Prompt 3: Sharing A Flat
He didn't bother to turn around from washing the dishes when he heard a key turn in the lock. Beckett was the only other person with a key.
"Hey, Beckett. How was work?" he asked, still with his back turned. A small smile flit over his face when she let out an exasperated huff before collapsing on their couch.
"Ugh, how do you think it was, Castle? I swear, those little rascals are the spawn of the devil," she groaned. He loved riling Kate up with her job. It also helped him unwind after a day filled with criminals and other scum that roamed the streets.
"Come on. The new recruits can't be that bad," he brought out as he put down a dish and turned around, his grin safely tucked away behind a facade of fake pity.
"One managed to hit the alarm bell with a bullet on the shooting range today, can you imagine that? Sometimes I think whatever they have to contribute to the force ain't worth the headache and the paperwork they're causing me."
A barked laughter slipped past his mask as he finally made his way over to her. "I'm sure you'll manage. Besides, it's not that hard to imagine... I would be distracted, too, if I had a drill sergeant like you," he quipped with a smirk as he dropped an iced beer bottle in her lap. She caught it without even looking, like always, and it amazed him every time.
"Oh, shut up. They're so bad, I'd be amazed if they can pee straight," she snorted in contempt.
"Aw, now you're just mean. After all, it's your job to... 'make men out of them'."
Now he couldn't hide his glee at his more than blatant double meaning anymore. He wished he had a pair of sunglasses for the special occasion. Or maybe, pun glasses?
Kate pretended to dry heave. "I think my lady parts just died a little inside at that thought. Never make such a joke again," she threatened with a glare and a beer bottle pointed at him.
"But, seriously. Is the whole batch a grab down into the sewer?"
The brunette narrowed her eyes at the wall in thought. "Nah. Two aren't half bad. One's hispanic; macho through and through, and the other, Irish by the way, might as well be fixated on honeymilk or something, but they are constantly on top of everything... Shut up," she added when she saw Castle's smirk. "They bunk together and will make good agents one day."
If possible, his grin grew even wider. "I think you've missed out on a lot of important biology classes if you think that's possible."
It took her a moment to realize that he twisted her words into a sexual innuendo again. Then he had to duck the pillow that was flying at his head.
"Remind me me why I decided to share a flat with my boss again?" she huffed.
"Okay, first of all, I'm not your boss. I'm COO and you're the head of security. Given our business, this makes us more like equal partners. And second, how could anyone withstand my dashing good looks and a great loft?"
This only made her snort. "More like, some nutjob blew up my apartment and in a rare moment of humanity, you offered me a place to crash," Beckett digged.
"Please don't take that literally," he shot back with ease. "You have a knack for making things go boom, and while I love that in a woman, this loft is worth some sunny ten million bucks, so if you could just refrain from literally crashing the place, that'd be great. And that nutjob is safely tucked behind bars, so no bombs under your place… okay that one is because you don't have a place anymore, and the one place you do have, has no bomb under it… anymore, because it already expl… yeah, I'll stop talking now."
He abruptly motioned to the kitchen and fled from the scathing glare that only Beckett could throw.
"I'm gonna change," she yelled in his direction before taking off to the... walk-in wardrobe…
Oh shit. I haven't put everything back yet.
He vaulted back over the kitchen counter and sprinted after her, only to stumble and fall through the door, landing in her side of the wardrobe and crashing the wall behind it.
"Castle? Everything okay?" Kate said and came running.
He was lying in a pile of wood (from the door and the wardrobe walls), her lingerie (which he didn't really mind), and two sets of leather armor, complete with bows and quivers (which he minded very much).
Wait, two?
"Castle, what are you doing? What is this?"
Castle only realized now that only one of the sets belonged to him… and that the other was shaped very feminine?
He held both suits up and sought her eyes before they both started speaking simultaneously. "Are you a vigilante?"