Castle Fic: Fancy Dress (1/1)
Title: Fancy Dress
Author: nytel
Fandom: Castle
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Characters/Pairing: Castle; Beckett; Castle/Beckett
Word Count: 724
Prompt: Castle & Kate; fancy dress - from brokenmnemonic
Summary: “So, in the next book, Nikki Heat is going to be wearing that?”
Disclaimer: They're not mine, I'm just borrowing them for a while.
A/N:Comments are ♥♥♥
Fancy Dress
Kate arrives at the precinct earlier than normal one day. She’s surprised when she finds Castle already sitting at her desk. He has a full mug of coffee, as well as a bagel beside him, but he’s not paying either any attention; his gaze is focused intently on her computer screen.
As Kate slowly makes her way up behind him she catches glimpses of various fashion websites as Castle clicks between different open internet browser tabs. What on Earth…? She had originally thought he might be doing research for their current case, but she didn’t know how this could possibly be related to their murdered drug dealer. When she finally gets close enough to read the search term he has typed into the Google toolbar, she nearly laughs.
“Fancy dress, Castle?” she asks in amusement.
The second her voice breaks the silence he jumps, then slowly swivels the chair to face her. “Good morning, Detective.” And that quickly he’s completely regained what little composure he had lost.
Kate nods. “Morning.”
He looks over his shoulder back at the computer screen, which is filled with a picture of a deep purple evening gown, with excessive detailing near the top and a side slit that practically tears the dress in half. “I guess this probably looks a little weird, doesn’t it?”
“You could say that.”
He faces her again. “It’s not what you think,” he states.
“Oh, really? And what is it that I think?”
He shrugs. “I have no idea, but whatever it is, that’s not it.”
Kate fights the urge to roll her eyes.
“I’m doing research,” he says, as if that explains it all.
She knows that she must look confused. “Research?”
“Yes.”
“Alright, please explain to me how this pertains to our vic and/or any of our suspects?”
Now it’s Castle’s turn to look confused. It takes him a second, but then he smiles. “No, no, no. Not research for the case; research for the next Nikki Heat novel.”
She has to admit, that makes a lot more sense. “So, in the next book, Nikki Heat is going to be wearing that?” She points to the screen.
Castle turns his chair back around to stare at the computer straight on. “Well, I don’t know, I kind of like it.”
The more Kate stares at it, the more offended she is by it. In fact, she has to suppress a shudder from running down her spine. “That is a horrid dress, Castle.”
“What?!” he asks in astonishment. “That is not a horrid dress.”
“It looks like something a very expensive prostitute would wear. Unless of course that’s what you’re going for, in which case you’re right on the mark.”
Castle cringes. “Not quite what I was aiming at.”
Kate almost feels bad for him. It does seem like he’s genuinely trying to pick out a dress to describe in the next book, and one that should seem at least somewhat elegant. She had been planning to get an early start on tracking down leads for their case, but she figures it can wait a few minutes. Grabbing the chair from the next desk over, she wheels it beside Castle and sits down.
“Okay,” she says. “Show me the options and I’ll tell you what Nikki Heat would really wear.”
He fixes her with a grin that makes her stomach suddenly feel funny. But before she can think any further of it, he’s clicking through dress images as he explains to her the scene he’s writing.
It takes them nearly half an hour, but finally they find the perfect Nikki Heat dress. It’s solid blue, floor-length and long-sleeved. The fabric on the front stops high, right at the collarbone. The back however… that’s what makes it Nikki Heat. (And if Kate is perfectly honest, that’s what makes her fall in love with it.) The back is low cut, so much that it’s practically not there. It scoops down smoothly, stopping just above hips.
“Nice choice, Detective,” Castle says as he saves the image and emails it to himself. “Now what’s the chance that I’ll ever get to see you in something like that?” His voice has that I’m-teasing-you-just-to-tease-you quality to it that she’s gotten so used to over the months they’ve worked together.
She merely laughs. “In your dreams, Castle.”
The End
Author: nytel
Fandom: Castle
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Characters/Pairing: Castle; Beckett; Castle/Beckett
Word Count: 724
Prompt: Castle & Kate; fancy dress - from brokenmnemonic
Summary: “So, in the next book, Nikki Heat is going to be wearing that?”
Disclaimer: They're not mine, I'm just borrowing them for a while.
A/N:Comments are ♥♥♥
Fancy Dress
Kate arrives at the precinct earlier than normal one day. She’s surprised when she finds Castle already sitting at her desk. He has a full mug of coffee, as well as a bagel beside him, but he’s not paying either any attention; his gaze is focused intently on her computer screen.
As Kate slowly makes her way up behind him she catches glimpses of various fashion websites as Castle clicks between different open internet browser tabs. What on Earth…? She had originally thought he might be doing research for their current case, but she didn’t know how this could possibly be related to their murdered drug dealer. When she finally gets close enough to read the search term he has typed into the Google toolbar, she nearly laughs.
“Fancy dress, Castle?” she asks in amusement.
The second her voice breaks the silence he jumps, then slowly swivels the chair to face her. “Good morning, Detective.” And that quickly he’s completely regained what little composure he had lost.
Kate nods. “Morning.”
He looks over his shoulder back at the computer screen, which is filled with a picture of a deep purple evening gown, with excessive detailing near the top and a side slit that practically tears the dress in half. “I guess this probably looks a little weird, doesn’t it?”
“You could say that.”
He faces her again. “It’s not what you think,” he states.
“Oh, really? And what is it that I think?”
He shrugs. “I have no idea, but whatever it is, that’s not it.”
Kate fights the urge to roll her eyes.
“I’m doing research,” he says, as if that explains it all.
She knows that she must look confused. “Research?”
“Yes.”
“Alright, please explain to me how this pertains to our vic and/or any of our suspects?”
Now it’s Castle’s turn to look confused. It takes him a second, but then he smiles. “No, no, no. Not research for the case; research for the next Nikki Heat novel.”
She has to admit, that makes a lot more sense. “So, in the next book, Nikki Heat is going to be wearing that?” She points to the screen.
Castle turns his chair back around to stare at the computer straight on. “Well, I don’t know, I kind of like it.”
The more Kate stares at it, the more offended she is by it. In fact, she has to suppress a shudder from running down her spine. “That is a horrid dress, Castle.”
“What?!” he asks in astonishment. “That is not a horrid dress.”
“It looks like something a very expensive prostitute would wear. Unless of course that’s what you’re going for, in which case you’re right on the mark.”
Castle cringes. “Not quite what I was aiming at.”
Kate almost feels bad for him. It does seem like he’s genuinely trying to pick out a dress to describe in the next book, and one that should seem at least somewhat elegant. She had been planning to get an early start on tracking down leads for their case, but she figures it can wait a few minutes. Grabbing the chair from the next desk over, she wheels it beside Castle and sits down.
“Okay,” she says. “Show me the options and I’ll tell you what Nikki Heat would really wear.”
He fixes her with a grin that makes her stomach suddenly feel funny. But before she can think any further of it, he’s clicking through dress images as he explains to her the scene he’s writing.
It takes them nearly half an hour, but finally they find the perfect Nikki Heat dress. It’s solid blue, floor-length and long-sleeved. The fabric on the front stops high, right at the collarbone. The back however… that’s what makes it Nikki Heat. (And if Kate is perfectly honest, that’s what makes her fall in love with it.) The back is low cut, so much that it’s practically not there. It scoops down smoothly, stopping just above hips.
“Nice choice, Detective,” Castle says as he saves the image and emails it to himself. “Now what’s the chance that I’ll ever get to see you in something like that?” His voice has that I’m-teasing-you-just-to-tease-you quality to it that she’s gotten so used to over the months they’ve worked together.
She merely laughs. “In your dreams, Castle.”
The End