Title: Call to the Bullpen- Miscommunication
Pairing: If you can call it that, Ryan/Esposito (friendship/bromance)
Disclaimer: Andrew Marlowe made the toys, to be used by all girls and boys, in case we want to write and play, but I don't own them, not before or today.
Author's Note: I LOVE Ryan and Esposito. So when I suddenly started hearing their voices in my head, I decided to try my hand at letting them out. The result was this ficlet that just might evolve into a permanent ongoing collection of their commentary. Because as much as we love Castle and Beckett... You KNOW Ryan and Espo are making their own little conversations about them behind their backs. Hope you all enjoy this one. Please let me know what you think!
Summary: Tuning in to the Castle/Beckett romance (and other things) Detectives Ryan and Esposito give a play by play of what's happening in "the Bullpen". (Spoilers for all seasons, all episodes)
All was right in the world. They solved the zombie case, Castle was back to his old self, Beckett wasn't cranky anymore, and all they had left between them and last call for all drinks at the Old Haunt was a quarter of an inch of paperwork to fill out. Ah yes, life was good.
Detective Kevin Ryan leaned easily against his partner's desk and eyed the intrepid writer and is crime-solving muse, grinning wide as he watched them laughing at the murder board. It was great when Mom and Dad weren't fighting. Even better when they decided to get both their heads out of their butts and make up after fighting. And to see them back to the way they were, yet not... Somehow, stronger, better, even more resilient to give up on each other... Yeah, that was pretty sweet. It was like watching one of those good ol' fashioned TV series where the leads were perfect for each other, but they didn't know it, always spiraled around each other like planes trying to land until they actually did.
He slapped Javier Espositio on the shoulder. "Dude, so they...?"
Javi nodded, "Oh yeah. No doubt about it."
"Even after...?"
"Yep."
"But, wait a minute, didn't they...?"
Javi shook his head and shot him one of those "what are you, stupid?" looks. "Nah, bro. At the ninth hour, they always come through."
"Because they...?"
"Uh huh."
"So they...?"
"Yep."
"Instead of...?"
"Yep."
"Ah, that makes sense." Ryan nodded his approval.
"Oh yeah, bro. No doubt."
"I love it when two people are perfect for each other, you know?"
"Wait, hold up," replied Javi, slightly confused. "Say what?"
"What?"
"Whatchu talkin' about?"
"Castle and Beckett, duh... What did you... think... I was talkin' about?"
Javier blinked. " and the Yankees. Game was good last night."
