A/N: This is my first venture into writing fluff and romance, please bear with me. Its going to be series of one shots or mini-stories but all kind of in an order. Like its a progression of different moments and stories, with no more than a couple days separating them. Please please please review, its really the best thing in the world :). You can leave a note that says "this sucks" and I'll still be happy. Yeah, I'm that low :D. Ok on with it! DISCLAIMER: I will never own Castle, which is weird, because I too have a vast arsenal of rapier wit.

Her phone began to ring at 4:00 AM. Katherine Beckett rolled over to pick it up, brain registering only the need to shut it up. Her mind was still thick with sleep when she picked up the phone and answered it. It was the station. With a case. At 4 AM. Of course she grumbled to herself. But, as she did every morning, she picked herself up, and began to construct the meticulously put-together Detective Beckett.

That was when she realized the other side of the bed was cold. Strange, I thought Josh didn't have surgery until 8. Shrugging it off she ventured out into the kitchen to fix breakfast. Her body was already desperately in need for caffeine.

"Hey Kate!"

"Josh! What are you doing up so early? Didn't produce the dead body I'm about to go to I hope." Beckett smiled, leave it to her to find someone who had even crazier hours than she did.

"Last minute surgery call, some kind of emergency with the original surgeon." Josh shrugged.

"Anyway, I better run, the man's heart wont wait. Bye! Oh and there's juice in the fridge, I went out to the store and got some. That's what you like before cases right?"

"Um yeah Josh that's… great. Thank you. See you tonight?"

"Hopefully, I have a pretty full schedule. Maybe by 9?" Josh smiled apologetically, gave Kate a quick peck on the cheek and was gone.

Kate sighed. Juice? This had happened three mornings in a row now. She shouldn't blame Josh, he didn't drink coffee, it made him to jumpy while performing surgery. She'd just make it for herself as usual. That's what she did before he came along anyway, and he was a more than considerate boyfriend. She was being ridiculous and needy. Kate shook her head to shake of the strange unfulfilled feeling she felt in the pit of her stomach and quickly went over to make her touted coffee. She opened the cabinet, scanned the contents, and, to her horror, there was no coffee. Her body protested at the preposterous idea. The crime scene was in the middle of Central Park, so she didn't have time to get coffee on the way. Kate franticly began to search the adjoining cabinets, surely there was coffee in her apartment somewhere!

Letting out a sigh of frustration, she slid to the floor. Relax, its just coffee. Kate couldn't fathom what had made her react so violently to such a trivial thing. Giving up, she grabbed her coat and stormed out the door, caffeine deprived and extremely grumpy.

While driving to the crime scene she debated calling Castle, her reliable coffee source, and if she admitted it, friend. She decided against it. It was before 5 AM, and she knew he had some important publicity stuff later that day. She wouldn't do that to him. She pulled up to the edge of the curb and got out. It was still dark out as she walked along the path towards the crime scene.

Suddenly she heard shouting, and she whipped around to see a figure sprinting towards her. She started to reach for her gun, ready for the take down, when the figure got close enough for her to make out his voice. Beckett worked extremely hard to contain her smile. It was Castle. Of course he would be here, at this hour, at a crime scene. The man's passion for crime solving knew no end. Beckett quickly pushed away the stray thought of passion for her.

"Beckett! Beckett! Wait up." Castle shouted, still running towards her and waving his arms like a maniac, not knowing if she recognized him.

"Castle. I get it. Thanks for acting like a demonic clown. I almost took out my gun, and the fact that I haven't had my coffee is not helping." Beckett's mind growled irritably at the thought.

"Beckett, have you ever known me to show up to a crime scene without coffee? I make no exceptions"

With true Castle flair, he bowed and with several extraneous "m'ladys" he handed her a grande skim latte with two pumps sugar free vanilla.

"Castle, I doubt very much that I will ever be 'your lady', but thanks for the coffee. God knows I needed it this morning."

Beckett took several large gulps from the hot beverage, nearly burning her throat in the process.

"How did you know we had a case anyway?"

"Esposito called. Said it was freaky. Need I say more?"

"I suppose not, Castle. You're too predictable…"

As they walked towards the crime scene in companionable silence, Beckett couldn't help the small smile that flickered across her lips as she thought of the loyalty of Castle. It was miniscule things like this that upgraded him from annoying shadow to partner. It was things like coffee at 5 AM that made her heart move just a little towards Castle, and just a little bit away from Josh.