I'm not going to go into intricate detail as to the "how" of the birth of this fic idea but I will tell you that it was interesting :) I am going to dedicate this fic (which will in fact be a multichapter) to KB-RC23, 4evercaskett, and StanaTorv, because who would I be without my 'precinct gang'? :D

Disclaimer: Castle and its character belongs to ABC and Andrew W. Marlowe. "Cowboy Casanova" belongs to Carrie Underwood.

P.S. Virtual cookie to anyone that picks up on the 'Fight Club' reference. (That's my all time favorite movie, I couldn't resist)

You better take it from me,

That boy is like a disease.

You run and you try, and you're trying to hide,

Wondering why you can't get free.

He's like a curse, he's like a drug.

You'll get addicted to his love.

You wanna get out,

But he's holding you down,

Cause you can't live without one more touch...

Kate sat idly at the bar, watching the condensation dripping down the side of her beer and sliding onto the polished oak under it. She had just flown into El Paso that day and after the long flight she had needed a moment to unwind. The small country western bar that was two blocks from her hotel had seemed like the perfect getaway from the plagues of her big city lifestyle.

A jukebox in the corner of the dusty bar played a static-laden version of Merle Haggard quietly, while broken down, sun-beaten cowboys were hunched over the two tattered pool tables. Everything about the bar screamed wild, wild west, and Kate couldn't be more content with it if she tried.

The sports magazine that she worked for had sent her here as a 'probationary story' to cover the PBR world finals. When her boss had told her where she would be going and what she would be covering she couldn't help the distaste that had flitted across her face.

"Really, Montgomery? Bull riding?" He had simply smiled at her and handed her the plane tickets when she had asked that question. And that was why she was sitting in 'Lou's Tavern' now, surrounded by stale beer and cigarette smoke.

Across the room, the door to the tavern swung open again, but she did not look up until she heard the new patrons begin yelling to the entire bar.

"Ladies and gentlemen, your next world champion bull rider has arrived!" A tan, stocky man in a cream colored Stetson, and a brown duster jacket hollered, cupping his hands around his mouth. A younger looking, blonde man in what she could only describe as an...interesting vest opened the other door.

A tall, gruff man walked in, his black Stetson pulled down low over his face, but an impish grin was spread across his handsome face nonetheless. He removed his cowboy hat and Kate's heart nearly stopped beating in her chest when their gazes met across the crowded bar.

He's a good time, Cowboy Casanova,

Leaning up against the record machine.

Looks like a cool drink of water,

But he's candy coated misery.

He's the devil in disguise,

A snake with blue eyes,

And he only comes out at night.

Gives you feelings that you don't wanna fight,

You better run for your life.

"Thanks, Esposito." He patted the tan man on the back before doing the same to the other man. "You too, Ryan." He moved towards the bar with an ease that seemed second nature, his hips swaying seductively in the faded Wranglers which were slung low across his taut hips. The black, longsleeved dress shirt that was stretched across the broad expanse of his muscular back and chest moved effortlessly with him, the fabric clinging to his skin. He took a seat on the bar stool next to hers and motioned for the bar tender to bring him a beer before turning to face her. "Well, hello there. You must be new in town?" He set his hat on the bar nonchalantly and shifted to get closer to her, his knee brushing hers and sending electric thrills through her body.

"You could say that." She took a long drink of her beer and tried to quell the jumpy, giddiness that had sprung up in her chest. "I'm here to cover the championships for the '12th Times' magazine in New York. Kate Beckett." She extended her hand to him, which he took in his and brushed his lips over her knuckles.

"Richard Castle." His low, resonating voice was suddenly directly next to her ear. "You can call me Rick, Kate. Would you care to dance?"

"I don't dance, Mister Castle." She said, though her tone was laced with a playfulness that she didn't know she possessed.

"We'll see about that, Miss Beckett." He took her hand and pulled her towards the vacant dance floor. Rick spun her away from him before whipping her back into his body, their hips pressed flush against one another with no space between them. His feet moved with an understated elegance that spoke volumes toward her theory of him being much more than simply a bull rider.

"You move pretty well, Rick." She noted out loud as he spun her once around the wood floor.

"I like to think so, Kate." He murmured into her ear, his breath warm and wet against her skin causing her to shudder. Kate let her thigh slip in between his legs and brushed it upward lightly. Rick groaned against her skin. "That's not fair." He growled.

"Oh?" She asked, shocking herself with the boldness of her previous action. Kate Beckett did not try to hook up with men ten minutes after meeting them...what was going on with her? "I hadn't noticed." She grinned and repeated the action, drawing another groan from him. He spun her away from him for a moment, and pulled her back against him, his nose brushing against the skin of her throat.

"Let's get out of here, Kate." He murmured, his lips brushing the side of her neck. She fisted her hands in his shirt and shuddered against him. The only response she could muster was a stuttering nod. He clutched her hand in his and led her through the crowd, out the door and into the cooling night air. They crossed the parking lot until they came up to a large black Chevy Silverado with tires like Kate had never seen in her life. "Your chariot awaits, Miss Beckett." He extended his hand and helped her into the truck.

Rick climbed into the other side of the pick up, slamming the door behind him and throwing gravel up as he tore out of the parking lot. They drove a few miles in silence as Kate tried to keep her wits about her, that is until Rick reached across the bench seat and pulled her flush against him.

He tucked her underneath his arm, the heat rolling off his body somehow a comfort to Kate. He let his fingers glide up the inside of her thigh, lifting her mini skirt until he could see the red lace panties that she had put on that morning. He massaged the ivory skin beside them gently before moving higher.

"I now remember why it is that teenagers are so fond of bench seat pick ups." Kate moaned when his finger slid inside her heat. She gripped his forearm so hard that she was sure there would be bruises the next morning. He simply chuckled low in his throat and swung the truck into a spacious house surrounded by fencing. He hooked his arms underneath her legs and back after he hopped out, his black cowboy boots somehow hitting the ground soundlessly. He stopped once he had the truck door closed and gazed into her eyes before brushing his lips against hers.

Kate knew it was a stupid thought, but when he kissed her she almost swore that she felt a spark shoot between their lips. He sighed when they parted and rested his head against her forehead.

"I don't know what it is about you, Katherine Beckett, but I feel like I've known you for a lifetime."

"I know the feeling, Castle." She smirked, her hands fisted in his shirt.

"I plan on making tonight an evening that you won't soon forget."

"Well, you have to understand that I'm a city girl, Rick. We're not like these rodeo circut women. We expect more than an eight second ride. Think you can deliver?" She waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"I'll even let you hold the stop watch."

The next thing Kate knew sunlight was streaming in through unfamiliar curtains, the bed that she expected to be occupied by a large warm body was empty, and her phone was screaming at her.

"Beckett." She answered groggily.

"You are the luckiest woman alive."

"Good morning to you too, Lanie. Now why am I the luckiest woman alive?" She groaned as she threw the sheet back and sat up.

"Didn't Montgomery call you and tell you what the story is you're covering?" Her best friend and coworker sounded confused.

"Not anything specific, why?"

"You're going to be doing an intimate profile on last years champion. Only one of the sexiest men in the bull riding circuit." Lanie chuckled, Kate wracked her brain to try and put a face to the title.

"Who's that?"

"Seriously? Geeze, you do need to get out more. His name is Rick Castle." Kate felt her jaw hit the bed as the phone slipped from her grasp. "Kate?" Lanie's muffled voice called from the bed spread.

Shit.

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