"Do-wah-diddy-diddy-dum-diddy-do!" Kate Beckett sang and she danced around her kitchen, cooking up the last packet of pancake mix while the record player belted out her all-time favorite song. "We walked on to my door, then we kissed a lil' more!"

Kate burnt her fingers on the edge of the pan when a sharp knock on the front door startled her out of her daze causing her to jump. She hurried over to the entrance, sucking on her finger to try and ease the pain. Not bothering to check the peep-hole the frustrated detective swung the door open to reveal a slightly exasperated Castle.

He took in her appearance slowly. The first things he noticed were her shoes. Her usual stilettos were replaced with a raggy pair of ugg boots. Going up he noticed her baggy track pants (or tracky-dacks as Alexis calls them) that were stung low on her thin hips, the giant BONDS band of her underwear sticking out the top. His eyes trained on the sliver of skin that could be seen between her tank top and pants before gradually moving up to her face. The last thing he noticed was her thumb, planted firmly in her mouth.

"Sucking your thumb is a bad habit," he commented light-heartedly as he walked past her into the open living-room.

"I burnt it," Kate defended with a small pout.

"Run it under cold water, not your tongue."

Kate just raised her eyebrow, her cursed mind finding the probably accidental innuendo in the sentence.

"Ew," Castle said simply, going over to the stove to flip the pancake before it burnt.

"So, what're you doing here?" she asked, gently bumping him out of the way with her hip.

Castle just looked at her like she'd grown two heads. "Do you know what today is?"

"Ah, no?" she asked, thoroughly confused.

"Today, my dear detective, would be the six hour long…wait for it!... Cop drama marathon!"

Beckett groaned in an unlady-like fashion. "Do I have to?" she whined, resembling a small, defiant toddler.

"Yes, darling," Rick led the annoyed woman over to the couch and plonked her down on it. "I bought popcorn. "

Kate simply laughed at his attitude. Deep down, she really did love a good cop drama. And six hours of them, on her couch, with the most gorgeous man to ever grace the earth? Perfection.