#castle ficlet

[skruffi3]

Apartment Troubles Kate's apartment catches on fire and she can't stay in it for a time. She immediately takes up Castle's offer to let her stay at his loft again. She completely forgot she has a boyfriend to stay with. And Josh is not happy when he finds out.

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Chapter 66

What has she done?

[skygirl5]

Castle Flash-Fiction Challenge: New voicemail greeting

[Set mid-Season 2]

“Good afternoon, Beckett.”

She froze as she walked into the bullpen and side-eyed herpartners. It was not unusual for them to greet her after she returned from herlunch break, though not overly common. Despite this, her suspicion mainlystemmed from the smirks adoring both Ryan’s and Esposito’s faces. Smirks thatindicated they were laughing—at her? Possibly. Certainly behind her back.Smirks that indicated a joke she was not in on.

“Hello…” Her tone was slow, apprehensive. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Ryan said trying and failing to mask alaugh with a cough.

Setting her face in a glower, Beckett stalked to her deskhalf expecting to find her monitor covered in a mosaic tile of stickie notes orto have all the items atop her desk completely rearranged, but everythingseemed in order. She dusted her fingers over the keyboard and lifted it just tobe sure; there was nothing. Grumbling, she reached back for her char and satwith utmost delicacy, convinced she would plummet to the ground the moment herrear connected with the seat, but the chair did not collapse.

Beckett sat completely still for over thirty seconds, herbody humming with readiness, but nothing happened. Everything was as it seemed.Rolling her eyes at how they’d fooled her into thinking something was amiss shescooted her chair into her keyboard and clicked her mouse to unlock thedesktop.

For the next ten minutes Beckett returned to her email inbox,completely unaware that sniggering still continued behind her. Ultimately, Ryan—oras he was more fondly known—“Castle Junior” could take the anticipation nolonger. “Hey Beckett?”

“What?”

“You haven’t, ah, gotten any voicemails lately, have you?”

“Wha-” She stopped mid-word when she rotated her chairaround and saw the shit-eating grins on both their faces. She narrowed her eyesand dug into her jacket pocket for her phone. Upon further examination, shediscovered she had no voicemails.

Okay…what the hell were they—wait.

According to her phone, her voicemail had last been accessedat 10:45 that morning only she knew for certain she had not had a voicemail inover a day. What in the world had…

“Castle.” She growled when the failed attempt at hidinglaughter from the boys finally hit her. This situation reeked of him and he hadbeen snooping around her desk that morning when she returned from the bathroom.He was looking for a case, but a murder hadn’t been assigned to her that day,so she shooed him away, but evidently not before… “Damn it.”

Turning her chair back around so she didn’t have to look at thesmug mugs of her alleged partners, Kate tapped the password to her voicemailand examined it closely. The two messages she had saved remained, and no newmessages existed. So what had he—the outgoing message. It had to be.

Kate tapped a few keys and held the phone up to her earmaking sure to follow the prompts correctly all the while seething. How in thehell had he unlocked her phone to begin with? Then, he’d entered her voicemailpassword, which was different from the main phone password, as well!? She wasdefinitely going to kill him this time.

Once she selected “Listen to current outgoing message” shetaped her fingers impatiently on the top of her desk and waited for the messageto play.

“Hello, you’ve reachedthe voicemail of the extraordinary Detective Beckett. If you’d like to leave amessage for this sexy, smart woman please do so at the beep. If you’d like toleave a message for her ruggedly handsome partner, Richard Castle, you may alsodo that at the beep. Have a great day!”

Beckett pulled the phone away from her ear with such furyshe nearly threw it onto the desk. She stabbed at the buttons to end the calland, without even bothering to re-record the message, stood from her desk andstalked towards the elevator.

Yep; Richard Castle was definitely a dead man.

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Chapter 41

8x03 insert the Castle and Beckett car ride from the precinct to the university

[thetuulip]

Castle FlashFic 1

Flashfic prompt from fembot77: "#FlashFicPrompt "I never said you stole my coffee" 7 different meanings depending on the stressed word. Go!" 

Here's my first installment. 

"I never said you stole my coffee," Castle points out. His eyes are wide with earnestness - and a hint of fear. 

Finally. The annoying writer boy has been all too unaffected by The Look these two weeks he's been shadowing her. 

She catches the knowing looks Espo and Ryan give Castle when he glances at them, so they've probably fed him some stories about her. Good. Serves him right for poking his nose into her life. 

She has to fight to keep the smirk off her face as the world-renowned author begins to squirm under her stare. 

She knows very well Espo was the one who accused her of the coffee thievery. But she was bored and hassling the boys isn't as entertaining as it used to be. Before Castle inserted himself into their team. 

Besides, it wouldn't be fair if she couldn't enjoy this ridiculous arrangement. In fact, teasing Castle has quickly become her favorite past time at work. 

She takes a slow step towards her team and watches their alarmed faces. The satisfied grin tugs at the corners of her mouth as the three men nearly trip on each other in their haste to escape from the break room. 

She lifts the cup they left behind to her lips for a sip and hums in appreciation at the rich taste of the latte. 

Espo was right. Having Castle at the precinct is so much more fun than Shark Week.

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Chapter 26

Beckett's reaction to the Frozen Heat dedication