I promised soon and look I kept that promise so if I don't get my reviews…I'm not a meth induced detective with savy moves but…I did take Karate. HIYA! I karate chop you!

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It was a frantic lunge for the front door. If the top lock was still locked she was somewhere in his very very large penthouse…unless of course she'd taken his keys. Where were his keys?

He frantically patted himself down then remembered with a sigh that he'd hidden his keys in a box in the kitchen…just in case.

His frantic thundering run veered towards the kitchen…it wouldn't hurt to check. He climbed onto the kitchen countertop and began to panic when he couldn't find the box on top of the cabinet. He calmed slightly as his fingertips brushed the cool metal box.

He needn't have worried...

"CASTLE!" came the furious roar.

He tumbled backwards from the kitchen counter and landed with a hard smack and a gasp. He was definitely going to bruise, at least she wasn't roaming around his building or worse outside.

"CASTLE!"

"Coming, Coming" he grumbled, wincing as he picked himself up off the tiled floor.

He hobbled slowly through a few rooms searching for what he could only guess by the tone was a livid detective.

"Beckett?" he yelled, giving up, she could be in any number of rooms.

"Castle…"

He jumped as the hard, angry voice traveled from the room just across the hall and he gulped.

She was in the study.

He stifled a groan; there could be any number of things she was angry about in that room.

There was that one particular picture he'd paid a photographer for so they wouldn't publish it. The picture wasn't an unflattering actually in truth it was completely the opposite and that was the problem. The photographer had stood at just the right angle. Little was left to the imagination in the shot and though her head was angled down and away from the camera in respite it looked as if she'd posed that way, lips pouty, eyes teasingly turned away as if daring the viewer to come after her. God only knew what every man in America might do with that picture. Sure, he should have just burned the damn thing but he couldn't bring himself to do it. And, maybe, he shouldn't have framed it but he hadn't wanted it to get ruined.

Maybe, she was mad about his latest manuscript, thirty minutes was enough time to get to the steamier sections…he really hoped he'd changed the names but really who did she think he imagined when he wrote those scenes, the characters were based off of them.

But, then again, it could be today's newspaper article. He could only thank God that they'd gotten an early call so she hadn't the chance to read it this morning.

New York Times:

"Castle and his muse were spotted yesterday in Au Paris, a popular spot for couples, holding hands as they exited the restaurant. Does this mean they really are a couple? Castle's publisher gave this telling statement: He has his own life that he does with as he pleases with those that please him"

Of course Gina would throw him under the bus like that, 'It's good for sales and free publicity. Keep up the good work, Rick' was all she said when he'd called desperate for her to make another statement. He'd only grabbed Beckett's hand to look at the bracelet Lanie had given her and then he'd kept a hold of it to piss her off. He'd gotten a twist of the ear, which of course the journalist had failed to mention, but it had been worth it. They'd been at Au Paris because he'd been raving about it all week and then decided, on a whim, that he'd take the whole gang out for lunch only they'd all bailed at the last second, he was still suspicious about that. Lanie's excuse about a fresh body was reasonable but Ryan and Esposito's forgotten paper work seemed sketchy, they'd do anything to get out of paperwork.

He trudged slowly into the study. Beckett angry was a sight to see and one he knew well but who knew what a meth induced anger would be like directed at him. He shuddered, he'd seen what she'd done to that speaker in the elevator and he really wished he had updated his will.

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One minute he was up right and the next he was on his knees pain shooting through his left arm, a volatile Katherine Beckett loomed over him doing something extremely paralyzing to his whole body by contorting his left hand.

"I think you have something to tell me." She said dangerously as she tweaked his hand and sent sharp pains shooting through his body.

Even through the haze of pain he noticed how beautiful she looked, the lights of the study set an ethereal glow about her hair that matched her look of wrath and fury.

"Now would be a really good time." She said through clenched teeth.

He shook his head clearing his distracted thoughts. He had no idea which one of the many things she'd come across and if he got it wrong he'd be in a larger hole than he already was.

"Now Beckett, let's be reasonable-" He began then stuttered to a halt as she released his hand and stepped back.

Uh oh…this was not good. This hadn't even crossed his mind.

She stood, one hand on her cocked hip, eyes burning, as she held a poster that swung slowly from her hand.

He gulped and reiterated his earlier bought of 'shit'.

"Oh, you're in for a whole pile of shit, mister," she barked.

He jumped in fright and realized he'd spoken his worry out loud.

"This! This…" Jerky movements belied just how much she was containing her outrage and she seemed to be at a loss for words which only spiraled her into further darkness.

"I swear I was going to tell you."

"GOING to tell me! Going to tell me!" she screeched, "Like you told me about the cover of the first book? How about the second? When were you going to tell me about…this? When it was too late for me to say absolutely not?"

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Fuzzy bunnykins! What is the poster for? What's on the poster that has her in a rage? Is it a publicity stunt is it something more heinous? Tune in next week to find out!

Oh look at that another cliffy *absorbs pouts and glares* I'm going to guess you didn't like me leaving it there…well too bad! You have to give me more reviews before I give you more story oh and btw I pretty much have the next chappy written sooo…the faster you review the faster you get the chapter! :D wahahahahaha-ahhhhh *runs away screaming from the pitch forks*