The writer and the detective had both come back to the precinct after their lunch at Remy's with the boys; they had been stuck at her desk ever since. Ryan and Esposito had spent the afternoon canvassing the apartments near the crime scene, from where they hadn't returned yet. Castle and Beckett on the other hand, mostly Beckett in fact, had spent the afternoon making phone calls.

They still had no solid leads, no leads at all actually. If something out of the ordinary had been going on in his life, Sebastien Franklin had managed to hide it from his family and friends, but it was still early in the investigation. They were waiting for the financials, cell phone records, client list and pretty much anything they had in the system on the victim. This would take tech a couple more hours meaning Beckett would have to wait until tomorrow to sift through them. She needed to catch a break.

"Desk duty sucks," she grumbled over the phone she had shielded with her palm. She rolled her eyes as she brought the device back to her ear. They were wasting her time.

The detective had spent a better part of her afternoon talking with every airport in the area, big or small. A plane doesn't fly over a populated area of the city without anyone knowing about it. It had to have departed and landed somewhere. The vic was from New York, found in New York, surely the plane that had dragged him through a billboard wasn't from the Bahamas. Yet, no fixed based operator had been in communication with a pilot during the time frame she suspected the plane would have had to land. There had been a couple of private jet landings scattered through the state, but all of them too big to have flown this close to the ground safely. Either someone was withholding evidence or someone was very good at covering their tracks because thus far, she hadn't been successful in her search.

She hung up the phone with a little more force than necessary, "Still nothing, it's so damn frustrating!"

He looked up from his phone and watched as she brought her hand through her hair and leaned into her chair sighing loudly, covering her face with her hand.

"Tomorrow will pick up, Beckett. We just need to wait for the paperwork to come in. We'll be chasing-"

She cut him off dryly, "We won't. We'll be here dealing with the paperwork and politics, again. Damn paperwork and politics..." her voice trailed as she promptly got up and grabbed her coat from the back of her chair.

His eyes followed her, asking hopefully, "Home?"

"Yeah. There's nothing more to do here but wait. And I hate waiting around." He smirked at the comment and she glared him down, continuing, her hands placed on her hips, "I'm well aware that I'm a little moody, Castle."

He laughed light heartily making her pout a smile in return.

"Okay, very moody then. Anyhow, the guys will call me if they discover something useful during the canvass."

"I know what New Yorkers are famous for, but seriously? How could no one have heard or seen anything?"

"I know. It's-"

"I'm sure we'll have something in the morning, Beckett. It's only the first day," he added while helping her into her coat. She shivered when his fingers came in contact with the nape of her neck.

Castle threw his coat on as they walked towards the elevator, passing by the captain's office and letting her know they were done for the day. Home before 6, desk duty did have its perks.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Upon entering, Beckett turned her head towards the man at her side, a timid smile on her face, cautiously asking, "Following me around? Not as fun as it used to, right?"

He smiled. "This is better, Kate. I wouldn't change it for anything."

The elevator doors closed behind them and he grabbed her by the hips and kissed her. Her hands made their way to the back of his neck as she hungrily kissed him back.

Never had she wished for the elevator to stall as much as she did at that particular moment.

Kate dropped her bag on the entrance floor, leaning against the red door and biting her lower lip. She looked at her husband.

Rick, taking off his coat and hanging it in the closet, turned his head towards his wife, "Hungry?"

Her eyes widened and she smiled, still biting her lower lip. He was probably talking about food. She wasn't.

He had missed her cues all day. The damn hormones were driving her crazy and he hadn't even noticed. He hadn't noticed she had been longing for the better part of the day, ever since he'd intruded her personal space before lunch. Every brush of their fingers over the papers had brought goose bumps along her spine, had gotten her heart beat up, the blood pulsing. The boring mess that was desk duty was nowhere near interesting enough to keep her mind off of it. The day had been torturous.

He looked at her his head bobbing to the side in concern.

"Starving," she teased again, looking him straight in the eyes.

Only this time, she wasn't taking the chance that her innuendo was going unnoticed. She took her coat off, letting it drop to the floor with a smile and a wiggle of her eyebrows. Grabbing her husband's waist, she pulled him to her.

Their lips moved in harmony as their tongues battled. His hands were zealously stoking her hair when they parted for air. With her hands roaming across his back she manoeuvred them to change positions, pushing him on the door. His back came in contact with the wood with a loud bang, but it didn't slow them down. He cupped her ass and she brought a leg up to his waist. She thought about taking him right there, right now. That is until she heard something upstairs.

Crap. Alexis.

"Dad? Kate?" called Alexis from the hallway and immediately like two teenagers caught by their parents, they let go of each other. The couple stepped so far away from each other it looked unnaturally funny. Even if their arms were both extended, they wouldn't be able to touch.

The red-head emerged atop the stairs smiling at the picture of her parents. Like she didn't know what they were doing. Why did they think she had called out before getting to the top of the stairs? She wasn't a kid anymore, but still, there was line she didn't want to cross and they were flirting with it. The blush forming on Kate's cheeks was utterly adorable though and the way her father tried to hide it had her laughing.

"Pumpkin? What… What are you doing here?" asked Rick straightening his shirt and hair.

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