The Hopeful Lights of Winter
Disclaimer: I still don't own it, and I am back to being a poor student with bills, so I'm even less worth suing.
AN: Castle and Beckett try to navigate the holiday season and a fake separation at the same time. A Winter Ficathon story, and a nightly thank you gift for those involved in the Possibility4Joy project.
When she actually bought the burners, she had half believed she could make a bit of a joke of it. For the couple that has everything, again. But then the lead came in and time caught up with her. Instead, she dropped the device hurriedly at his PI office.
She sent a simple text from her own device, trusting him to understand.
Have to go quiet, stay safe. Home soon.
Halfway to her rendezvous point, comes a reply.
See you at my place.
A smile formed when she decided that message. Good. He'd be safe. Now she just had to return that favor.
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By the time she was able to actually get to his place, it was several hours, a spitting headache, and one dead end later. She let herself into his hidden room and fond him snoring softly on the large overstuffed sofa.
She shed as much of her day and her work clothes as she reasonable could, then claimed the narrow space left to her in front of him.
Almost immediately, his arm came around her and pulled her tightly against him.
"You're home," he sighed out, still mostly asleep.
It's not their bed at the loft, but yeah, she was home.
Home was wherever he was, really.