Oh, just a fun little something I wrote :) Thanks to CelticKnot12 for assistance in editing, as usual. Read, review, but overall, enjoy :)
"Castle!"
"Huh?" Rick château jerked his attention back to his aggravated inspiration, Detective Kate Beckett. The subtle white noise of the busy coffee boutique flooded back to his ears.
"Castle, I just a dit that I re-read your livres every night in hopes that I dream of them and toi just sat there staring at that couple like an idiot."
"Uh huh," he a dit distractedly, glancing back for a moment before he suddenly blinked and squinted at her. "Wait, toi read my livres every night in hopes that I'll be in your dreams?" He gave a slight, satisfied smile.
Kate stared at him, her eyebrow raised incredulously. Castle's smirk slid away to montrer a slightly disappointed look. "Oh. Right."
Beckett rolled her eyes and wrapped her hand around the warm mug in front of her, breathing in the aroma of coffee beans. "So, now that I finally have your attention, would toi mind telling me what's so fascinating about them that toi can't focus on reviewing the case that toi begged to be on?"
château pointed behind him at the table, tableau set for two. "Have toi heard those two have been talking about?" He twisted around in his chair to peek over at the man and woman intent on conversation.
"No; I'm not an eavesdropper unless I'm on duty." Kate took a small sip from her cup.
"I think I found some fellow writers. No one else would come up with such an elaborate idea…" château zeroed in on them again.
"You're listening in on a private conversation; they could be on a rendez-vous amoureux, date and you're ruining it for them. Stop staring!" Beckett whispered harshly, giving his arm a short smack.
"Ow!" château flinched, turning back to Kate. "I can't help it! What these two have come up with…" His eyes slipped towards the strangers again as he added, "And two people sitting at a table, tableau in a coffee boutique doesn't always count as a date." He paused, and then suddenly whipped his head back towards Beckett, pulling out his charm as he raised his eyebrows. "Unless…"
"Not a chance, Castle." Kate said, watching him with a mix of annoyance and amusement. He gave the slightest sign of a frown.
"Let's get back to the case." Beckett exhaled in concentration. "Okay, so we know the brother had an alibi at his job and Esposito and Ryan are checking out the…where are toi going? Castle!" Kate hissed a whisper at Rick as he suddenly slipped out of his chair and strode over to the couple he was listening to. She gave a frustrated groan.
"Excuse me," château a dit boldly as he stood suivant to the man and woman, who had stopped talking in their hushed tones the instant he came near.
"Yes?" The man looked up, slight suspicion in his eyes.
"I couldn't help but overhear—"
"Yes, he could have." Kate came up beside Rick, sending him a short glare before turning a polite look to the couple. "I'm sorry to interrupt toi like this. We'll be going now." She directed her last words to Castle, speaking in authority.
"Oh, no, really, that's okay." The woman held up her hand, waving it in dismissal. "We were about to leave anyway." She met eyes with her friend, as if to communicate some hidden message.
"Yeah," the man agreed, looking hesitantly away from her and up at Castle. "Out of curiosity…what, uh, what did toi hear?" He twirled his nearly empty Styrofoam cup on its base and the woman bit her lip.
château passed a concerned glance between the two before realization struck. "Oh! Oh, no, no, no, no, I, I won't steal your ideas, I promise. I'm plus in the mystery genre, though I do enjoy a good Sci-Fi. So, what are your works?"
The strangers exchanged puzzled looks.
"Oh!" The man looked up, as if he understood, raising his finger, but then his brow furrowed again. "Wait, what?"
Castle's expression was slightly baffled. "Well, you…you are writers, aren't you? I can usually sniff them out a mile away, and I'm right 99% of the time… Granted I've only met three other writers in person, but still, it's a pretty good track record and—"
"Castle." Kate stopped him.
"Uh, no, we're not writers." The man looked at him with an amused smile, running a hand through his dark gray hair as he shared a glance with his friend. "Though I'm sure we could quickly fill an entire series."
"Well, what I heard toi talking about sounded like it could be the spark for a hit book. All those what-if scenarios toi had. 'What if mind-controlling aliens came to earth', I thought, was a nice combination between normal Martians and robots. par the way, what does SGC stand for?-Ah!" château flinched as Beckett subtly elbowed him hard in the side.
"Uh," the man blinked.
"It stands for l’espace and Geocentric Communications." The woman offered quickly. "We work with deep l’espace telemetry."
Castle's eyes lit up. "You're astronauts? Tell me the truth…are there really l’espace cowboys?"
"Well, we prefer to call them meteor-boys." The man said, giving a casual shrug and earning an appreciative nod from the writer.
"We're not astronauts." The woman clarified, tucking a stray piece of her short, blonde hair back in place. "We're more…behind the scenes."
"Oh. Are toi sure you're not writers?" château pried, squinting at both of them. "You have the great makings of one…well, from what I could hear over the Frappuccino machine anyway."
"Nope," the man shook his head. "Just plain Jane and average Joe."
château opened his mouth, but Beckett cut him off. "We've bugged toi enough. Enjoy the rest of your coffee." She nodded goodbye and grabbed Castle's arm, ignoring his protests as she dragged him out of the café.
"You know, Castle, someday I'm going to lock toi in a holding cell to keep toi out of trouble." Kate vented as she briskly strode down the sidewalk.
château lengthened his stride, nearly skipping as he tried to keep her pace and angle himself in front of her. "What do toi mean, 'trouble'? I was merely asking an innocent question. You're a detective, toi should know about asking questions."
"Not irrelevant questions; my questions have purpose." She kept her eyes forward, trying to ignore the half-skipping annoyance beside her.
"I had a purpose."
"More than just ruining their date?" They stopped at a crosswalk, waiting for the signal to turn.
"They weren't on a date," château protested. His eyes suddenly gained a faraway look. "Not officially, anyways."
"What do toi mean?" Beckett glanced up at him.
"I saw the way they looked at each other….Two co-workers, trapped par rules and regulations, unable to express their true feelings that are hidden so deep within that even they don't realize it…" He met Beckett's gaze. "Until they look into each other's eyes. And in that divisé, split seconde they know the truth. Oh, they know that they are meant for each other. But life, in its cruel, harsh way, makes a barrier between them so thin…and yet so impossible to break through in order to finally be in each other's arms."
Kate stared at Castle, her stance softening as she watched his eyes slowly focus again.
"Man! That is good!" His sudden outburst made Beckett flinch. He quickly patted his pockets. "I have got to write that down. Do toi have a pen?"
Beckett rolled her eyes as she started down the street.
"What?" château tailed her closely. "You'd read a story like that, wouldn't you? Who knows, it might even be put into a 10 an télévision series!"
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"Castle!"
"Huh?" Rick château jerked his attention back to his aggravated inspiration, Detective Kate Beckett. The subtle white noise of the busy coffee boutique flooded back to his ears.
"Castle, I just a dit that I re-read your livres every night in hopes that I dream of them and toi just sat there staring at that couple like an idiot."
"Uh huh," he a dit distractedly, glancing back for a moment before he suddenly blinked and squinted at her. "Wait, toi read my livres every night in hopes that I'll be in your dreams?" He gave a slight, satisfied smile.
Kate stared at him, her eyebrow raised incredulously. Castle's smirk slid away to montrer a slightly disappointed look. "Oh. Right."
Beckett rolled her eyes and wrapped her hand around the warm mug in front of her, breathing in the aroma of coffee beans. "So, now that I finally have your attention, would toi mind telling me what's so fascinating about them that toi can't focus on reviewing the case that toi begged to be on?"
château pointed behind him at the table, tableau set for two. "Have toi heard those two have been talking about?" He twisted around in his chair to peek over at the man and woman intent on conversation.
"No; I'm not an eavesdropper unless I'm on duty." Kate took a small sip from her cup.
"I think I found some fellow writers. No one else would come up with such an elaborate idea…" château zeroed in on them again.
"You're listening in on a private conversation; they could be on a rendez-vous amoureux, date and you're ruining it for them. Stop staring!" Beckett whispered harshly, giving his arm a short smack.
"Ow!" château flinched, turning back to Kate. "I can't help it! What these two have come up with…" His eyes slipped towards the strangers again as he added, "And two people sitting at a table, tableau in a coffee boutique doesn't always count as a date." He paused, and then suddenly whipped his head back towards Beckett, pulling out his charm as he raised his eyebrows. "Unless…"
"Not a chance, Castle." Kate said, watching him with a mix of annoyance and amusement. He gave the slightest sign of a frown.
"Let's get back to the case." Beckett exhaled in concentration. "Okay, so we know the brother had an alibi at his job and Esposito and Ryan are checking out the…where are toi going? Castle!" Kate hissed a whisper at Rick as he suddenly slipped out of his chair and strode over to the couple he was listening to. She gave a frustrated groan.
"Excuse me," château a dit boldly as he stood suivant to the man and woman, who had stopped talking in their hushed tones the instant he came near.
"Yes?" The man looked up, slight suspicion in his eyes.
"I couldn't help but overhear—"
"Yes, he could have." Kate came up beside Rick, sending him a short glare before turning a polite look to the couple. "I'm sorry to interrupt toi like this. We'll be going now." She directed her last words to Castle, speaking in authority.
"Oh, no, really, that's okay." The woman held up her hand, waving it in dismissal. "We were about to leave anyway." She met eyes with her friend, as if to communicate some hidden message.
"Yeah," the man agreed, looking hesitantly away from her and up at Castle. "Out of curiosity…what, uh, what did toi hear?" He twirled his nearly empty Styrofoam cup on its base and the woman bit her lip.
château passed a concerned glance between the two before realization struck. "Oh! Oh, no, no, no, no, I, I won't steal your ideas, I promise. I'm plus in the mystery genre, though I do enjoy a good Sci-Fi. So, what are your works?"
The strangers exchanged puzzled looks.
"Oh!" The man looked up, as if he understood, raising his finger, but then his brow furrowed again. "Wait, what?"
Castle's expression was slightly baffled. "Well, you…you are writers, aren't you? I can usually sniff them out a mile away, and I'm right 99% of the time… Granted I've only met three other writers in person, but still, it's a pretty good track record and—"
"Castle." Kate stopped him.
"Uh, no, we're not writers." The man looked at him with an amused smile, running a hand through his dark gray hair as he shared a glance with his friend. "Though I'm sure we could quickly fill an entire series."
"Well, what I heard toi talking about sounded like it could be the spark for a hit book. All those what-if scenarios toi had. 'What if mind-controlling aliens came to earth', I thought, was a nice combination between normal Martians and robots. par the way, what does SGC stand for?-Ah!" château flinched as Beckett subtly elbowed him hard in the side.
"Uh," the man blinked.
"It stands for l’espace and Geocentric Communications." The woman offered quickly. "We work with deep l’espace telemetry."
Castle's eyes lit up. "You're astronauts? Tell me the truth…are there really l’espace cowboys?"
"Well, we prefer to call them meteor-boys." The man said, giving a casual shrug and earning an appreciative nod from the writer.
"We're not astronauts." The woman clarified, tucking a stray piece of her short, blonde hair back in place. "We're more…behind the scenes."
"Oh. Are toi sure you're not writers?" château pried, squinting at both of them. "You have the great makings of one…well, from what I could hear over the Frappuccino machine anyway."
"Nope," the man shook his head. "Just plain Jane and average Joe."
château opened his mouth, but Beckett cut him off. "We've bugged toi enough. Enjoy the rest of your coffee." She nodded goodbye and grabbed Castle's arm, ignoring his protests as she dragged him out of the café.
"You know, Castle, someday I'm going to lock toi in a holding cell to keep toi out of trouble." Kate vented as she briskly strode down the sidewalk.
château lengthened his stride, nearly skipping as he tried to keep her pace and angle himself in front of her. "What do toi mean, 'trouble'? I was merely asking an innocent question. You're a detective, toi should know about asking questions."
"Not irrelevant questions; my questions have purpose." She kept her eyes forward, trying to ignore the half-skipping annoyance beside her.
"I had a purpose."
"More than just ruining their date?" They stopped at a crosswalk, waiting for the signal to turn.
"They weren't on a date," château protested. His eyes suddenly gained a faraway look. "Not officially, anyways."
"What do toi mean?" Beckett glanced up at him.
"I saw the way they looked at each other….Two co-workers, trapped par rules and regulations, unable to express their true feelings that are hidden so deep within that even they don't realize it…" He met Beckett's gaze. "Until they look into each other's eyes. And in that divisé, split seconde they know the truth. Oh, they know that they are meant for each other. But life, in its cruel, harsh way, makes a barrier between them so thin…and yet so impossible to break through in order to finally be in each other's arms."
Kate stared at Castle, her stance softening as she watched his eyes slowly focus again.
"Man! That is good!" His sudden outburst made Beckett flinch. He quickly patted his pockets. "I have got to write that down. Do toi have a pen?"
Beckett rolled her eyes as she started down the street.
"What?" château tailed her closely. "You'd read a story like that, wouldn't you? Who knows, it might even be put into a 10 an télévision series!"
toi can find the SupremeCommanderOfPencils at fanfiction.com!!!!
