Disclaimer: I don't own Castle.
Note: Based off "Beckett's a good cop. She can canvass and make goo-goo eyes at the same time." I don't know if they have Mr. Softy in NY but for the purposes of this story there is. =]
"Ryan, you and Esposito canvass the neighbors see if they saw anything." Beckett orders. Her boys go off to canvass while her and Castle go to check out another lead. Hopefully both duos find what they need to solve the case for it has been a long week.
They are about knee deep in a "heat waves" murders being committed because of the hot weather. The rising temperatures really seem to bring out the worst in some people. Ryan can remember having to investigate why a little boy was killed only to be shocked when he finds out his motive was because the boy swam in another kid's pool. It never ceases to amaze him.
Pulling at his collar Esposito thinks it's just too hot to do any of this. How could people want to even shoot someone on days like this when all he wants is to sit in his air-conditioning? Looking at his watch he figures this is all they'll find out from the people here now. He looks over at Ryan and sees he is just about done with his interview.
"Yo, got anything?" Esposito asks when he finally reaches the designated side in which Ryan was just canvassing.
"Nah, dude, nothing."
"Me either. 'Cept these pit stains."
Esposito was feeling a little disappointed with the interviewing process but after making Ryan laugh he can't help but feel as if the day will be a bit brighter. They are sweating but the sun is going to go down soon making the relief from the heat subtle but refreshing. They can re-canvass later after some people get home from work.
Walking towards their car Esposito hears a familiar tune and looks over at his partner with a questioning look. Ryan stares back at him. His eyes are shining a great deep blue that compliments his pale skin.
"You weren't whistling the Mr. Softy were you?"
"Nope. All that sun must be getting through that golden bronze skin of yours and into your brain."
Esposito just smirks at him and points to the Mr. Softy vehicle driving down the street.
"Are you thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?" Ryan asks but it is pointless because Esposito is already jogging lightly to catch up to the truck. Running beside his partner to catch an ice cream truck is not what he thought he would be doing today however, it is just what he wants at this point.
Faces a little flushed. Esposito and Ryan sit on a park bench with their ice cream cones in the shade. The shade doesn't stop their delicious treat from melting though. Licking his fingers Ryan can't help but stare as Esposito gets off the last bit of ice cream. This day just got hotter.
Esposito sees him staring. Caught red handed Ryan looks away to keep from blushing in front of him. Suddenly his face is in Esposito's hand and he can't remember if he is breathing or not.
"You have something right there."
He says by way of explanation. What Esposito doesn't explain to him is why he just licked the ice cream off his face. Ryan exhales finally when Esposito releases his now lobster red cheeks.
"Well, that was delicious." Esposito says standing up and smirking at his partner. Finally, getting to his feet they go off to finish their interviews and report back to Beckett. They are good cops; they can canvass and make goo-goo eyes at the same time Ryan thinks as he walks beside his lovely partner to go and talk to more people.