A/N: This'll be a one-shot series, all chapters with one thing in common. Coffee. Not necessarily about coffee, but well… it's there. You'll see. Just read. :)

In Need of Coffee

As Kate stepped out of the car, and into the cold, she shivered involuntarily and buried her hands in her coat pockets, in an attempt to keep them somewhat warm.

It had been a cold, stormy October day, the kind that made her want to crawl into bed, wrap a blanket around her and just listen to the rain against her bedroom window while drifting off to sleep. Which is what she had done. Well, tried to at least.

But the blanket hadn't felt quite as comfortable as it should have. And the drifting off to sleep part didn't really work either. No, she was wide awake. Totally exhausted, but awake.

She sighed, pushed open the precinct doors, and entered the warm building. The elevator brought her to the right floor in no time and before she knew it, she was back to staring at the murder board, wrecking her brain to see something new. Like she had done all day. And also the day before that.

The current case reminded her of her mother's in so many ways, especially how the daughter had looked when she told her the news. She knew that she must've looked something like that when she heard about her own mother as well.

Another similarity, sadly enough, with her mother's case, was that it felt like she was missing something. Some major clue that could help her catch the bastard who had caused all this pain. She was determined to solve this one. But determination didn't seem to help one bit.

This was the second night in a row that she was here at the precinct, even though after yesterday, she had promised Castle that she wouldn't do this anymore. But she just couldn't help it.

She heard footsteps to her right, and turned to see Castle walking towards her, holding two cups of coffee. Once he was at her desk, he silently handed her one, the look in his eyes telling her that he was there for her. Gratefully, she took the cup and non-verbally told him how much she appreciated the gesture, and even more so the fact that he was here.

He leaned against the desk as well, and they stared at the murder board together, both looking for the hidden clue.

Kate took a sip from her coffee and let out a appreciative whimper as the warm liquid slid down her throat.

God, she needed that. The coffee.

She cast a glance to her side. A small smile formed on her lips as she turned back to the murder board. Yes, and maybe him too.

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A/N: So, did you like it? Hate it? Love/hate it? Have no opinion? Then please review! :P It'll make me very happy if you do.
This one isn't really long, but some will be longer. Others shorter. Whatever I'm in the mood for. Fluff, angst, friendship etc. Also, feel free to send me a PM with ideas if you have them (or review) and I'll see if I can get your suggestion in somehow. :)