A/N: It ain't over 'till I say it's over ;) There's still one more chapter to come after this one. So the total will be five chapters.

In this, I use the prompt 'Where hast thou been?' from SignedSealedWritten. If any of you have a prompt you'd like me to use too, you can post a review on my story 'Prompts' and I'll get right on it ;)

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No!'
Castle stormed towards her, finger pointing in her direction.
'What, Castle?'
He always did have to find the wrong time for everything. Ryan and Esposito were watching them intently.
'You're not going to do this. You're not going to ignore me, not after that night!'
So apparently he was angry. Who'd have known?
Admitted, it had been a bitch move. She knew how he felt for her, and vice versa. She'd had sex with him, admitted she loved him, and now she was pulling away again. But didn't he see? She just didn't want to deal with this.
'Why don't you explain it, Beckett? Why you first sleep with me, and then avoid me for two days? I've barely heard you say 'hi'!'
'You know damn well why that is, Castle.'
He chuckled without humour. The sound scared her.
'You really got to stop using your mother's murder as an excuse.'
Ryan and Esposito stood up and slowly walked out of the office, probably hoping Beckett wouldn't notice them. She did.
'Ryan, Espo, if you dare to try and sell tickets I'll kill one of you and make the other watch.'
They hurried out. She turned her attention back to the writer.
'Listen up. It's not an excuse. It's survival. You can't survive this job when you have feelings. If anyone should know that by now, it's you. I'm not going to excuse myself. Get over it.'
'You call it surviving, I call it hiding.'
He always had managed to make her furious.
'We're not all mystery writers with the good life.'
'And we're not all martyrs who like to suffer.'
'Say that again and I'll rip off a certain part of your anatomy that your fans are very fond of.'
'I can still type with my toes, you know.'
'Not what I meant.'
She didn't know when it happened. She didn't care, either. They both took a few steps towards each other, wanting to hurt the other as much as was humanly possible. He tried to hit her, she dodged it and used the movement to press up against the writer and kiss him hard, biting down on his lower lip and forcing her tongue inside.
He wrapped his arms around her, not letting her go, and kissed her back. One of his hands trailed over her bare arms, scratching wherever possible. She gasped and wished she knew how to make him hurt even more.
'I am not going to let you win this,' he murmured in her mouth.
'You don't have to,' she whispered. It was all she was capable of at that moment.
'What, so you're saying I can still back away and let you walk out of that door? I can't, Beckett. You underestimate the effect you've had on me.'
He sounded desperate and she wanted so badly to make it all go away. To make him feel happy again.
'Don't pull that on me, Castle.' The response was automatic.
'Oh, just shut up, Detective.'
He crushed their mouths together again and she kissed back, locked her arms around him as well as was possible. Wasn't she supposed to be angry with him?
He really had to stop doing this whenever they were fighting.
Then, her thoughts went all blurry and all she could think about was the writer kissing her.

They only stopped when Ryan and Esposito had returned and were very obviously snickering about the situation. Beckett cracked one eye open and glared at them. They didn't stop.
'Castle?' She tried to step back, but his arms around her waist prevented her from doing that. 'You might want to stop doing this.'
'Why?'
'Roach will have the time of their life already the coming week. Don't want to make that a whole month.'
'Oh. Sure.' He let go of her, but the moment she turned her back on him he dropped a kiss in her neck. She sighed but wasn't in the mood to say anything about it. Hell, what could she say? Don't kiss me? She was nearly planning to shove him in the nearest closet herself!
'So, you have some explaining to do,' Esposito started while he threw his feet up on the desk.
'Okay. You see, when two people like each other, they want to be close. So sometimes, when they want to, they hold each other real tight and their mouths touch,' Castle explained in a tone you'd use to lecture a child. Beckett chuckled.
'Not what we meant, Castle. But good one, nevertheless.' Ryan sat down on Esposito's desk.
'Come on, like you've never kissed before,' the writer replied. The other two men blushed.
Wait, what?
'So it's true?' Beckett asked, unbelieving. 'You two have been seeing each other?'
'Oh Beckett, where hast thou been,' Castle sighed, shaking his head. 'It's been obvious the moment I set foot in this precinct.'
Ryan and Esposito only blushed deeper. Beckett had an idea.
'Let me propose a deal. You don't tease us about this, and we won't tell anyone about you.'
They looked at each other.
'Deal,' they said simultanuously.
Castle grinned like an idiot, snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her back against him.
'What do you say, we finish what we started?'
Never had anything sounded quite so tempting for her.
'Not at work.'
'What if I say differently?'
'I'll kick you in...'
He twirled her around, so fast that she got dizzy, and pressed his lips against hers. She lost the train of thought she'd been on.
Well, it wasn't so bad, for one time. Of course, knowing Castle, it wouldn't stay one time only, but she knew just how to distract the nine-year old on a sugar high now.
And she couldn't say she would quite mind it if he ignored her orders every once in a while.