Wotcher readers :) look! I wrote one!
For Vicky, who is slaving away doing physiology revision for tomorrow. Good luck, Doc, you'll be amazing :)
I don't own anything you recognise.
Kate looked up to see her husband frantically spinning around the living room, waving his arms above his head with a wild expression painted on his face.
"What are you doing now, Rick?" she asked tiredly. He paused momentarily to gaze at her with an affronted frown.
"There's a fly," he whined, resuming his windmill impression. Kate sighed. Of course he'd react like this.
"What's the problem? It's not going to hurt you." Castle let out a grunt of pain as his floundering hand whacked the edge of the bookshelf.
"It's annoying," he moaned. His eyes lit up as he spotted the bright orange fly swat tucked between two books.
"Well, you're annoying sometimes, but I don't try to kill you!" Kate couldn't resist the dig, and smiled fondly at the mock-wounded huff from the man-child.
"Die – you – stupid – fly! Leave – me – alone!" Each word was punctuated by a slap of the swat as Castle bounded after the evasive fly, chasing it round the couch, through the kitchen, past Kate, towards the window, and – "Got it!" he called triumphantly, inspecting the underside of the plastic hand to see the remnants of a wing.
"You definitely got something," Kate retorted, eyeing the trail of destruction that led to her husband. A vase had been knocked off the mantelpiece and lay shattered on the floor beneath a stack of papers that had cascaded off the kitchen top, pulling a mug of coffee with it. By Castle's feet lay the remnants of their curtain rail, tangled in the curtain itself after a particularly enthusiastic wave of the swat had brought it down.
Castle cast a sheepish look at the woman standing opposite him, hand on hip and unimpressed expression burning into him.
"Oops?"
Thoughts?
Also, anyone else excited for season 6? (Stupid question, really)
See ya :)
