miscommunication [1/1]
Title: Miscommunication
Fandom: Castle
Pairing: Castle/Beckett
Words: 1056
Spoilers: 3x11
Summary: 'He wishes he could tell her when it comes to her he means it. But he knows she won’t believe him.'
He knows it’s probably his fault, that she doesn’t see him that way. He’s flirted with her since the start and she’s seen him flirting with plenty of other women. She probably thinks he’s just like that.
He wishes he could tell her when it comes to her he means it.
But he knows she won’t believe him.
+
She likes that he brings her coffee every morning. She likes that he always sits with her before he even says good morning to the others. She likes it when he flirts with her.
But she’s not sure how much of it he means and how much is his instinct to flirt with every woman he meets.
She tells herself it’s more the second.
That way she doesn’t have to wonder if what she feels for him is as real as she thinks it is.
+
When he’s given the opportunity to kiss the woman pretending to be her he can’t say no - not that he’s really given a choice.
It doesn’t feel right.
He wants to push her away but he’s never been good at that. After all - a little make out session in an elevator can’t hurt that much, right?
‘My place?’ the other woman asks.
He pauses. ‘No.’
The look on her face says everything. She wasn’t expecting a no. Neither was he.
+
She’s not sure why she’s jealous, or exactly why she’s so mad at him, but she is. She shouldn’t even care - of course Castle would kiss an attractive actress in the elevator. Why wouldn’t he?
And the only reason she carea is because she doesn’t want this other woman to steal everything from her.
That’s all.
It has nothing to do with Castle himself.
+
He watches her sitting across from him at the bar. Everyone else is having fun, but she’s staring off blankly into space.
‘Everything OK?’ he asks.
She turns to him and smiles, a smile he knows she’s faking.
‘Yeah. I’m gonna head home.’
‘I’ll walk you to a cab,’ he jumps off his seat before she’s even moved.
She looks at him, confused.
‘Thanks.’
Sometimes he really wishes she understood.
+
‘You know he’s in love with you, right?’
She looks up at Ryan. She’s spent all day buried in her case and she’s not entirely sure what he’s talking about, although she has a good idea.
Glancing across the room at Castle making her coffee. It’s not the first time that day.
‘Who?’
‘I know I don’t make Esposito seven cups of coffee,’ he nods in Castle’s direction.
‘You know since your engagement you’ve become a romantic,’ she replies, looking back at her paperwork.
‘He’s never going to say anything,’ Ryan keeps going and she starts to wonder if he’s been drinking.
She looks up at him again, and she realises he’s being serious. At first she’s not sure how she’s supposed to respond to that, then she glances at Castle.
‘He doesn’t think you’ll believe him.’
Ryan leaves but she keeps her focus on Castle. He’s singing to himself as he makes her coffee, and smiling. He looks up at her and sees her staring.
For the first time she realises the way he smiles at her signifies a little more than friendship.
+
Something’s changed, but he’s not sure what it is. He watches her at the crime scene and wonders why she doesn’t talk to him anymore, why she’s started making Ryan or Esposito call him in to the crime scenes.
She finishes her conversation with Dr Parish and he grabs her arm.
His actions are met with a glare from her.
‘Castle,’ she warns.
‘Why are you avoiding me?’ he asks.
It’s not like it’s something she hasn’t done before, it’s just that this time he doesn’t understand what he’s done wrong. He watches as her expression melts from cold to puzzled.
She hasn’t even realised she’s doing it.
‘Not now,’ she replies, pulling her arm away from him and walking away.
She doesn’t talk to him for the rest of the day.
+
It’s 11PM when there’s a knock at her door. She knows who it is, no one else would turn up that close to midnight.
For a moment she considers not opening the door.
‘I know you’re in there, Beckett.’
She smiles at the sound of his voice and she realises that she’s missed him the last week or so - not that she’s been avoiding him intentionally, she just suddenly finds herself completely confused in his presence and it distracts her from work.
She pulls open the door to find him standing with flowers in one hand and chocolates in the other.
‘Is it surprise your boss in their apartment late at night day?’ she asks, narrowing her eyes.
‘I wasn’t sure what the appropriate etiquette was for apologising to someone for something when you’re not sure what you’ve done wrong, so I brought flowers and chocolate,’ he smiles. ‘And you’re not my boss.’
He walks into her apartment without her offering an official invitation. She watches him and says nothing.
‘So?’
He places the flowers on her kitchen bench and the chocolate next them and turns to her as he speaks. She returns his short question with a confused look.
‘What?’ she asks.
She has no idea what he’s doing there.
‘What have I done wrong?’ he clarifies.
She doesn’t know how to respond. After a few moments she just shakes her head.
‘Nothing, Castle,’ she replies. ‘You haven’t done anything.’
She knows he won’t understand her double meaning but she’s not sure she’s ready for that conversation. She’s not sure how she feels.
‘Well then, I guess I should take back the flowers and the chocolate,’ he grins.
She returns the smile. She can’t help it, his smile is infectious.
‘Or we could watch TV and eat the chocolate?’ she suggests.
‘Or we could do that,’ he picks up the box and sits on her couch.
She follows him and sits closely. She’s not ready to discuss their feelings for each other - but maybe a little bit of flirting back couldn’t hurt.
Just to see if he notices.
‘Oh and Castle?’ she looks at him.
‘Hmm…’ he responds, fighting with the TV control. ‘How old is this thing?’
She grabs it from him and turns the TV on. ‘I am most definitely your boss.’
Fandom: Castle
Pairing: Castle/Beckett
Words: 1056
Spoilers: 3x11
Summary: 'He wishes he could tell her when it comes to her he means it. But he knows she won’t believe him.'
He knows it’s probably his fault, that she doesn’t see him that way. He’s flirted with her since the start and she’s seen him flirting with plenty of other women. She probably thinks he’s just like that.
He wishes he could tell her when it comes to her he means it.
But he knows she won’t believe him.
+
She likes that he brings her coffee every morning. She likes that he always sits with her before he even says good morning to the others. She likes it when he flirts with her.
But she’s not sure how much of it he means and how much is his instinct to flirt with every woman he meets.
She tells herself it’s more the second.
That way she doesn’t have to wonder if what she feels for him is as real as she thinks it is.
+
When he’s given the opportunity to kiss the woman pretending to be her he can’t say no - not that he’s really given a choice.
It doesn’t feel right.
He wants to push her away but he’s never been good at that. After all - a little make out session in an elevator can’t hurt that much, right?
‘My place?’ the other woman asks.
He pauses. ‘No.’
The look on her face says everything. She wasn’t expecting a no. Neither was he.
+
She’s not sure why she’s jealous, or exactly why she’s so mad at him, but she is. She shouldn’t even care - of course Castle would kiss an attractive actress in the elevator. Why wouldn’t he?
And the only reason she carea is because she doesn’t want this other woman to steal everything from her.
That’s all.
It has nothing to do with Castle himself.
+
He watches her sitting across from him at the bar. Everyone else is having fun, but she’s staring off blankly into space.
‘Everything OK?’ he asks.
She turns to him and smiles, a smile he knows she’s faking.
‘Yeah. I’m gonna head home.’
‘I’ll walk you to a cab,’ he jumps off his seat before she’s even moved.
She looks at him, confused.
‘Thanks.’
Sometimes he really wishes she understood.
+
‘You know he’s in love with you, right?’
She looks up at Ryan. She’s spent all day buried in her case and she’s not entirely sure what he’s talking about, although she has a good idea.
Glancing across the room at Castle making her coffee. It’s not the first time that day.
‘Who?’
‘I know I don’t make Esposito seven cups of coffee,’ he nods in Castle’s direction.
‘You know since your engagement you’ve become a romantic,’ she replies, looking back at her paperwork.
‘He’s never going to say anything,’ Ryan keeps going and she starts to wonder if he’s been drinking.
She looks up at him again, and she realises he’s being serious. At first she’s not sure how she’s supposed to respond to that, then she glances at Castle.
‘He doesn’t think you’ll believe him.’
Ryan leaves but she keeps her focus on Castle. He’s singing to himself as he makes her coffee, and smiling. He looks up at her and sees her staring.
For the first time she realises the way he smiles at her signifies a little more than friendship.
+
Something’s changed, but he’s not sure what it is. He watches her at the crime scene and wonders why she doesn’t talk to him anymore, why she’s started making Ryan or Esposito call him in to the crime scenes.
She finishes her conversation with Dr Parish and he grabs her arm.
His actions are met with a glare from her.
‘Castle,’ she warns.
‘Why are you avoiding me?’ he asks.
It’s not like it’s something she hasn’t done before, it’s just that this time he doesn’t understand what he’s done wrong. He watches as her expression melts from cold to puzzled.
She hasn’t even realised she’s doing it.
‘Not now,’ she replies, pulling her arm away from him and walking away.
She doesn’t talk to him for the rest of the day.
+
It’s 11PM when there’s a knock at her door. She knows who it is, no one else would turn up that close to midnight.
For a moment she considers not opening the door.
‘I know you’re in there, Beckett.’
She smiles at the sound of his voice and she realises that she’s missed him the last week or so - not that she’s been avoiding him intentionally, she just suddenly finds herself completely confused in his presence and it distracts her from work.
She pulls open the door to find him standing with flowers in one hand and chocolates in the other.
‘Is it surprise your boss in their apartment late at night day?’ she asks, narrowing her eyes.
‘I wasn’t sure what the appropriate etiquette was for apologising to someone for something when you’re not sure what you’ve done wrong, so I brought flowers and chocolate,’ he smiles. ‘And you’re not my boss.’
He walks into her apartment without her offering an official invitation. She watches him and says nothing.
‘So?’
He places the flowers on her kitchen bench and the chocolate next them and turns to her as he speaks. She returns his short question with a confused look.
‘What?’ she asks.
She has no idea what he’s doing there.
‘What have I done wrong?’ he clarifies.
She doesn’t know how to respond. After a few moments she just shakes her head.
‘Nothing, Castle,’ she replies. ‘You haven’t done anything.’
She knows he won’t understand her double meaning but she’s not sure she’s ready for that conversation. She’s not sure how she feels.
‘Well then, I guess I should take back the flowers and the chocolate,’ he grins.
She returns the smile. She can’t help it, his smile is infectious.
‘Or we could watch TV and eat the chocolate?’ she suggests.
‘Or we could do that,’ he picks up the box and sits on her couch.
She follows him and sits closely. She’s not ready to discuss their feelings for each other - but maybe a little bit of flirting back couldn’t hurt.
Just to see if he notices.
‘Oh and Castle?’ she looks at him.
‘Hmm…’ he responds, fighting with the TV control. ‘How old is this thing?’
She grabs it from him and turns the TV on. ‘I am most definitely your boss.’