Summary: My Version about what happened after the episode, "Lucky Stiff". Perhaps our Man Castle, might get lucky too ;)

Disclaimer: I own nothing about Castle, for if I did, Beckett and Castle would have had many hours of raunchy sex by now.

Rating: M for MORE action between Castle and Beckett!

Pairing: Kate and Castle

Spoiler alert! If you have yet to see the Episode "Lucky Stiff" I would suggest you not read this fan-fic & yes this is my first story! Reviews are welcomed! :D

CHAPTER ONE

Sexy as HELL when I come through the Door

Kate had just come home from an arrest, closing the door to her apartment; she tossed her keys onto the counter, and looked over to the corner of her living room. There, was her mother's guitar. Kate hadn't played in a while, not because she didn't want to, or because work kept her away, but because of how much that simple instrument reminded her of her mother, Johanna Beckett. Walking over to the guitar stand, she picked it up, and held it in her hands. Running her fingers over the strings, a slight smile crossed her face, and disappeared just as fast. Memories flooded her mind of the times they spent together, singing together, and it overwhelmed her. Quickly, Kate strode over to her wine cabinet, taking out the best she had, popped the cork, and pored herself a glass.

For what it seemed like hours, but was probably only 20 minutes, Kate was having a sort of staring contest with the guitar, and for a while, she was winning. Then Kate thought of that silly song she had heard in the studio earlier that day, how its words seemed so meaningless, so frivolous yet addicting at the same time. Feeling giddy, the temptation of just be herself from 10 years ago won out. Gingerly, she picked up her Mother's guitar, and placed her glass on the coffee table. She gazed some more, then began to play. The strumming of chords drifted through her apartment, and filled Kate's ears. The music made her begin to feel nostalgia about the times when she was goofing around with her Mother, singing without a care in the world. Feeling brave, she opened her mouth, and began to sing, "Move that ass…move that ass." She was a little rusty, but started to get the hang of things, "get on the floor…" But her singing was interrupted by the distinctive sound of someone was knocking on her door. Thinking to herself, "Who could that be, at such a late hour?" Still In wonder, she placed her instrument down in its stand, uncrossed her legs, and made her way to the front door. Opening it, she recognized a familiar face. For some reason she felt excited, immediately suppressing that feeling from her mind, "Castle!" she exclaimed. But before she could demand his presence, he interrupted again, "I know what you would do if you won the lottery."

Inviting himself into her home, he walked past Kate with a knowing smirk, leaving her at the door. Pursing her lips, she replied to the empty hallway, with a hint of sarcasm, "By all means, please come in." Yet, she quickly decided to let his lack of manners go, and play along with his game. Closing the door, she turned sharply on her heel, and followed him into her living room. Almost teasingly, she replied, "So what is your big insight into a financial decision that I will never have to make?" Placing her hands onto her hips, she dared him to make one of his typical wise-assed remarks. As if reading her mind, his face seemed to almost have lost his playfulness, as he replied, "You would use the money to honor your mother's legacy". The smirk that had formed on her face slowly disappeared at the mentioning of her mother. His voice became slightly serious as he continued, "On the way over here, I called the dean of your mom's old law school, he said with a smile, "We talked about starting a scholarship in Johanna Beckett's name" Kate suddenly became somber, and kept her eyes on his. He continued, "One that would provide a full ride for a student planning to dedicate a career to those in the legal system without a voice," He paused to look at her, attempt to figure out that she was thinking, "The kind of people your mom championed. " her eyes briefly turned away, then flittered back to his once more. "And…with your blessing, I would like to host a fundraiser to help fund it." He smiled, in a way, congratulating himself for coming up with the idea. Her face changed, it was if she was almost glaring as she finally spoke, "You just can't stay out of my personal life, can you?" Deflated, he stared at her in worry. Worry, that he had upset her in some way, just as he's done before with the subject of her mother. Finally, a small smile crept onto her face, as she replied in a whisper, "Thank you." Looking down to avoid his eyes, afraid that they would betray her words, words that she convinced herself were meaningless, "That's…really sweet". Producing a paper, most likely the fundraising plans, from somewhere in his coat, His smirk returned as he replied, "We defiantly have to invite the mayor!"

As Castle babbled off random thoughts, Kate smiled slightly, rolling her eyes. He made his way over to her dinner table, with her following him. They both sat, as he began to discuss his plans. While he spoke, Kate listened, nodding every once in a while, speaking up about certain things, but all the while, just looking at him. The way he talked, like her had a secret only for her, the way his eyes lit up when talking about the fundraiser. Oh, how she loved his eyes! Getting caught up in them, she began noticing that familiar spark, which had always seemed to promise a new challenge. Beckett had never seen him more in his element then now. Drifting off into her thoughts, she lost focus with the current conversation, and began to muse about Castle. "His eyes…usually I never notice…are beautiful." Shock flashed over her, "And why would I notice? There isn't a reason for it, come on Kate! Get it together!" Castle began to notice how quiet Beckett had become, and realized he had been talking to himself, rather he was talking to her but her thoughts were elsewhere.

"Kate?" She looked up, to find his worried gaze. Those beautiful eyes, once blue, turned gray with concern. She snapped to attention, "Oh, sorry, what did you say Castle?" He looked at her some more, "It…it doesn't matter." Reaching out for her hand, grabbing it within his, "Kate, if this is about your mother, If, if it's too hard I understand-" Her eyes widened, "Oh no! Nothing like that Castle…" He searched her face, "Then what, Kate? Where are your thoughts?" She contemplated the idea of telling him. She really did, but what if he took it the wrong way? She thought, "What if my thoughts lead him on? I don't want that." But the lie she began to form didn't leave her mind, rather, the truth came out. "Your…your eyes". His eyebrows rose in surprised confusion, "My…eyes?"

Realizing what she had said, Beckett quickly removed her hand from his, standing abruptly from where she was sitting. "Oh, Nothing, just forget it." Now he was curious, he followed her back to the living room, watching her sit by that same guitar she had only been playing moments before his arrival. "Kate..?" She looked up. "Kate..." he sat down to where she was, "What about my eyes". Knowing he could say something off-handed, like, "Do my eyes mesmerize you detective?" Or, "Beckett, are you fantasying about me?" with a classic Castle eyebrow-wiggle-waggle. But he kept quiet; this was no time for games. "I just," she began, "I just never noticed…how…stunning they were, that's all" Something inside him, maybe what she said, made him fell strange, "Stunning?" She looked away, a slight blush on her cheeks; "Yeah" Suddenly he wanted to see her eyes. Cupping her cheek with his hand, he slowly turned her face to his. Surprisingly, she didn't protest, in fact, he could have sworn she wanted it. "Your eyes are what is stunning Kate" Now he knew she was blushing. Beckett tried to hide it, but she couldn't hide it from him. Castle, that annoying novelist she always claimed to detest, was making this calm detective blush like a school girl. Removing his hand from her cheek, she smiled "You flattery me, Castle, really. But they're just eyes." Not to him they weren't. To him, they were his world. Shocked at his thoughts, yet not entirely surprised, he decided to test his luck. "Your eyes are stunning. Why else would I be entranced by you, Detective?" Trying to play it cool, Beckett crossed her arms, "Do you use that line often? It sounds well-rehearsed." He eased closer to her, letting her presence take up his, he noticed how he was beginning to make her nervous. "Am I making you nervous Detective?" Stuttering, she exclaimed, "I-I most certainly am not! And you're avoiding my question!" She turned away from him, attempting to cover up the obvious lie she just told. "I believe I am", He stated cockily. Suddenly she was angry and began to turn around and give him a piece of her mind, when suddenly her mouth was overtaken by his lips.

To be continued...

SoooOOoo...

What did y'all think?

I just took my last final, otherwise I would have written more. Forgive me, I'm so DANG TIRED! But I just had to write this! It's been sitting in my mind ever since I had this dream a while back & even though that last episode, "To Love & Die in L.A", as did "Pretty dead", showed more of a progression in their relationship, I really loved this scene in this episode! Please let me know what y'all think, and I'll PROMISE not to be like one of those other writers who forget about their stories and leave you hanging :P

Sincerely,

Sprella