Yes, I'm back. Trying to stay away from FF turned out worse than I thought. Go figure.

On that note, my first Castle story! I recently got really into the series, and this idea pushed me back into writing.

This one is set in no particular time-period, and is attached to no current story lines.

Synopsis: When Alexis discovers a problem with her dad and Beckett, she makes it her mission to fix it - with murder, mayhem, and a little bit of mystery along the way. She can do it, after all, she is a Castle.

Disclaimer: I do not own Castle! Only the idea is mine.

And now, enjoy.

Alexis stretched and yawned, blinking in the morning sun. She swung her legs off the bed and padded downstairs and into the kitchen to find her father making breakfast. She plopped herself on a barstool.

Her father turned from his cooking. "Morning Pumpkin."

Alexis smiled brightly at him. "Morning Dad." She craned her neck to see what was on the stove. "Is that turkey bacon?"

The elder Castle chuckled. "The one and only." He replied putting some on a plate along with other various breakfast items and handing it to her.

"Thanks!" She chirped and took a bite of toast. "Wait." She said, furrowing her eyebrows at him, "It's Thursday."

Castle arched an eyebrow. "Is there something significant about that statement?"

Alexis pointed an accusatory finger at her dad. "You usually meet Detective Beckett for breakfast on Thursdays."

Castle feigned hurt. "What?" He asked, placing a hand over his heart. "A father can't stay home to cook breakfast for his daughter?"

Alexis cast him a skeptical look. "You do that every morning."

"Maybe I needed one more."

"Okay." Alexis nodded. "What's the real reason?"

He grimaced. "Beckett and I had a bit of a…falling out."

Alexis leaned back a bit from the table and sat down her fork, making a tiny clatter on the plate, as if to punctuate her disbelief. "You're kidding."

Castle sighed. "If only."

The redhead's blue eyes narrowed. "Dad…" she said slowly. "What did you do?"

He flicked off the stovetop and propped himself up on his elbows off of the countertop, facing his daughter. "I may have overstepped my boundaries a bit on a case and…well, I mean, you could hardly call it yelling…"

Alexis shook her head. "And now she's not speaking to you?"

Castle shook his head. "She told me I was a, and this is an exact quote, 'an inexperienced, over-confident, word-jockey'."

"Ouch." Alexis said. "That's gotta hurt."

"Mmm." Castle agreed. "She was…pretty angry with me."

"Just for that?" Alexis queried.

His facial expression shifted to defense. "Beckett just doesn't like to be told that she's wrong. It's my fault, really."

"But, Dad." Alexis said sounding slightly on the verge of an epiphany. "You've overstepped your boundaries dozens of times. And she never gets this mad."

Her father considered this. "True…but she's been tense lately…"

"How long is lately?" She asked.

Castle considered this for a moment. "Couple days."

"Suddenly?"

He nodded.

Alexis smiled slightly and leaned forward. "There's something else wrong." She said, picking up her fork again and taking another bite of her breakfast.

Now Castle furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

Alexis leaned forward on her elbows and peered up at her dad with wise eyes. "If a woman snaps at you for something isn't usually a big deal, there's something else that's wrong."

Castle thought a moment for then smiled at her. "Anyone ever tell you you're pretty smart for an 18 year old?"

"All the time." Alexis said, smiling jokingly.

He ruffled her hair and pulled out his phone, pressing a speed-dial key. He stood a moment, and then looked perplexed. He pressed another button, and waited a second time. Finally, he flipped his phone shut and set it on the counter. "No answer."

Alexis shrugged. "Maybe she needs space."

Another chapter may be up later today. Stay tuned.

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