"Because" Was the only argument she voiced,
"But I want to listen to that. It could be revealing.." He said cryptically, even if it was as clear as day what the reasons were.
'Yeah, it's funny though, that sometimes this women show their affection, or attraction if you may, by displaying overbearingness, not knowing other ways of showing it.'
"Is that so, Keith?" Castle asked the radio for good measure. He could see with the corner of his eyes that the radio interview wasn't very well accepted by the detective, even more, he was almost sure that she was blushing slightly.
'indeed, so don't be mistaken-' Beckett refused to keep listening to that. She was in her car, doing a freakin' ...view middle of the document...
"Well you always asking me if I'm really an author, or degrading my books to mere pulp fiction." Castle provided, to which Beckett didn't argued.
'Make you feel powerless or not in control?'
"You're obviously not in control. You're serving a sentence. It's court ordered, you're not even working there"
'Use threats (implicit or explicit) or intimidation to gain your compliance?, Get physical with you, rough or not (any unwanted physical contact is harassment)?'
"Double check!"He answered emphatically
"It's not like you don't ask for it." Beckett said trying and failing to hide her smirk.
"That is so what a workplace abuser would say" Castle accused, making Kate roll her eyes again.
'Mocks you, ridicules you, puts you down, calls you names, trivializes your words-?'
"Yes, she does" he said, not even letting the guy finish the question, doing so with a mock trembling voice and sniffing couple of times for good measure.
"Such a cry baby."
"And you're doing it right now. Really, don't you ever stop? " He said while Beckett tried to stifle a laugh. After some time the broadcaster ended the checklist.
"Oh god, Becket. I think I'm a victim." Castle's whisper was full of fear.
"You will be If you keep listening to that" Beckett quipped, not missing a beat. Castle changed the station to one that actually had music and left it there. He had a gut feeling that Beckett was only half jocking.
It wasn't long before they arrived to his street (and alive no less, Castle thought gratefully).
"That's me" He said, signaling to the building just up ahead. She stopped in front of his building.
Rick unbuckled his seat belt and turned to face the detective "Uhm. thanks for the ride" He said awkwardly. Not 5 minutes ago he was talking and jocking with her, at ease with himself and now he was nervous, what...