Castle: All Because: Kate/Rick [PG]
Characters: Kate Beckett, Rick Castle
Pairing: Kate/Rick
Word Count: 367
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Summary: Kate gets woken in the middle of the night
Kate was a light sleeper, so when a soft click echoed from her living room, she was awake immediately. She hitched up in the bed and listened. There was a muted clunk that sounded like the window latch opening. Nerves jangling, she pushed back the covers and swung her legs, stood slowly and picked up her gun from the nightstand.
The figures on her alarm clock read one in the morning. Something scraped on the window, a high-pitched screech like fingernails on a blackboard. Kate shuddered at the sound and padded to the door. Already ajar, she edged it open and peered through the gap.
A black-clothed figure was coming through the small, open window. The thief seemed to have misjudged the size of the aperture and was struggling to squeeze through.
Kate looked at the rope slung diagonally across his torso, the tight turtle-necked top and the black leather gloves, and had a really bad feeling.
“Ethan Hawk you are not,” she said in a dry tone. Her voice startled her midnight caller and he jerked, which unsettled his precarious balance and he toppled into the room, performing a belly flop onto the carpet that made Kate wince.
She flicked on the light and stalked across the room, snatched the balaclava off his head to reveal mussed brown hair and an expression of contrived innocence that considering she had just caught him breaking into her apartment was laughable.
“What the hell are you playing at, Castle?”
“Well,” he drawled and shoved himself into a sitting position. “It was supposed to be a surprise. So I can’t tell.”
Kate squatted and waved the gun in his face. “Did you forget that I’m a cop? That I can shoot your ass if there is reasonable cause? I think breaking and entering counts as reasonable cause, Castle.”
He looked indecisive. She made a show of taking the safety catch off. He sat a little straighter.
“All because,” he murmured and dug in the bag he had carried, withdrew a small black and rather battered box and handed it to her. “The lady loves Milk Tray?”
Kate stared at the box. Bit her lip. Then dissolved into gales of laughter.
Pairing: Kate/Rick
Word Count: 367
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Summary: Kate gets woken in the middle of the night
Kate was a light sleeper, so when a soft click echoed from her living room, she was awake immediately. She hitched up in the bed and listened. There was a muted clunk that sounded like the window latch opening. Nerves jangling, she pushed back the covers and swung her legs, stood slowly and picked up her gun from the nightstand.
The figures on her alarm clock read one in the morning. Something scraped on the window, a high-pitched screech like fingernails on a blackboard. Kate shuddered at the sound and padded to the door. Already ajar, she edged it open and peered through the gap.
A black-clothed figure was coming through the small, open window. The thief seemed to have misjudged the size of the aperture and was struggling to squeeze through.
Kate looked at the rope slung diagonally across his torso, the tight turtle-necked top and the black leather gloves, and had a really bad feeling.
“Ethan Hawk you are not,” she said in a dry tone. Her voice startled her midnight caller and he jerked, which unsettled his precarious balance and he toppled into the room, performing a belly flop onto the carpet that made Kate wince.
She flicked on the light and stalked across the room, snatched the balaclava off his head to reveal mussed brown hair and an expression of contrived innocence that considering she had just caught him breaking into her apartment was laughable.
“What the hell are you playing at, Castle?”
“Well,” he drawled and shoved himself into a sitting position. “It was supposed to be a surprise. So I can’t tell.”
Kate squatted and waved the gun in his face. “Did you forget that I’m a cop? That I can shoot your ass if there is reasonable cause? I think breaking and entering counts as reasonable cause, Castle.”
He looked indecisive. She made a show of taking the safety catch off. He sat a little straighter.
“All because,” he murmured and dug in the bag he had carried, withdrew a small black and rather battered box and handed it to her. “The lady loves Milk Tray?”
Kate stared at the box. Bit her lip. Then dissolved into gales of laughter.