.

Author's Note: By the way, I don't know if the GMC Acadia has where you can do that or not (if you read, you'll get what I'm talking about), but oh, well, it is fiction.

Kicked Out

Kate grimaced as she felt the familiar tingling in her stomach. Not again, she couldn't help but think, and she let out a small, annoyed sigh. She put the report that she had been working on down on her desk. Making the all too familiar path to her destination, a tiny part of her hoped that this wouldn't go on much longer.

While walking back to her desk a few minutes later, she saw the Captain hovering by it. She frowned, already predicting where that was going to go but hoping otherwise. "Hello, Captain, what are you doing out here in our neck of the wood?" Her voice was sickly sweet as she forced the words out of her mouth. Don't say it, don't say it, don't say it, don't say it, she internally chanted.

"Beckett," he began seriously. "You and I both know that I didn't come out here to gossip with you socially."

"Okay," Kate began innocently. "Why are you here then?"

"To order you to leave."

Kate raised her eyebrows. "Order me?"

"Go home."

Kate frowned. "No."

"Beckett, you are-"

"Sir, I'm not doing anything wrong! I'm just working on paperwork, which is what I'm supposed to be doing."

"Your nine months pregnant, Beckett!" The Captain exclaimed, staring at her bulging stomach. "Three weeks overdue, I might add. Go home. I'm sure your husband would like that."

"Captain, when it's time, I'll take my leave for however long I need to." Which she said only to prepare him that there was no way that she was going to stay out of work for those allotted six weeks, no matter how much her husband would like her to..

"Beckett, this wasn't a suggestion. Go home and take your leave early or pack up your things and not come back." He told her, only because he knew that she would never leave this job, and it worked.

Kate frowned before sighing. "He talked you into this, didn't he?"

"That doesn't matter," the Captain murmured to her.

"I'm going to kill him," she spoke to herself as she began to pack up her things.

-oOo-

Once outside of the precinct doors, Kate withdrew her phone from her pocket. Dialing the familiar number, she walked to her car. She was opening the door to her shiny, new Acadia when a familiar, "Castle," sounded on the other end of the phone.

She frowned at the cheerfullness in his voice. "You're sleeping on the couch tonight."

"Well, hello to you too, wife."

"Don't sound so happy," she snapped. She tossed her stuff in the back seat before getting in herself.

"I predict that the Captain finally kicked you out."

"Don't act so innocent. I know you talked to him."

Kate frowned as she turned on her vehicle. As the vehicle came to life, the phone call cut of as it automatically connected to her car. Kate rolled her eyes and tossed her phone in the passenger's seat. "How much did you win?"

"Win?" Castle imitated perfect innocence, but she could see through it. Or hear through it.

"I know there was a bet going around. I can't walk that well, but I'm not stupid." Kate turned out into the busy streets of New York.

"A bet on what?" He kept up his act.

"Play dumb all you want. I get half." She pressed the end button on her car, successfully hanging up on him. She touched her belly softly. "So, Thumper," She cooed to her unborn child. Even though she and Rick had finally decided on a name for their little girl a week ago, she continued to call her baby by its first nickname. Not that she would ever tell Rick that. He was the one who came up with the nickname. If he ever knew that she liked it, she would never live it down. "What do you think we should get with the money Daddy's goign to give to us?"

Kate smiled. "Daddy's probably going to get you a toy, but shh... don't let him know that I told you." Kate pressed the break to slow her car down to a stop as the light in front of her turned to red. "I'm thinking about getting that cute little shirt that we saw in that boutique."

She was referring to a pink shirt that had 'Daddy's the boss...right Mommy?' written across it neatly. Kate laughed. The guys at the precinct would get a kick out of that. They would pick on her poor husband for months. Oh, well, he deserved that for getting her kicked out the precinct.