A/N: Sorry this has taken SO long to get to you, hope it was worth the wait. Enjoy :)

"Stop that!" Beckett scolded as he sat in her double bed, in the master bedroom, scratching any single place on his body that he could get to.

She hadn't the luxuries that he possessed which came with fame and success. She only had one bedroom, and a couch, and while Castle was sick, she couldn't very well throw him on the couch. Besides, it wasn't like she wasn't going to be changing the sheets as long as he was out the door.

"I can't help it," he groaned. "It itches."

"Alright," she reasoned. "STOP itching or you're going to end up with scars. And as a brilliant well-known writer you don't want to come out of this with marks all over your face, do you?"

He looked up and smiled. "You think I'm brilliant?"

"You think you are," she responded quickly. Damn, that was close.

Castle frowned and returned to dragging his nails across his irritated skin.

"STOP IT!" she barked, taking old of his wrists.

"It hurts," he pouted folding his hands together. "This calamine lotion isn't doing ANYTHING!"

"I will run you a bath. You can soak in that… and then slather yourself with Zinc Oxide. I think I have some around here some place," her eyes darted around the room and to the medicine cupboard. Maybe she'd left it in there… "I'll look for it while you're soaking in the tub!" she said more to herself than to him.

It took a while for Beckett to sort out the bath tub, and organize the Zinc and once she did, Castle looked close to putting a bullet in his head. His irritation level was next to zero. She tested the water with her hand one more time and then called Castle into the bathroom.

"Are you staying?" he grinned pulling the shirt gently from his back.

She tried not to stare.

"Um… no," she smiled. "You must be feeling better."

"No," he pouted. "But I might if you stay with me."

"Nice try," she grinned. "I have to check on Mal…"

She closed the door behind him as he began to strip down to his boxer shorts. She would have watched him for a while longer, if she'd been an invisible fly on the wall.

I know I'm evil, for making it so short. I'm sorry. Really. But I have SO many things to do, and if it wasn't short, who knows how much longer you'd be waiting. I hope you liked it. Reviews are nice friends… and good reasons to update faster. :0