Rick's Office, New York, Tuesday Night

Jun 01, 2011 16:15

Rick was deep in thought, caught on one particularly knotty piece of dialogue, when he heard Martha letting someone into the apartment. He perked up immediately, he recognised those footsteps.

"What are you up to, Castle?" Beckett asked, leaning in his doorway. Sadly, she hadn't said that in the 'I hope you're not busy because I need you badly, take off all your clothes. Right now.' tone. She never used the 'I hope you're not busy because I need you badly, take off all your clothes. Right now.' tone with him.

"Nothing important." He hit 'save' bust forgot to close his laptop. "Just some writing."

Something in his tone must have set her instincts off. "Can I see?"

"It's really not that interesting." Wrong thing to say, he could see the wheels in her head turning. It was kind of hot. Which distracted him from her lunge for the laptop.

Dammit.

As she read, her eyebrows started creeping up her forehead. "Castle, are you writing fanfiction?"

Yes. "...no?"

She was like a shark scenting blood in the water. A really, really hot shark. With handcuffs and high heels. Rick was usually much better with metaphors than that, honest. "No need to be ashamed. We've all done it at one time or another"

Hang on a minute, did she mean..."Including you?" Rick didn't care if she was only teasing him. "Can I see?"

Beckett grinned at him. "Sorry, Castle, never give a creator your fic, it's one of the rules of the internet."

Evil woman. Evil, evil woman. Evil, hot, brainy woman.

where: new york, who: beckett, i'm an awesome writer

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