He's uncertain, but starting this off with "So, I just ordered you off the internet for book research," is probably not the best way to go. Castle's low on inspiration, and makes one of the biggest (best) mistakes of his life when he orders a Russian Bride to base a character on. Beckett needs to escape Russia to solve her mother's murder. But neither of them counted on the spark.
Fact 1: He is six. It's is his birthday (he doesn't know yet that this is going to be the best birthday he ever has) Fact 2: Today is the first time he meets a girl who he thinks is amazing. Perfect, really. Fact 3: She is the love of his life. A Caskett AU long-fic where the characters are little kids. Lots of Castle and Beckett, though Castle's perspective.
After a heated argument (wherein neither can say "I love you", but both mean it), Castle decides that he and Beckett have an expiration date. But a killer's on the loose, one who specializes in ending the suffering of those harboring unrequited love. Soon, Beckett will be left with blood on her hands: she's always held Castle's heart, but soon that may extend beyond the metaphoric.
Due to excessive amounts of undeniable (and nearly tangible) tension, Castle &Beckett were constantly mistaken for a couple, even in the earliest days. This is a simple, fluffy collection of all the times suspects, victim's family members and various colleagues mistook them as being together. Each chapter is told from their perspectives as onlookers of the electricity of Caskett.
Castle and Beckett's relationship consists of thousands of what if's, nearly's and almost's: all the times their ever-present tension could have bubbled over into Something. A collection of scenes where the two came so close to crossing the fragile line between them. Both Castle and Beckett's perspectives: why they didn't make the leap, and why they wished and wanted to give in.
On the day she was shot, two things lodged themselves in Kate Beckett's heart: one bullet, and three little words. Now, months later, she wonders if she'll ever be able to tear her walls down and tell him the truth, face to face. But when Castle asks Beckett to say something in Russian, she thinks perhaps she's found a way. A way that's close enough for now. A One-Shot.
"Please tell me you did not sleep in the break room again." Castle is trying to reconfigure Beckett's priorities so that things like "sleeping" and "eating" are at the top, but Beckett's having none of it as the anniversary of her mother's death draws nearer. Told from alternating Castle/Beckett perspectives, I present a somewhat fluffy and very cute little chapter fic.
He can't say it. That little, three word phrase seems too unremarkable for what he means. For how much he means it. So, instead, he finds lots of little ways, little things. Words and gestures and actions that can only mean "I love you" if you're looking. He hopes that, one day, she'll see. A one shot about how Castle shows what he can't tell.
The first time (and second first time) Castle and Beckett met was at a book signing. Except it wasn't. Because sometimes, very, very rarely, there are people so inexplicably connected that they inevitably collide. Over and over. A collection of all the times fate and the streets of New York couldn't keep these two apart, a series of accidental firsts that neither remembers.
Ryan hands him the twenty. "Huh," he mutters, "I didn't think she'd take him back." But that wasn't the first time the partners had bet on Castle & Beckett, and it wouldn't be the last. A collection of wagers that Esposito and Ryan make on the little and big Caskett things. Of course, no matter what, they're betting that those two make it, always. (And they do). Cute Caskett.