Busted (pt 4) [Castle/Beckett]
busted - part four (Ryan and Esposito)
The story of how Castle and Beckett get totally busted by literally every person they know.
castle/beckett - pg-13
a/n: Also known as: How Everyone Finds out Castle and Becket are Banging.
Ryan has a list.
Ryan has a list that he hides on the last page of the notebook he takes to crime scenes, but it’s there, and he is watching.
That’s what he says anyway, dramatically and with a flourish as he and Esposito trade the notebook back and forth, sharing intel like they’re in the CIA.
1. Found a suspicious long, light brown hair on Castle’s jacket. Removed with tweezers while he was in interrogation and forwarded to Lanie for testing. Results pending.
Elevator rides are dangerous now, or challenges, depending how one looks at things. He’s more the type to view it as the latter, but she’s carrying a gun again and neither of them wants Gates on their back about their new status. So they’re being careful. Touching is for home, and well, trying not to touch is for work.
They do try.
Not touching is hard.
“I can still be in on this interrogation, right?” he asks her, leaning in closer than is necessary. They’re alone for once, sliding between floors as they head up, and he just can’t help himself.
“If you can behave.” She stares at him from under her eyelashes as he tries to look innocent, like he doesn’t know what she’s talking about, like he didn’t shove her into a stairwell after the first interrogation they did together after coming back to the Twelfth.
“I’ll try,” he breathes, right next to her ear now, nose nudging away the soft curl of her hair. The hitch in her breathing is barely detectable, but he catches it, lets his mouth brush lightly against her cheek as she rocks back on her heels, trying not to engage.
A hot huff of air spills from her as she gives in, just for a second, to his proximity, presses one hard, open mouthed kiss to his lips and then shoves him away. His eyes are wide and unfocused as the elevator doors ping open and she walks out backward.
Her stare is all the warning he needs. Be cool, Castle. Be cool.
He’s hot though, a little warm under the collar, so he slides his jacket off as they pass her desk, draping it over the back of her chair, and then follows her hurriedly to the interrogation room.
He does not want to miss this.
2. Beckett arrives at the precinct in a turtleneck. It is 92 degrees outside.
A bead of sweat slides slowly from Beckett’s neck, down between her breasts underneath her shirt, making her shift uncomfortably in front of the cruiser parked just outside the line of police tape marking her new crime scene. The thick fabric of her turtleneck clings to her skin, all but strangling her in the oppressive heat.
“Feeling chilly this morning?” Esposito tosses at her, hiding behind his sunglasses and a smirk. Funny.
“Laundry day,” she says coolly, daring him to push.
“Don’t you usually wear less clothes on laundry day?” Ryan chimes in, and then they’re both looking at her in this knowing way that makes her want to slap them both and then slap Castle because it’s his fault she’s wearing this oppressive and completely noticeable turtleneck in the middle of summer.
He saunters up to her just then, completely oblivious to the dark scowl she’s harboring until he catches sight of her face and flinches back a little bit.
“Maybe you should buy her a new shirt, bro. Girl looks hot.” Ryan laughs and bumps shoulders with Esposito as they continue to pick at her.
“Do you guys want to get on with this crime scene, or should I call Joan Rivers so you can keep talking about what I’m wearing today.”
They both look just a little bit sheepish at her reprimand, and turn to duck under the police tape as she and Castle follow.
“Sorry,” he whispers in her ear as his hand settles against her lower back, helping her under the tape. She cuts a glare at him and he yanks his fingers away apologetically.
“Next time you want to bite me, Castle? Do it somewhere I can cover with regular clothes.”
“Next time?” he chokes, and then she’s rolling her eyes at him, approaching the clump of uniforms crouched low on the street, trying not to feel victorious.
3. After lunch, Castle’s coffee cup is in the middle of Beckett’s desk. Took a swab of the rim, sent down to Lanie for testing. Still awaiting results for the hair found on his jacket as well.
Beckett throws back her last swig of coffee, grimacing around the bitter liquid in her mouth. Ugh not enough. She’s tired today, the backs of her eyelids like sandpaper as she tries to focus on the murder board, tries to make things make sense instead of daydreaming about her pillow. Or his pillow. Mmm his bed is so much more comfortable than hers -
No.
No.
Work. Work. Murder.
Castle?
He brushes up against her side as she chews on her lip, trying hard to focus her eyes on the scrawl of her own handwriting in front of her. He takes a sip of his own coffee like he’s mocking her.
“Anything?” he asks, but all she can do is shake her head and stare at the cup he’s cradling gently between his palms.
Her chair bounces as she flops down into it, pulling herself to her desk to try for some distraction, wiggling her computer mouse to wake it up. He follows her a minute later, sitting in his chair, as always, watching her, sipping his drink until he sets it down to speak. He’s spinning some tale about the case, but she can’t seem to focus on his words, only his coffee cup sitting oh so close, all she has to do is reach out and -
He hardly misses a beat as her hand shoots out and wraps around his cup, sliding it toward her like the true prize it is. Caffeine, mmmmm. The plastic of his lid is warm against her mouth, from him or his coffee, she doesn’t know, but the low hum she releases as the dark liquid passes through her lips, over her tongue and down her throat is so appreciative she can almost feel him canting toward her on instinct alone.
“Good?” he leers, completely distracted from his story now, shuffling his chair closer so he can spread an open palm against her knee. She glances around over the lid of his cup, but no one’s watching them, and he’s sitting close enough that his body is blocking anyone’s view of her leg. So she allows it, just for a minute, in exchange for him saying nothing about her stealing his coffee.
“So good,” she breathes, eyes heavy and just for him. It’s too much for the middle of the precinct, especially with his hand creeping up her thigh, but she’s so tired she can’t muster the effort to keep herself in check.
“Are you going to drink it all?”
She hems and haws, takes another long sip, makes a show of licking her lips. “Maybe I’ll let you have some.” From her mouth.
Ryan and Esposito interrupt them then, calling yo Beckett from the other side of the bullpen, motioning for her to come to them. Castle jerks his hand off of the top of her thigh (such a sneaky one, that Castle), and she sets down his coffee cup with a wistful sigh in the middle of her desk, hoping she drank enough to take her edge off.
Or at least one of her edges off anyway.
4. Making out against her car. Case closed.
She’s pissed as she stalks out of the parking garage elevator, long strides carrying her halfway to her car before Castle catches up to her.
“Beckett.”
Nothing.
“Beckett, wait.” He’s exasperated following her, she’s practically sprinting trying to put as much physical space between her and Gates as possible. Some things never change.
“Beck - oomph,” Castle almost knocks her over when she stops dead in front of him, hovering at the trunk of her unmarked, chewing on her bottom lip. “Look, you know Gates, she’s just trying to - ”
She cuts him off again, but this time with her mouth, fisting both of her hands in the lapels of his jacket and shoving him up against the back door of her car. He grunts into her mouth, which is open and oh her tongue is sweeping out, rolling over his bottom lip, fighting it’s way into his mouth as his hands shoot out uselessly and then finally settle on the sides of her shoulders.
“What - ” he starts to ask between kisses, but then she’s all long and lean, pressed right up against him in literally every place she can possibly reach and he decides he really does not care why she has chosen this moment to manhandle him (literally) in the parking garage of the precinct.
She’s groaning into his mouth, bumping her pelvis into his as his fingers curl around her waist just as a loud oh boy goes bouncing around the concrete walls and they jerk apart. They’re both panting as Ryan and Esposito regard them smugly, arms crossed in twin big brother expressions.
“Perfect,” Beckett swears, using her right hand to sweep the hair out of her eyes, rub three fingers across her mouth like she’s trying to wipe him off.
“You two want to explain this?” Esposito asks sharply, indicating between them with a finger. Castle doesn’t know if he realizes it, but he’s unconsciously leading with the hip carrying his badge and gun.
Gulp.
Castle opens his mouth, closes it again, opens it, but nothing comes out until Esposito’s face breaks into a grin and then everyone is shuffling and laughing, albeit a little awkwardly.
“Don’t worry man, we’re just fucking with you,” Esposito laughs, eyeballing Ryan like they’ve been waiting for this. “You guys haven’t exactly been subtle since you got back.”
“You knew?” Castle breathes, so sure they had been careful. Well, she had been trying to be careful anyway.
“Well, not for sure,” Ryan jumps in, fingering the little notebook in his pocket. “I mean, the tests weren’t back yet - ”
Esposito cuts him off with a tiny shake of his head.
“Tests…?”
“Not important,” he breezes, clasping Castle hard on the shoulder.
“Ow.”
“We’re happy for you guys.” Both boys give them approving nods, and really it feels good for them to know, it was weird hiding it from them. Ryan moves in to give Beckett a friendly shoulder nudge, and Esposito takes the opportunity to lean into Castle’s ear, this time speaking just for him. “Bro if you hurt her?”
Castle’s eyes get wide as he shakes his head and raises his hands, palms up, a kind of surrender. “Never.”
Esposito only nods, taking his exhaled promise as seriously as he meant it. “Drinks to celebrate?”
Beckett looks like she sincerely needs one.
“On you, buddy.” Ryan grins at him, patting him on the chest.
Beckett tries to hide her smile as they all start to pile into her car, and Castle takes the opportunity to grab her by the elbow and press his mouth to hers, just once, just because he can.
“Oh ew.” Muffled sounds of disgust come drifting through the closed doors of her car, making them both laugh against each other’s mouths.
“Save it for later, Castle,” she breathes into him, pinching his side lightly, playfully.
“Yes ma’am.”
The story of how Castle and Beckett get totally busted by literally every person they know.
castle/beckett - pg-13
a/n: Also known as: How Everyone Finds out Castle and Becket are Banging.
Ryan has a list.
Ryan has a list that he hides on the last page of the notebook he takes to crime scenes, but it’s there, and he is watching.
That’s what he says anyway, dramatically and with a flourish as he and Esposito trade the notebook back and forth, sharing intel like they’re in the CIA.
1. Found a suspicious long, light brown hair on Castle’s jacket. Removed with tweezers while he was in interrogation and forwarded to Lanie for testing. Results pending.
Elevator rides are dangerous now, or challenges, depending how one looks at things. He’s more the type to view it as the latter, but she’s carrying a gun again and neither of them wants Gates on their back about their new status. So they’re being careful. Touching is for home, and well, trying not to touch is for work.
They do try.
Not touching is hard.
“I can still be in on this interrogation, right?” he asks her, leaning in closer than is necessary. They’re alone for once, sliding between floors as they head up, and he just can’t help himself.
“If you can behave.” She stares at him from under her eyelashes as he tries to look innocent, like he doesn’t know what she’s talking about, like he didn’t shove her into a stairwell after the first interrogation they did together after coming back to the Twelfth.
“I’ll try,” he breathes, right next to her ear now, nose nudging away the soft curl of her hair. The hitch in her breathing is barely detectable, but he catches it, lets his mouth brush lightly against her cheek as she rocks back on her heels, trying not to engage.
A hot huff of air spills from her as she gives in, just for a second, to his proximity, presses one hard, open mouthed kiss to his lips and then shoves him away. His eyes are wide and unfocused as the elevator doors ping open and she walks out backward.
Her stare is all the warning he needs. Be cool, Castle. Be cool.
He’s hot though, a little warm under the collar, so he slides his jacket off as they pass her desk, draping it over the back of her chair, and then follows her hurriedly to the interrogation room.
He does not want to miss this.
2. Beckett arrives at the precinct in a turtleneck. It is 92 degrees outside.
A bead of sweat slides slowly from Beckett’s neck, down between her breasts underneath her shirt, making her shift uncomfortably in front of the cruiser parked just outside the line of police tape marking her new crime scene. The thick fabric of her turtleneck clings to her skin, all but strangling her in the oppressive heat.
“Feeling chilly this morning?” Esposito tosses at her, hiding behind his sunglasses and a smirk. Funny.
“Laundry day,” she says coolly, daring him to push.
“Don’t you usually wear less clothes on laundry day?” Ryan chimes in, and then they’re both looking at her in this knowing way that makes her want to slap them both and then slap Castle because it’s his fault she’s wearing this oppressive and completely noticeable turtleneck in the middle of summer.
He saunters up to her just then, completely oblivious to the dark scowl she’s harboring until he catches sight of her face and flinches back a little bit.
“Maybe you should buy her a new shirt, bro. Girl looks hot.” Ryan laughs and bumps shoulders with Esposito as they continue to pick at her.
“Do you guys want to get on with this crime scene, or should I call Joan Rivers so you can keep talking about what I’m wearing today.”
They both look just a little bit sheepish at her reprimand, and turn to duck under the police tape as she and Castle follow.
“Sorry,” he whispers in her ear as his hand settles against her lower back, helping her under the tape. She cuts a glare at him and he yanks his fingers away apologetically.
“Next time you want to bite me, Castle? Do it somewhere I can cover with regular clothes.”
“Next time?” he chokes, and then she’s rolling her eyes at him, approaching the clump of uniforms crouched low on the street, trying not to feel victorious.
3. After lunch, Castle’s coffee cup is in the middle of Beckett’s desk. Took a swab of the rim, sent down to Lanie for testing. Still awaiting results for the hair found on his jacket as well.
Beckett throws back her last swig of coffee, grimacing around the bitter liquid in her mouth. Ugh not enough. She’s tired today, the backs of her eyelids like sandpaper as she tries to focus on the murder board, tries to make things make sense instead of daydreaming about her pillow. Or his pillow. Mmm his bed is so much more comfortable than hers -
No.
No.
Work. Work. Murder.
Castle?
He brushes up against her side as she chews on her lip, trying hard to focus her eyes on the scrawl of her own handwriting in front of her. He takes a sip of his own coffee like he’s mocking her.
“Anything?” he asks, but all she can do is shake her head and stare at the cup he’s cradling gently between his palms.
Her chair bounces as she flops down into it, pulling herself to her desk to try for some distraction, wiggling her computer mouse to wake it up. He follows her a minute later, sitting in his chair, as always, watching her, sipping his drink until he sets it down to speak. He’s spinning some tale about the case, but she can’t seem to focus on his words, only his coffee cup sitting oh so close, all she has to do is reach out and -
He hardly misses a beat as her hand shoots out and wraps around his cup, sliding it toward her like the true prize it is. Caffeine, mmmmm. The plastic of his lid is warm against her mouth, from him or his coffee, she doesn’t know, but the low hum she releases as the dark liquid passes through her lips, over her tongue and down her throat is so appreciative she can almost feel him canting toward her on instinct alone.
“Good?” he leers, completely distracted from his story now, shuffling his chair closer so he can spread an open palm against her knee. She glances around over the lid of his cup, but no one’s watching them, and he’s sitting close enough that his body is blocking anyone’s view of her leg. So she allows it, just for a minute, in exchange for him saying nothing about her stealing his coffee.
“So good,” she breathes, eyes heavy and just for him. It’s too much for the middle of the precinct, especially with his hand creeping up her thigh, but she’s so tired she can’t muster the effort to keep herself in check.
“Are you going to drink it all?”
She hems and haws, takes another long sip, makes a show of licking her lips. “Maybe I’ll let you have some.” From her mouth.
Ryan and Esposito interrupt them then, calling yo Beckett from the other side of the bullpen, motioning for her to come to them. Castle jerks his hand off of the top of her thigh (such a sneaky one, that Castle), and she sets down his coffee cup with a wistful sigh in the middle of her desk, hoping she drank enough to take her edge off.
Or at least one of her edges off anyway.
4. Making out against her car. Case closed.
She’s pissed as she stalks out of the parking garage elevator, long strides carrying her halfway to her car before Castle catches up to her.
“Beckett.”
Nothing.
“Beckett, wait.” He’s exasperated following her, she’s practically sprinting trying to put as much physical space between her and Gates as possible. Some things never change.
“Beck - oomph,” Castle almost knocks her over when she stops dead in front of him, hovering at the trunk of her unmarked, chewing on her bottom lip. “Look, you know Gates, she’s just trying to - ”
She cuts him off again, but this time with her mouth, fisting both of her hands in the lapels of his jacket and shoving him up against the back door of her car. He grunts into her mouth, which is open and oh her tongue is sweeping out, rolling over his bottom lip, fighting it’s way into his mouth as his hands shoot out uselessly and then finally settle on the sides of her shoulders.
“What - ” he starts to ask between kisses, but then she’s all long and lean, pressed right up against him in literally every place she can possibly reach and he decides he really does not care why she has chosen this moment to manhandle him (literally) in the parking garage of the precinct.
She’s groaning into his mouth, bumping her pelvis into his as his fingers curl around her waist just as a loud oh boy goes bouncing around the concrete walls and they jerk apart. They’re both panting as Ryan and Esposito regard them smugly, arms crossed in twin big brother expressions.
“Perfect,” Beckett swears, using her right hand to sweep the hair out of her eyes, rub three fingers across her mouth like she’s trying to wipe him off.
“You two want to explain this?” Esposito asks sharply, indicating between them with a finger. Castle doesn’t know if he realizes it, but he’s unconsciously leading with the hip carrying his badge and gun.
Gulp.
Castle opens his mouth, closes it again, opens it, but nothing comes out until Esposito’s face breaks into a grin and then everyone is shuffling and laughing, albeit a little awkwardly.
“Don’t worry man, we’re just fucking with you,” Esposito laughs, eyeballing Ryan like they’ve been waiting for this. “You guys haven’t exactly been subtle since you got back.”
“You knew?” Castle breathes, so sure they had been careful. Well, she had been trying to be careful anyway.
“Well, not for sure,” Ryan jumps in, fingering the little notebook in his pocket. “I mean, the tests weren’t back yet - ”
Esposito cuts him off with a tiny shake of his head.
“Tests…?”
“Not important,” he breezes, clasping Castle hard on the shoulder.
“Ow.”
“We’re happy for you guys.” Both boys give them approving nods, and really it feels good for them to know, it was weird hiding it from them. Ryan moves in to give Beckett a friendly shoulder nudge, and Esposito takes the opportunity to lean into Castle’s ear, this time speaking just for him. “Bro if you hurt her?”
Castle’s eyes get wide as he shakes his head and raises his hands, palms up, a kind of surrender. “Never.”
Esposito only nods, taking his exhaled promise as seriously as he meant it. “Drinks to celebrate?”
Beckett looks like she sincerely needs one.
“On you, buddy.” Ryan grins at him, patting him on the chest.
Beckett tries to hide her smile as they all start to pile into her car, and Castle takes the opportunity to grab her by the elbow and press his mouth to hers, just once, just because he can.
“Oh ew.” Muffled sounds of disgust come drifting through the closed doors of her car, making them both laugh against each other’s mouths.
“Save it for later, Castle,” she breathes into him, pinching his side lightly, playfully.
“Yes ma’am.”