A collection of Castle oneshots inspired by songs. Be warned, it's going to be like your nanna's old lolly jar, some sweet, some bitter and some just plain nuts.

I do not own Castle or anything you recognise.

Someone Somewhere – Jason Reeves

Johanna looked up to see Katie sleeping peacefully, she placed the large book of fairytales on the night stand before kissing her young daughter on the forehead.

'Mummy, is Daddy a knight in shining armour?'

'I thought you were already asleep.' Kate looked up at her mother expectantly. 'No, your Daddy isn't a knight in shining armour, well, not exactly.'

'What do you mean?'

'Well, while your Dad may not be an actual knight in shining armour he is my own knight.'

'Mummy you're not making any sense.'

Patting her hair softly she stood to leave the room. 'When you get older you'll understand.'

Kate pouted at her mother, 'but I want to know now.'

'Well, when you're older, much older, you will get to experience what I mean but I can try to tell you. Every person has their own knight; he may be a coal heaver but the knight of some girl's heart none the less. When you meet your own knight in shining armour you'll know, even if the armour is a little dusty, because he will be perfect in your eyes and no matter what others say you'll love him all the same.'

'I'm never going to find mine, all the boys I know are icky.'

'There will be someone out there for you darling, someone perfect.' Kate sighed as her mother ran her fingers through her hair comfortingly. 'And when you find him, you bring him to me so can make sure he's really a knight in shining armour and not some loser in tin foil.'

'Stop being silly Mummy.'

'I'm not being silly Katie, you're perfect and one day you'll find someone perfect. He'll be handsome, smart, funny, caring and he'll adore you more than life itself. I bet you will argue and get on each other's nerves, in fact I am certain that you will, but the thing about true love and now I'm letting you in on a big secret here, true love is when you can forget about those little things and still want to see the person every second of the day.'

'Like you and Daddy?'

'Yes darling, so we might argue but you know that we still love each other okay. Sometimes you just have to tell each other what you really think and if you can't compromise straight away you have to try but you should never marry someone who doesn't let you have a say and never marry someone who never has their own way.'

'I'm not going to get married Mummy.'

Her mother pretended to be horror struck at the suggestion, 'and why not?'

'Because boys have germs.'

'One day darling, you'll want to get boy germs.' Johanna laughed at her daughter scrunching up her nose in disgust. 'Now go to sleep, it's late.'

'Castle, don't move.' Beckett approached him cautiously. 'You've got a bee on your nose.'

Realising that she was telling the truth he began to lift his arm to swat at it. 'I said don't move. You're going to make it sting you.'

He tried to stay still as she carefully approached, but you could see his hand twitching slightly in agitation. 'Hurry up Beckett.'

She tried to get rid of it carefully, so as not to harm him or the bee, only it wouldn't budge. She tried again and again but it wouldn't move.

'Just kill the damn thing if you have to!'

'I can't kill a bee; they were my Mum's favourite. She always said that anything that made something as sweet as honey and had the reputation of being mean must be misunderstood.' Finally realising that there was no other way she very carefully attempted to scoop the bee up. Surprisingly the bee was lifted off his nose and didn't sting her, only as soon as she released it; it flew straight back to him.

With another girly little shriek Castle tried to swat it off his face. 'You're not doing a very good job detective.'

'Well, it's not my fault this bee seems to have approved of you.' Despite the torment that her partner was obviously in she couldn't help the smile that appeared when she realised that maybe there really was life after death.

'I've got a killer insect on my very precious face and you're smiling. What is wrong with you? You're not usually this masochistic.'

'Only with you Castle, only with you.'

It really wasn't her fault that she couldn't resist buying the completely corny 'bee mine' card on her way home.