WARNING! tiny spoilers from "After the Storm".
And so the new wave of Castle Fan Fiction begins. I thought I'd do a short one for fun. Congrats to all the Castle fans. We made it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Castle, it's characters, etc.
They thought they'd gotten away with it. They thought they'd dodged another bullet. They thought that she could just sneak out the front door while he spoke in a very loud voice to his mother and his hungover daughter... They were wrong.
Alexis sat slumped at the breakfast bar, head pounding, father shouting, feeling like she just may pass out from feeling this awful. The faint scent of cherries lingered in her inebriated brain as she carefully stood to head upstairs and sleep it off. After rising about three inches, she decided it would be best to just stay where she was. Counter tops were comfortable right?
An hour or so later, Alexis bolted up from her seat, suddenly wakened from a dream induced epiphany, "He didn't answer his phone!... And I swore I could smell something familiar... Was that the front door slamming shut that he was shouting over?"
The faint scent of cherries, her dad uncharacteristically shouting... and he didn't answer his phone last night. She went to stand up, finding the after-after effects of alcohol, a nice dull ache rather than skull splitting pain. She could handle that. Making her way to the Master bedroom, she set forth to find the undeniable proof. Thankfully, her dad had already "gone out" for the day.
The room was in an odd form. The bed had been hastily made: Comforter flung over pillows that hadn't been put in proper place; Sheet slightly hanging from one side. Not like the normally pristine condition the room was normally in. Alexis knew that something was up. She must have been spending too much time listening to the detectives while at the ME's office, or maybe it came from reading and editing all of her dad's work. Maybe it was just inherited, but Alexis's inner detective sprang to life, searching every possible far reach of the room for the hard evidence she needed. Nothing obvious, no forgotten articles of clothing swept under the bed, still only one towel in the bathroom. Defeated, Alexis went to make her way towards the living room... That's when she saw it.
Two coffee mugs sat on the bedside table. Two plain, innocent looking white mugs. Two. It was proof enough for Alexis.
The red-head was quite proud of herself as she headed up to her room. Even hungover, she could realize what they were up to... The last thought Alexis had before she fell asleep: "Lanie's gonna eat them alive."