Castle stumbled down the stairs; still wearing the patterned pajama bottoms Alexis had given him for Christmas a few months earlier. "Where's my phone?" He mumbled in his gravely morning voice. Martha picked up the device and swung her arm over the island to meet her son's eager hand. "Expecting a call are we Richard?" she said as he took the phone. "I just have a feeling this is gonna be a good one." "Dad how can you be sure there's even going to be a murder today." Alexis replied with a raised eyebrow. Then the phone rang. He hit answer, the groggy slowly leaving his voice. "Why Detective Beckett, I've been awaiting your call." "321 Broadway St. Castle." The detective's light hearted giggle echoed over the line as she hung up. Castle gave his family a sly grin, grabbed his coat and ran out the door. "How long do you give him?" Alexis said looking up at her grandmother. "3, 2, 1..." Martha counted down and Castle ran through the door and down the hall to change.
He approched the ever so familier stench of garbage and rotting flesh that he'd smelt about 100 times before. He handed Beckett her morning coffee, watched the ever so familier smile creep across her face. Maybe this case wouldn't be that differen't after all; then he looked down. "What, happened to him?" he said marvling at the mangled mess of deceased human at their feet. "Her." Beckett declaired. Castle gave Lanie a look of complete astonishment. "Female, mid 30s. No indication of fowl play-" "No fowl play?!" Castle cut her off. "She's... Look at her." "Castle it looks like an allergic reaction. I won't know more until I can get him...HER, back to the lab to run some tests... And if you cut me off like that again imma' smack you." Beckett lifted her hand up and covered her mouth to hide her laugh. "Come on Castle lets go."