"She's going to kill me."
"Not if she kills me first, then she won't know you were ever involved."
"Involved? Hell, she's going to know when I'm sitting there waiting for her."
"No, she won't - if you let me handle this and just chill."
"Right, chill. Chill when someone is planning or going to be planning my murder. Sure."
Rolling her eyes, Lanie turned away from the body she was examining and looked at the poor man. He was running his fingers through his hair repeatedly, making his brown locks stick up every which way. She would find it adorable if she wasn't so worried about him pulling his own hair out.
"She won't kill you, she likes you too much."
This brought a smirk to his face, his insides in knots.
"I doubt that, you should've heard some of the threats."
"Please, honey, they are just that. Threats. She would much rather just ri-"
She broke off, clamping her mouth shut as her eyes widened slightly and she turned to glance at the writer. Hoping he hadn't heard that, she cleared her throat slightly and turned back to her body before speaking. "Never mind, just know she won't kill you. Okay?"
Luckily he was too worried about what might happen if she did, in fact, find out that he had helped set this all up.
"Right, okay. Okay. I'm going to go. She doesn't know I'm here and that would just be awkward and then she might actually kill me, or worse, and I just don't think I could handle having to watch over my shoulders waiting for her-"
"Castle," Lanie spoke sternly, having moved from the body to where he was to nudge his shoulder as to not touch him with the bloody glove she was wearing. Giving him a soft look, she managed a small smile as she nodded towards the door. "Go. Lord knows you could sit here all night and come up with things that she could possibly do to you. Stop worrying."
Seeming to come to his senses he gave her a grin and grabbed her by the shoulders as he spoke, "If this works out I owe you. If it doesn't, you'll probably be autopsying me soon. Just spare Alexis the bloody details."
He pressed a light kiss to the ME's forehead and turned on the spot, exiting the morgue and heading for the elevator. He had only a few hours to get everything together and hope that it went smoothly. Knowing he could trust Lanie, he forced himself to relax as he stepped inside the small compartment before leaning against the wall.
"Lanie better hope she knows what she's doing," he muttered to himself before straightening up. He was ready to face the music, or lack there of.
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