Tell Me a Story
Disclaimer: I still don't own it, and they're way more evil than me
AN: this will be a series of disconnected one shots, based on prompts that I receive through tumblr. Because I wanted them to have a home here.
For everyone kind enough to ask. Past, present, and future
Prompt: After Castle does his little smirk and Beckett walks out the door [in 1x01] Castle follows her asking for their next case file. (47-coffees)
"So, what's next?"
"I'm sorry?" She turns, finding Castle right at her heels.
"What's our next case?"
He's so eager about it, she could almost find it cute. She smothers it with a half annoyed exhale, calling his smug little smirk of a moment ago to mind in order to squelch the feeling. She drops into the chair at her desk, shakes her head.
"Sorry, hot shot. Doesn't work that way. I'm afraid we can't arrange murder on command for your amusement.
"You do that cute little crinkle in your forehead for my -"
She stands, reaching for her coat. "If you're looking for authenticity, Mr. Castle, you're going to love the days of paperwork. It's thrilling." She pauses as the thought occurs to her. "And you're actually going to have some paperwork of your own. The legal releases should keep you busy for days."
She watches the grimace flash across his face and that smile she's been holding back slides across her own. "So, you have fun with that."
She's nearly to the elevator when she hears his voice again, still too close at her back, in her space again.
"Oh, no need to worry, Detective. I'll be sure not to have any fun without you."