I thought this up while I was having writer's block for some of my other stories. Just supposed to be a light, funny (stupid) one-shot. In an AU where Montgomery is still alive.
"Casket."
"Rate."
Javier Esposito snorted. "Rate? Really man? That's the best you can come up with?"
Kevin Ryan raised one of his eyebrows. "Well the rate is a heck of a lot better than the casket. What the hell dooes the casket have to do with anything?"
"But no one ever thinks of the casket," Esposito insisted. "It's so orignal. No one would ever have thought to check the casket. The rate just sounds... dull."
"Oh, and casket doesn't?"
"What are you two up to?" Roy Montgomery came up behind Ryan, startling him and causing the man to fall out of his chair.
"Oh, uh, we were just-"
"No, it's okay. I get it." Montgomery looked over both his shoulders before leaning between their heads. "I've been doing some thinking too, lately, and I've come up with something." He paused dramaticaly, as the two men stared at him. "Bastle."
"What?"
"Bastle." The director looked irrationaly proud of himself. "Get it? Beckett-Castle. Bastle." He nodded. "It's very creative."
"What are you talk-" Ryan was inturrepted as the older man continued speaking.
"Also, Kick. And Rackett. But Caskett, Esposito, that's good. I never thought of that one. Although Rate isn't as creative as I think you can do, Ryan. Try harder. Think outside the box."
"Uh, sir, we're talking sbout the case." Esposito jumped in. "I had the vic's casket examined and Ryan was investigating the rate of decomposition." He paused. "We werent discussing, uh, Castle and Baeckett's couple name."
"Who's couple name?" A voice said from behind them.
All three men turned their heads to see Kate, holding a tray of 4 coffee cups, with a unhappy look on her face.
"Shit."
So yeah, this is really stupid.
