A/N: I love stories where Rick and Kate are married and really wanted do one myself; even if it's just a fluffy one-shot. And this is exactly what it is. Please forgive me for the crappy title, couldn't think of anything cute.
Nikki kicked the gun out of his hand-
"Nooo."
Nikki… landed a powerful jab on his jaw.
"Urgghh… Even worse."
Nikki…. took off all her clothes and jumped him-
"Ha… wait 'til Kate sees this."
Rick Castle was sitting in his study in front of his laptop attempting to get some writing done for his fourth Nikki Heat novel. Gina was already setting deadlines and hassling him about it. But he was struggling to find inspiration; this usually happened when his muse was not around to lend a helping hand. He did not go with her with the precint a lot anymore, since he really did not need to any longer and also because he needed to get some work done. 'Mrs. Castle, you really need to get you sexy ass home,' he thought as he looked at his watch. It was 22h46. Just as the thought crossed his mind, he heard the front door opening and smiled instinctively at the sound.
Kate walked through the door wearily, taking off her jacket and dumping her bag on the kitchen counter. She let out a heavy sigh and rubbed the back of her neck, trying to ease the aching muscles of her shoulders. It was a long and macabre day and she needed some R&R and was sure that her husband would provide that. She was relatively certain that he was not asleep yet and the light streaming through from underneath the door of his study, confirmed her suspicions. He rarely went to bed before she came home.
"Rick!" she called, walking over towards his study.
"In here!" His muzzled voice rang out. She opened the door and saw him feet up on the desk and laptop in his lap. He was wearing his favourite pair of boxers that had the Tasmanian Devil on it and a casual dark blue t-shirt. She also noticed a gameboy lying on top of his desk.
"Such a man-child," Kate thought, smiling slightly at the scene. Even though his 9-year-old-on-a-sugar-rush-antics got on her nerves a lot of the time, she found this kid-like side of Rick Castle sweet, adorable and – inexplicably – irresistible.
But tonight she needed more than entertainment and laughs; she needed her husband to provide her a shoulder to cry on after the day she had endured. Murder was hard, but the murder of a child was unbearable.
"Hey sexy," he greeted jovially as his mouth slowly curved into a broad smile. He put his laptop on the desk, got up and walked towards her.
"Hi." Kate returned a weak smile. "Sorry I'm late," she continued, moving to him. He pulled her closer and leaned in for a sweet, but lingering kiss.
"Ah… that's okay. Someone around here needs to work and since it's clearly not me…" Rick flashed another broad grin, but saw the strain on her face and the weariness in her eyes. She was still processing the events of the day and he knew that today must have been particularly difficult. They were working on a case of a 10-year old girl who had been raped and brutally murdered. He knew Kate took cases like this to heart and saw the results of it in her taut reactions.
"Long day, huh?" he asked frowning slightly with concern.
"Yeah, something like that." Kate arched her eyebrows and averted his eyes as she broke from his hold to sit down on the couch. She was with him, but her mind was somewhere else. Rick sat down beside her, watching her intently.
"So… how did it go? Did you get any breaks?" He ventured cautiously, seeing the haunted expression on her face. He knew Kate Beckett (now Castle, of course) well and after years of studying how the different emotions revealed themselves on her face, he had a good idea of what every expression meant. But the one she wore now, he did not see it often. Maybe only the times when her mother's murder was discussed.
"We got the guy…," she started in a subdued tone, fixing a blank stare on the coffee table. Even though he sometimes took things too lightly and made inappropriate jokes, he knew when to keep quiet. And this was one of those moments.
"It was the mother's boyfriend," Kate continued with a clenched jaw as she looked down at her lap. She was unconsciously clasping her hands together, recalling the reaction of the little girl's mother upon hearing what happened to her daughter. She momentarily closed her eyes at the memory.
"Oh," Rick replied quietly. Cases like this were always difficult to process and despite being hard-as-nails, Kate was struggling to come to terms with it.
"You know sometimes I really just hate this job." She looked up at him, blinking away tears. Rick rarely saw her this vulnerable and instinctively moved closer, placing a protective arm around her shoulder. He could almost feel his heart break into a thousand pieces upon seeing the sorrow in his wife's eyes.
"Katie… I'm sorry," he said softly, pulling her to him and kissing the top of her head. He only referred to her as 'Katie' when she was feeling vulnerable or sad and needed comfort. Kate relaxed against him and took in a deep breath, taking in the faint scent of his cologne that still lingered. She felt the tension in her body melt away, feeling the familiar sense of safety when she was with him. They sat quietly for a few moments before she stirred and sat up.
"At least we got the SOB… And he's going away for a very long time," Kate said, running a hand through her hair while fixing her gaze on the couch.
"Good. I'm glad. You know in cases like this, I'm all for the death penalty." He commented grimly before growing thoughtful again. "Hey, you okay?" He lifted her chin and raised his eyebrows, looking at her with concern. She took a few moments before replying.
"Yeah… I am." A smile slowly spread across her face before she continued. "I have you."
"Mh-hmm… You're a lucky girl." Kate raised her eyebrows at the comment, sensing a barrage of bantering coming on.
"Oh really? And why's that Mr. Castle?"
"Well, Mrs. Castle, it's not every woman who can say that they're married to a ridiculously handsome, filthy rich and impossibly talented writer." He flashed her smile while Kate rolled her eyes at him as per usual.
"Trust you to come up with that kind of fiction," Kate said as she stood up.
"Ouch, thanks honey. That's how a wife supports her husband," Rick replied, placing a hand on his chest in mock indignation.
"Yeah, yeah. C'mon Mr. World-Famous-Writer, let's go to bed. I'm tired." She started to make her way towards his office door.
"Ok let me just-" Rick got up and moved towards his desk to pick up the gameboy.
"Richard, don't even think of bringing that gameboy to bed," Kate said over her shoulder as she walked out of his office. He looked up at her with a pout and reluctantly put it back on his desk.
"Spoilsport," he mumbled while following her out of his office. "Why do you always have to be so strict?"
Turning around to face him, Kate replied in a sultry voice.
"Because you like it when I'm strict, Mr. Castle." Rick's eyes grew big and he swallowed hard.
"Oh, you have no idea Mrs. Castle."
Nikki kicked the gun out of his hand-
"Nooo."
Nikki… landed a powerful jab on his jaw.
"Urgghh… Even worse."
Nikki…. took off all her clothes and jumped him-
"Ha… wait 'til Kate sees this."
Rick Castle was sitting in his study in front of his laptop attempting to get some writing done for his fourth Nikki Heat novel. Gina was already setting deadlines and hassling him about it. But he was struggling to find inspiration; this usually happened when his muse was not around to lend a helping hand. He did not go with her with the precint a lot anymore, since he really did not need to any longer and also because he needed to get some work done. 'Mrs. Castle, you really need to get you sexy ass home,' he thought as he looked at his watch. It was 22h46. Just as the thought crossed his mind, he heard the front door opening and smiled instinctively at the sound.
Kate walked through the door wearily, taking off her jacket and dumping her bag on the kitchen counter. She let out a heavy sigh and rubbed the back of her neck, trying to ease the aching muscles of her shoulders. It was a long and macabre day and she needed some R&R and was sure that her husband would provide that. She was relatively certain that he was not asleep yet and the light streaming through from underneath the door of his study, confirmed her suspicions. He rarely went to bed before she came home.
"Rick!" she called, walking over towards his study.
"In here!" His muzzled voice rang out. She opened the door and saw him feet up on the desk and laptop in his lap. He was wearing his favourite pair of boxers that had the Tasmanian Devil on it and a casual dark blue t-shirt. She also noticed a gameboy lying on top of his desk.
"Such a man-child," Kate thought, smiling slightly at the scene. Even though his 9-year-old-on-a-sugar-rush-antics got on her nerves a lot of the time, she found this kid-like side of Rick Castle sweet, adorable and – inexplicably – irresistible.
But tonight she needed more than entertainment and laughs; she needed her husband to provide her a shoulder to cry on after the day she had endured. Murder was hard, but the murder of a child was unbearable.
"Hey sexy," he greeted jovially as his mouth slowly curved into a broad smile. He put his laptop on the desk, got up and walked towards her.
"Hi." Kate returned a weak smile. "Sorry I'm late," she continued, moving to him. He pulled her closer and leaned in for a sweet, but lingering kiss.
"Ah… that's okay. Someone around here needs to work and since it's clearly not me…" Rick flashed another broad grin, but saw the strain on her face and the weariness in her eyes. She was still processing the events of the day and he knew that today must have been particularly difficult. They were working on a case of a 10-year old girl who had been raped and brutally murdered. He knew Kate took cases like this to heart and saw the results of it in her taut reactions.
"Long day, huh?" he asked frowning slightly with concern.
"Yeah, something like that." Kate arched her eyebrows and averted his eyes as she broke from his hold to sit down on the couch. She was with him, but her mind was somewhere else. Rick sat down beside her, watching her intently.
"So… how did it go? Did you get any breaks?" He ventured cautiously, seeing the haunted expression on her face. He knew Kate Beckett (now Castle, of course) well and after years of studying how the different emotions revealed themselves on her face, he had a good idea of what every expression meant. But the one she wore now, he did not see it often. Maybe only the times when her mother's murder was discussed.
"We got the guy…," she started in a subdued tone, fixing a blank stare on the coffee table. Even though he sometimes took things too lightly and made inappropriate jokes, he knew when to keep quiet. And this was one of those moments.
"It was the mother's boyfriend," Kate continued with a clenched jaw as she looked down at her lap. She was unconsciously clasping her hands together, recalling the reaction of the little girl's mother upon hearing what happened to her daughter. She momentarily closed her eyes at the memory.
"Oh," Rick replied quietly. Cases like this were always difficult to process and despite being hard-as-nails, Kate was struggling to come to terms with it.
"You know sometimes I really just hate this job." She looked up at him, blinking away tears. Rick rarely saw her this vulnerable and instinctively moved closer, placing a protective arm around her shoulder. He could almost feel his heart break into a thousand pieces upon seeing the sorrow in his wife's eyes.
"Katie… I'm sorry," he said softly, pulling her to him and kissing the top of her head. He only referred to her as 'Katie' when she was feeling vulnerable or sad and needed comfort. Kate relaxed against him and took in a deep breath, taking in the faint scent of his cologne that still lingered. She felt the tension in her body melt away, feeling the familiar sense of safety when she was with him. They sat quietly for a few moments before she stirred and sat up.
"At least we got the SOB… And he's going away for a very long time," Kate said, running a hand through her hair while fixing her gaze on the couch.
"Good. I'm glad. You know in cases like this, I'm all for the death penalty." He commented grimly before growing thoughtful again. "Hey, you okay?" He lifted her chin and raised his eyebrows, looking at her with concern. She took a few moments before replying.
"Yeah… I am." A smile slowly spread across her face before she continued. "I have you."
"Mh-hmm… You're a lucky girl." Kate raised her eyebrows at the comment, sensing a barrage of bantering coming on.
"Oh really? And why's that Mr. Castle?"
"Well, Mrs. Castle, it's not every woman who can say that they're married to a ridiculously handsome, filthy rich and impossibly talented writer." He flashed her smile while Kate rolled her eyes at him as per usual.
"Trust you to come up with that kind of fiction," Kate said as she stood up.
"Ouch, thanks honey. That's how a wife supports her husband," Rick replied, placing a hand on his chest in mock indignation.
"Yeah, yeah. C'mon Mr. World-Famous-Writer, let's go to bed. I'm tired." She started to make her way towards his office door.
"Ok let me just-" Rick got up and moved towards his desk to pick up the gameboy.
"Richard, don't even think of bringing that gameboy to bed," Kate said over her shoulder as she walked out of his office. He looked up at her with a pout and reluctantly put it back on his desk.
"Spoilsport," he mumbled while following her out of his office. "Why do you always have to be so strict?"
Turning around to face him, Kate replied in a sultry voice.
"Because you like it when I'm strict, Mr. Castle." Rick's eyes grew big and he swallowed hard.
"Oh, you have no idea Mrs. Castle."
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