Castle Short Stories
16. Grave flowers
∞-∞-∞-∞-∞ The elevators dinged and Richard Castle walked out with a smile on his face, because soon enough he would see that brilliant smile of one beautiful detective. Detective Kate Beckett, the extraordinary and beautiful detective he'd been following around for almost four years. When he arrived at her desk he was slightly surprised that she didn't even look up at him, and when he sat down her cup of sweetness she didn't so much as glance towards the cup. That's weird. "Hey," Castle said and sat down in his chair.
She stayed quiet which took him by shock, she hadn't been this cold since... he couldn't remember when. "So, uh, how's your morning?" he carefully asked, he stayed quiet for a few minutes, expecting an answer but when he didn't get one he tried again. "You catch a case?" First then she glared at him, narrowed eyes that immediately had his small smile fade away, and he knew something must've happened because she sighed harsh before opening her mouth. "Castle, I'm not in the mood. Just go home." She turned back to her paperwork but what he'd seen in her eyes had him hesitating at her command. There hadn't exactly been just anger in her eyes, there had been a sorrow he wasn't quite familiar with, yet he knew he had seen it somewhere before. He leaned back in his chair, trying to process when and in what context he'd seen that sorrow before. Since she didn't say anything more Castle decided to go into the break room where he could see Esposito was hiding. Once he was inside he quietly asked him if he knew what was wrong, if something had happened. "Bro, you checked the calendar?" Esposito asked with a 'duh' voice. "No, why?" Castle questioned and after a meaningful look from his friend he reached for his phone to check it.
Esposito walked out of the room, avoiding passing Beckett's desk in order to get to his own desk. When Castle first looked at the date he didn't understand what that had to do with any of it, until he started thinking about what why he'd stumbled across that sad glimpse before. (Continue in comments)