I hope this chapter makes sense- I've got a whole 'progression of time' thing going on in this chapter, I hope that is clear and easy to follow.
Me?

I'm a fan of this one.

I mean I don't hate it.

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Ordinary

A deafening 'CRACK' sliced through the thick ambience of the bustling city and a brief flash of light accompanied it. The frenzy of nature was encouraged by the frantic verve of traffic and pedestrians, the weather wreaking havoc in the night. And rain poured onto the city of New York.

Kate Beckett stumbled into the apartment, with Castle right behind her. They were both dripping water onto the floor of his foyer but he couldn't care less. When she stopped and he didn't, he bumped right into her, and he felt her shiver. "Here, let me get you a towel." He made his way to the hall linen closet and grabbed a towel, wrapping up her tiny body in its warmth.

"Shit," she muttered. "I am getting water everywhere."

"Don't worry about it, I don't care," he assured her, leading her now towel-wrapped body to the hall bathroom. "You go in here and dry off, I'm going to see if I can't find you something to wear while your clothes dry, hmm?"

"Castle, I am not wearing your clothes," she told him, firmly.

"Well you are welcome to stay in the ones you're wearing, but I'm going to have to ask for the towel back, and you should know your shirt is see-through. Coffee?" he asked, releasing her and running the words off so fast she could barely register. She peeked under the yellow towel she had wrapped around herself. He was right, she could see right through her soaked blouse.

She grabbed his arm as he made his way past her to the kitchen, stopping him. He arched an eyebrow.

"Fine," she muttered, slipping into the bathroom. "But if you come back with a pair of boxers and a wife beater, so help me I will-"

"I know," he assured her, and she stared at him a moment, determining his honesty before disappearing completely into the bathroom. He guessed he passed her test, and went to see if he could find a pair of sweats that would fit her tiny body.

x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

This is not ordinary, Castle thought.

Kate Beckett sat, curled up with a coffee, on his couch. She had been fitted with the finest- a pair of grey sweat pants with 'writer' down the left leg and a Ravens t-shirt that hung loosely over her shoulders.

This is so much better than ordinary.

He couldn't stop staring at her.
Her in his clothes.
He wanted her to always wear them.

Always.

x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

When had this become ordinary? Kate mused.

She leaned up against one couch arm facing him and he on the opposite one facing her, their legs tangling in the middle.

He was reading a book; she was reading a book.
They sat and read with a very comfortable silence between them, content with each other's presence.

When had she gotten so comfortable here?
In his house.
On his couch.

With him.

She tilted her head to the side, absorbing the sight of her bare feet lost between his socked ones.

She liked this ordinary.

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x

This is ordinary.

Rick Castle was leaning against one arm of the couch, his legs taking up the rest of it, a pillow tucked behind his head and a book propped open in one hand, almost skillfully so. Next to him lay Kate Beckett, completely outstretched beside him, her head on his chest, eyes following the lines on the page as he held it so they could both see.

He was a faster reader than she, a hazard of the occupation, but he didn't mind waiting for her to finish.
Her heels were tucked under the table, her wine glass half-full on the end table and her socks lost somewhere at the opposite end of the couch.

When this had become the norm, he wasn't sure.

But he could get used to this ordinary.

Did you not hate it as much as I did? Didn't? Did.

Loving the response I am getting from these one shots- KEEP IT UP.
Review.

ALSO I need to point out that these are not connected in any way, unless of course stated in the AN.
Just wanted to throw that out there.

So review with your thoughts? :)

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