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Castle was sound asleep when his phone rang. He expected it to be Kate, waking him up and telling him to go to the precinct. But it wasn't Kate. His phone screen showed a number which he couldn't recognize. Surprised, he answered.

'Hello?' he said in a voice which informed he had been sleeping.

'Richard?' a female voice asked.

'Yes, who's this?'

'Don't you remember me?'

'Mmm... Refresh my mind.'

'We met yesterday...' Oh, no. 'and I gave you my number...' No! He forgot to get rid of it. It was still on his pocket.

'Oh, hello, Kristina. How are you?'

'Fine. Did I wake you up' she asked chuckling.

'No.' he lied 'Hey, how did you get my number?'

'I'm a journalist, remember? I can know about everything.' she said to look interesting. 'Well,' she continued 'the actual motive of my call is a proposal. Want to listen to it?'

'Tell me.'

'First of all, I must congratulate you for the 'Frozen Heat' success. One week since it was published and it is already on the top one of 'The New York Times' best-seller list.'

'Thank you.'

'Now, listen.' he didn't know if he wanted to 'I've been told by superiors to write an article about you and this best-seller, Frozen Heat. You know, interview, some pictures, and that kind of stuff.'

'Okay.'

'Is that a yes?'

'Yes, but with one condition.'

He thought last time Cosmopolitan magazine centred on him and Beckett as the inspiration for Nikki Heat. Maybe he could manage to draw the attention to Esposito and Ryan and also to the whole precinct in a way to advertise them.

'Tell me, baby.'

Baby?Really? Even Kate didn't call him like that. She called him 'honey', 'Rick', 'Ricky'. But not 'baby'. The interview would be a hell.

'I have to ask Beckett, but...'

''Who's Beckett?''

'Detective Kate Beckett.'

'…'

'Nikki Heat?' he helped her.

'Oh, okay.'

Gosh, you met her yesterday. If she had even read 'Heat Wave', she may wonder what the KB initials on the dedication meant.

'Anyway, I still have to ask her, but I want it to be at the precinct. The interview, I mean. And I want pictures of the whole group, not just me or Beckett.'

Maybe her capability to remember people was not her strong point but she was a good journalist. Now that he had her number, they arranged Castle would call her to give her green light if Beckett agreed.

Beckett was sat on her desk when Castle arrived with two coffees and a 'good morning' on his lips.

'Good morning' she replied and rose her eyes from the papers she had between her hands to look at him.

'How is it going?' he asked pointing at the considerable amount of papers.

'Not really good'

He looked at her board. Almost empty.

'Congratulations' she said and after that, she gave him a copy of the best-sellers book list. Frozen Heat was on the top one.

He gave her a smile before sighing.

'I have to ask you something' he informed her.

'Tell me.' she encouraged without taking her eyes off the paperwork.

He took a deep breath.

'Coterra has called. She wants to interview me about the book.'

'So?' she felt how something she couldn't describe was rising on her chest.

'I told her that I wanted the interview to be here, at the precinct. I think last Heat Wave interview centred on just you and me. I know it's late to change what has been done but I think this time, it could be a good way to advertise the great work this precinct in particular does.'

'You know she's not interested on this precinct or the work we do, don't you?

Kate knew Coterra was just interested on him. No more, no less. Yes, she was a good journalist and even better with words as the articles she wrote testified, but her actions betrayed her. Beckett also knew the interview would centre on him.

'What do you mean?'

'Oh! Come on, Castle, you do know what I mean.' she spit out

He thought twice. He did know what she meant. Her number. Baby.

'Don't worry, I'll draw the attention.' he tried to convince her.

That time, Beckett thought twice. He didn't give her any sign or indication he would interest on the journalist. Even she was suspicious about how they had contacted earlier that morning.

'Okay.' she finally said, giving in.

'Do I have permission?' he asked.

'Well, I'm not the one who was to give you green light.' and she looked at him trying to hold back a laugh.

'You mean I...' he interrupted himself pointing with his thumb over his shoulder to Gates' office.

She nodded slowly twice.

'Oh no!' he exclaimed and then his face light up 'Could you...?'

'Nope!' and she reaffirmed it shaking her head.

'Yo, Beckett!' Esposito yelled from his desk and made a gesture with his hand for her to come over his table.

The perfect excuse. Beckett left her desk in order to head towards Javi's hoping Gates would decline his proposal. Five minutes later and with a new information about the murder gun, Beckett went back to her desk. A minute later Castle left Gate's office rising his thumbs to Beckett.

'I can't believe it...' Beckett said, holding her head by her forehead and placing her elbow on the wood.

And then he called her. He put his phone on his ear and just said:

'Green light'.

Half an hour later, Coterra and two photographers showed at the place. Beckett gazed at her entrance and her mind played it slow motioned. Like a diva walks on a red carped followed by two bodyguards. She shook her head to get rid of that image. Then, the journalist stood next to Castle to ask:

'Are you ready?'

Later, everything went really quick. Photographers started taking pictures. Now just Castle. Now Beckett on her desk. Now Esposito and Ryan. That picture was especially hard to take since tension on the air could be cut. Now the whole group. Castle was the one who directed that picture. He put Gates in the middle with Ryan and Esposito to each side but a step back; next to Esposito, Beckett and he set himself next to Ryan. When Beckett thought they were done, something came in her way. Kristina handled her personal phone to a photographer and told him to take a picture of her and Castle. She got him by his waist and he was forced to place his hand on her shoulder.

'Say 'Twitter''. She said between her teeth while she was smiling to the camera.

Beckett made a great effort in order not to roll her eyes. But things were getting worse and worse. After letting the photographers go, Kristina decided that they had time for the interview so she asked Castle if she could follow him a bit to find out how his everyday was. He looked at Beckett, who shrugged her shoulders, in a gesture to make out like she didn't care to have Kristina around. Back to work, Ryan paid visit to Beckett's desk to inform her they had found the murder weapon. A Glock 45. And they were lucky CSU had found fingerprints on it.

'AFIS has been an hour looking for our suspect but we haven't been lucky yet.' Ryan said.

'What's 'AFIS'?' Kristina wanted to know.

'Automated Fingerprint Identification System.' Castle informed her 'Am I right, detective? And he looked at Beckett looking for an obvious answer.

He had been compiling information about police world for now four years, of course he knew what AFIS was and meant.

'You're right, Castle.'

And then he started explaining her what it was.

'It is like a data base which contains the fingerprints of every criminal with records. So, if you're very lucky and AFIS gives you a match when you introduce that gun fingerprints, you may have a suspect.'

'Will I find you if I look for your fingerprints on AFIS?' Kristina asked him.

Beckett couldn't believe it. Was she really asking him if he had records? Gosh, that girl would be good as a detective, they met half an hour ago and she had asked him about his past? Castle swallowed before answering:

'Mmm... Yes.' He said honestly and frowning.

'What have you done, bad boy?' She asked chuckling, something which was daily for her when she was trying to get off with someone, it seemed.

At that moment, Beckett had to stand and head for her murder board, giving it a tutorial on how to snort and roll eyes. He won't dare to answer that...

'I borrowed without permission a horse owned by police forces' Castle continued.

Kristina's fake laughter was driving Beckett crazy and when she decided she had enough, Beckett told them they could go to start their interview to the break room whenever they wanted. Castle could feel Beckett's anger in the air so he concluded the best was to lead Kristina to the break room, offer her a coffee and start the damn interview.

When they finally got in, Castle offered her a coffee which she accepted as she sat down and turned on a tape recorder. When he had both coffees ready, he turned around and he was forced to look at it. A neckline showed her generous breast so he sat down quickly to look at her face and forget about her body. Castle started getting annoyed with her attitude, but he knew the best was to play by her rules so he answered to every question feeling like he was trying to make out with her in a bar than in a formal interview. Some of the questions seemed off the record but he had to recognize she was a great journalist, but he had to lie to some questions like:

'Tell me,' she started 'once you have compiled all information you need for your novel, why do keep coming? I've feel this precinct is like your second home.'

He wanted to say 'The reason is Beckett' but of course he couldn't. Instead, he said:

'It is really interesting. These people don't have a routine, and that's what I love. Sometimes you have to wake up at five AM and next day you go to bed by that time. Furthermore, I feel like I can do something for them. Of course, they don't need my help, they're self-sufficient, but it is great to give them a hand.

Phew. He didn't see the time the interview finished.

Beckett was staring at them and aching on the inside seeing his attitude with her. Was he flirting with her? Maybe it was the other way round. Not maybe, definitely. But what bothered her the most was that he was answering to her flirting. The height was when Kristina put her hand on his smiling at him and he smiled her back. She had had enough. She sat on her desk trying to focus on her case. She couldn't. She rose her eyes to the ceiling and after remembering the events of the day, she started wondering. About them. Their relationship. His attitude was not normal on a person who had started a relationship a week and a half ago. She looked at his chair holding her head with one hand. It was definitely not normal. Had he really called her? She didn't see him getting rid of the damn paper which contained Kristina's number. Then it was obvious. The detective and the successful novelist. The famous journalist and the successful novelist. The second one sounded better. That was it. That was what it had been. She decided they would have a talk later.

AN: Oops. Last chapter was too short and this one is too long. I'm sorry. I can't control myself when ideas come out of my mind. Please tell me if there's any mistake in order to edit it. Thanks for reading. :)