Disclaimer: The wording is mine but the characters aren't

A.N, Apologies in advance if this offends anybody, but I have always been interested in what goes on between the scenes. The very long car rides for example. I figure those normal things and how they do them is pretty interesting character studies. I can see Castle fiddling with the radio. Now by season 4 I can even see Beckett starting to humm a little.

So this is just one of those normal things.

Hope you enjoy and review.

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Oh wow he was going to have to relieve himself while practically holding hands with Kate frickin' Beckett.

Okay, must think about something else.

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"I am entering the female's toilets."

It was a quiet whisper and she couldn't help but look over at him to see what he was doing. His shoulders were slightly hunched and he looked …sneaky. She figured that made sense. He was a male in the female's bathroom.

She did a quick scan of the stalls and found to her relief that they were all unoccupied.

"This can't be happening. I am not going to get into a toilet cubicle with Richard Castle."

"Just be glad that it's me."

"What's that supposed to mean? And don't even try and tell me that there is a woman alive who would be jealous of me right now. I assure you there is no such woman."

"Thanks for that ego boost," he muttered as she pushed the door open and stepped in.

She stopped as she reached the white porcelain and he crashed into her back, his momentum pitching her forwards. With a surprised cry she threw out her free arm to catch herself on the back of the stall.

"Castle!"

"What?" He replied both sorry and stung at her tone. "Did you forget I have to be in the stall before you close the door?"

She just glared at him.

Uncharacteristically he didn't look repentant but held her eyes. This is not only my fault. It radiated out of his eyes and her head dropped in defeat. He took that as the only apology he was going to get and stepped further into the cubicle, pressing himself flush with her back and reaching behind him with his free hand to swing the door closed.

"You're squashing me," she said quietly, trying desperately to distract herself from the hot line of him pressed up against every inch of her back. She almost hit her head against the wall, it was so close, for lowering her voice that way. As if this could get any more uncomfortable. But there was something about extreme proximity with Castle which choked her throat and set her heart to hammering.

The hammering kicked up to a brand new level as his free arm slid around her middle and pulled her close up against him. She couldn't even choke out the words to ask him what he was doing before he was stepping back. Oh. Ok. He had just been helping her stand back up. Didn't want her pushing off the wall with just one hand. Being a gentleman. That did not help slow her heart rate.

"So how do you want to do this?" His voice was low and she desperately bit down the reply that jumped to her head.

In a bed.

Usually he was the one with the innuendo. The things that man did to her mind…

She bit her lip and wordlessly turned to make her way towards the door of the stall. She deliberately faced the vinyl door trying to memorize the no smoking poster in a pathetic attempt to stop thinking about the man whose back she could feel against her own if she moved at all.

"Um, Beckett?"

"What?" She breathed. Oh God. What now?

"Can you help me with this button?"

"No." She choked out. Hell no.

His silence was a little hurt but right then she didn't care. There was no way she was going to help Richard Castle get into his pants. How much control was she expected to have?

"Okay," he hesitated. "Could you at least move a little closer so that I can use my other hand?"

"What?" She choked.

"Not for that part," he blurted out. She could almost feel the heat of his blush. "Just for the button."

She drew in a steadying breath and moved to stand as close to his side as possible. "If you ever even think about mentioning this to anyone…"

"Beckett!"

She jerked in surprise as his voice echoed of the walls. Not the reaction she was expecting.

"Close your eyes!"

The genuine shock had him sounding a little breathless and his voice came out almost a full octave above his usual baritone. The ridiculousness of the situation coupled with his pre-school-like cry caused an involuntary giggle to escape her lips.

"Katherine Beckett." His voice was serious. "You did not just giggle at me."

He almost sounded like Lanie. She let out another and threw up her free hand to cover her mouth.

"I'm serious, Beckett. Imagine if someone was eavesdropping right now. Do you know how bad it would sound with you giggling? I have nothing to giggle over."

Her laugh echoed off the walls. He looked over at her indignantly but with an increasingly large grin as he took in her open smile and laughter. She shook her head, sending her hair flying. She couldn't stop.

It wouldn't just be his reputation. If people ever heard her giggle, especially if they misread what was going on in the cubicle, her hard-earned reputation as a bad-ass detective would be in ruins. She could hear the talk now. Yeah, she might look like a ball-buster but she giggles in the sack. As if she would jump Castle in a toilet stall. A women's toilet stall on the homicide floor. Even the thought of someone, probably Karpowski, listening in didn't help. If anything it only made her laugh harder at the thought she would laugh when she finally saw Castle in all his glory. Hold up…finally? Losing my mind here.

"You better have your eyes shut, detective," he said as she reined her laughter in.

"Don't worry," she snorted. "I'll respect your virtue."

"What virtue?" he whispered.

She felt her arm drawn towards him and suddenly her fingertips brushed against denim. All thought of laughter strangled under the heat of her cheeks. She heard the faint sound of the zip parting and a rustle. Could her face get any redder? She doubted it. If he saw how much this got to her she would never hear the end of it.

"Castle," she whispered. Why was she whispering?

"What?" His deep voice was far too appealing as it rasped through the dark.

"Close your eyes." She hoped he didn't pick up on the slight tremble in her voice.

"What?"

"Close them."

"As a female you probably don't know this, but you do not close your eyes on the job. It gets messy."

"Oh God, Castle. Too much information."

"I'm not kidding."

Thankfully she felt her hand returned to her side so he must have freed himself and kept his promise. One handed. She violently threw out the image her mind used to compromise her lack of sight. She hadn't blushed this much since…

"Just keep your eyes forward and get on with it," she hissed.

"You're lucky that I have the skills to do this part one handed."

"For the love of God shut up," she pleaded.

"You want to listen?" he asked.

Her head dropped and she forced back the scream she felt building. She was going to kill Lanie. Really. Perlmutter might even help her pass it off as an accident. After all, if Lanie was gone there wouldn't be a constant stream of Detectives randomly showing up at the morgue. Herself included. Plus Perlmutter must hate the looks and conversations between his co-worker and her detective on-and-off boyfriend.

"Are you going to wait all day, Castle?"

"Uh…"

It occurred to her that he sounded nervous. It was kind of sweet. She had little experience with a completely open and unaffected Castle. But it made sense. She couldn't think of another person anywhere she would be comfortable using the bathroom with. Not Lanie or even her father, if push came to shove. She figured that since men used open urinals all the time, Castle wouldn't be too concerned about it. Was it was because it was with her? It was kind of sweet that he cared enough to be uncomfortable and to think of her comfort. After all he had pretty much just said that the reason he was talking was to mask the sounds for her. The least she could do was let him know that she appreciated it.

"So, you really think that act of yours is going to hold up?"

There was a beat of silence. It lasted a lot longer in the darkness.

Then his voice overcame her senses. "My act? That was all me. I am completely bad ass."

She felt him nudge her shoulder lightly. A thank you.

She scoffed. "Whatever. You scream better than me and I throw a ball better than you."

He gasped. "Ooh, that little rat. I can't believe Alexis told you about that. Besides, since when does throwing a baseball have anything to do with being bad ass?"

"Who said Alexis told me?" She countered.

"Who else.. don't tell me it was my mother."

"And if it was?" She couldn't help the grin that stretched her face. He sounded appalled.

"You talk to my mother?"

"Maybe."

"OK. That has to stop."

In the dark she couldn't see if he was serious or not. He sounded serious. Her smile dropped off abruptly. Was it wrong for her to be talking to his mother?

There was a quiet drip.

"You both have enough fuel as it is. The last thing I need is for you to pool your separate stories. I'll never have another minutes peace."

"I thought you were convinced you weren't going to get any. Until your mother moved out anyway," she sighed out, relieved.

"You have a point."

"Plus, do you really want peace, Castle?"

He was quiet for a beat. "World peace? Yes. In my house? You're right, not so much."

He sounded pretty down about that. She almost bit her tongue as she realized that he was probably thinking about Alexis being about to leave the nest. Now was not the time to be thinking about that.

"You can open them, Beckett." The sound of a flush was very loud. "I'm done."

She opened her eyes to the sight of Castle crowding against the far wall so she would have enough room to move forward and open the door. How many times were they going to have to do this before the cuffs came off? Note to self. Stop drinking too much.

"Uh, Castle?" Might as well get this over and done with, she figured.

"Yup? Not enough room back there? Hold on a sec…" he moved to shuffle forward, even closer to the wall when her yank on the cuffs stopped him.

"What?"

"I was just going to say that while we're here…" she broke off. Please don't make me say it.

"Oh. Oh. Uh…"