Who does this guy think he is, coming into MY precinct… okay coming into their precinct, thinking he can just walk on in here and steal her away from me? 'Mr. British pretty boy' flirting with her right in front of me, can't he see we're together? Well that we're partners, that we've been working on our 'relationship'? Anyone that has come across us knows that she is with me, well that she is pretty much with me, well at least that SOMETHING is going on between us. It's been only a day since he's been here and I already despise him, I don't care if I come off as petty, I'm pissed! She told me to wait for her and we had the talk about her shooting; she loves me and I love her, and now she's over here making goo-goo eyes with this bum, whether he is a fairly nicely dressed bum or not.
I might love the woman, but how much longer does she expect me to just stand by and watch, as this 007 character tries to 'woo' her, if you will. I might not want to push her or show how upset I really am but, this is ridiculous, I should be able to be upset that she is acting like a teenager crushing on this new guy, right? Why is she allowed to flirt with guys in front of me, when she can get jealous when I'm just being nice to a lady. Now that's not very fair, not saying I'm jealous or anything, it's just.. It's just upsetting, because well, because… Alright fine I'm jealous.
You have GOT to be kidding me, is she giggling over there? What is he saying that is sooo funny? I bet it wasn't even a remotely diverting joke, he doesn't seem that funny to me, and I know funny because well, I am funny. She laughs at my jokes, I'm witty, she likes me because I'm witty. She shouldn't like this guy, he's never tried to save her life before, he hasn't bought her over two-hundred coffees, hell he hasn't even bought her nearly one percent to as much as I have. Plus he doesn't even know her, I know her, whether she'll admit to it or not I know her inside and out.
Oh look now she is resting her hand on his chest, STILL giggling. Castle was beyond infuriated, he was now mocking Beckett, "Oh you're soooo funny, please tell me more about your awesome spy missions, this is an oh so interesting conversation!" acting out what she was saying as he watch from a far, at the break room her and the 'Mr. British pretty boy' got their coffees. He was sitting at her desk, 'their' desk, his hand deep into his coat pockets, fists as tight as possible. He wanted to go up to that British snob and punch him right in his dreamy face. He restrained himself though, not wanting to make a fool of himself, but a guy can only take so much.
Esposito noticed Castle's disdained glare, he traced it back to the break room. Now he knew why he looks like he is about to kill someone, his eyes laid upon Beckett and the British agent flirtatiously giggling and smiling. He understood immediately what was wrong with Castle and felt pity for him, if that were Lanie in there flirting with that pretty boy, he would have already been charging towards the break room, punching the sweet talker, but he knew Castle was better than that and knew he wouldn't do something so out of line, of course unless, completely necessary.
Esposito got up from his desk and walked over to Castle.
"Hey bro, everything alright?" He said putting a hand on Castle shoulder easing him back from his tense position in his chair.
"Seems to be, James's Bond and Beckett over there seem to be having a swell time." Castle's sarcasm was thick and cold.
"I wouldn't worry about it." He paused looking over now seeing the British man getting Beckett's phone number. "Well I mean, you can trust Beckett." He tried to get Castle's mind off of the fact that his women was exchanging her number right in front of him.
Castle huffed out an "Okay" as he got up "That's it!" He stomped off towards the break room.
"Oh crap" Esposito whispered to himself.
"That's not going to be pretty" Ryan, Esposito's partner came up from behind, a look of concern on his face.
"twenty bucks Castle punch's pretty boy in the face." Esposito said, both of them sitting back waiting for the show to begin.
"You're on" Ryan said, digging into Beckett's eminem's.