A/N: Whew. Okay. New story.
"Oh come on!" Ryan pouted. "How is it that both of you got invitations to some fancy dinner party and I didn't?"
"Maybe we're just better that you." Esposito smirked.
Beckett peered at the formal invitation carefully. "I'm not going."
"What?" Esposito gasped.
"I don't even know these people. Why would I go over to their house and eat their food?" She stuffed the invitation into her desk drawer and slammed it shut.
"It's free food!" Ryan waved his hand in the air. "If you're not going, can I?"
Just then Captain Montgomery strode into the precinct. Ryan and Esposito both scrambled to start their paperwork.
"Working, I hope?" Montgomery laughed.
"Yes, sir." Ryan nodded.
Montgomery eyed the invitation on Esposito's desk.
"Esposito, you going to that?" His brow was knitted in confusion.
"Yes, sir." Esposito smiled. "So's Beckett."
"That so?" Montgomery turned to Beckett.
"I got an invitation." Beckett sighed. "So did Castle."
Montgomery raced to his office as Ryan yelled, "Is everyone invited except for me?"
Three days, and much whining later found Kate Beckett knocking on the door of Castle's loft. She was wearing a dark red dress and killer shoes that were already making her feet hurt.
As unhappy as she was, she let out an involuntary giggle when Castle opened the door. He was wearing a purple suit. An actual purple suit.
"Castle," Beckett smirked, "What exactly are you wearing?"
"It's not my fault!" Castle grinned. "My invitation said to wear purple."
"Mine said to wear red." Beckett looked up at him and they locked eyes. What exactly was going on?
Javier Esposito smiled at himself in the mirror as he tightened his tie. He looked good in green, he had to admit. Lanie was right- the tie was perfect for him. But honestly, what kind of dinner party tells you what color to wear?
Montgomery winced as he drove his car up the long, twisting driveway. He came to a halt in front of the wide doors of the mansion.
"You sure you want to come, Evelyn?" His voice quavered, and he fiddled nervously with the cuffs of his mustard yellow shirt.
"I'm sure, baby." His wife smiled. "It'll be fun, right?" She affixed a single peacock feather firmly in her hair.
"Right." Montgomery gulped.
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