Castle/Beckett, no spoilers, nothing explicit, 200 words. Enjoy!
"That is one of the most ridiculous things I've ever heard."
"What's wrong with it?"
"The mall elves conspired to kill the mall Santa? Come on Castle, that's your worst theory yet and considering that your previous ones have involved aliens and government conspiracies, I'd say you've hit a new low."
"Au contraire, detective. I've hit a new creative high."
"And what about the fact that so far all the elves have alibied out?"
"Okay that part I haven't figured out yet, but hear me out."
She scoffed. "Why, what's next? Is Frosty going to walk in here with Rudolph's blood on his hands?"
"Of course not… Frosty would melt in here."
It was moments like these that she questioned how they ever got any work done. "Please tell me I'm still asleep and we're not seriously having this conversation right now."
"Actually, I seem to recall you being the one to wake me up… and in a delightfully inappropriate way, might I add."
"If you want anything delightfully inappropriate from me tonight, I suggest you shut it."
"Fine," he said, sulking, "but I still think the elves killed Santa."
She sighed. It was going to be a long day.