"It's rough man, arresting a dude at his wedding."
"Yeah, you sure we shouldn't wait til after the ceremony, Beckett?"
"He killed someone, Ryan. My sentiments don't extend to murderers. Let's go."
Beckett hauled the doors of the ballroom open and the three detectives and one mystery writer entered just as the bride was throwing the bouquet over her head. Detective Ryan was searching the group of people for the groom when he entered, so the bunch of pink roses suddenly assaulting his chest came as a surprise. Quick reflexes meant he caught them before they fell to the polished, wooden floor.
Beckett flashed her badge as she approached the groom with Esposito in toe. Ryan, however, was pre-occupied with the crowd of screaming women suddenly descending upon him. A quick-thinking Castle grabbed the bouquet from Ryan's clutches and threw it into the fast-approaching gaggle of bridesmaids and guests, diverting their attention.
The crowd soon quieted down when they noticed the other screaming match going on in the room. Beckett and Esposito were dragging a wailing groom their direction with the bride weeping behind them.
"Whenever you guys are ready," Beckett remarked sarcastically, motioning for one of them to open the doors.
"So, can I be your best man?" Castle asked Ryan enthusiastically as they loaded their perp into the car. Ryan gave him a glare in response and Esposito made a "huh?" noise.
"Ryan caught the bouquet," Castle filled him in. "Can I recommend not going for a beach wedding. People always think they're picturesque, but the sand ruins the texture of the cake, and we all know that's the best part about a wedding."
Esposito's eyes widened in alarm. "You caught the bouquet?" he hissed to Ryan.
Commitment-phobe, Ryan thought, rolling his eyes.
"Relax, bro. It's just superstitious rubbish. And besides, it's not even legal in New York yet."
"Lucky bastard," Castle mumbled in Esposito's ear.