The phone was ringing.
The chicken dance ringtone had been on a loop for just about an hour now, and I was reaching the very end of my very last nerve. I was close to pulling all of my hair out over the stupid song, and the stupid contact it went with.
Finally, i could take no more. I stalked out of my loft and down towards the kitchen, where the phone was hiding next to my beloved coffee maker.
"Richard Castle what in the bloody fucking universe do you want." I hiss.
"Nice of you to pick up, little sister." Richard chirps, as if he hadn't just stretched my nerves to immeasurable distances.
"What do you want, brother?" I snap
"Only the same thing I call you about every thursday." He responds.
I roll my eyes. "Then today is your lucky day."
I hear him cheer, then curse. He probably smashed into something during his victory dance.
"Seriously though." He comes back. "You're coming?"
I sigh. "I have to go down to DC for a thing next week anyway. Might as well hang out in New York for the weekend."
Castle cheers again. Someone says something, and I hear him cover the phone.
"Guess who's leaving New Hampshire!" He whispers, and I hear someone else cheering.
Must be Alexis.
"When will you be arriving?" Castle asks.
"Um...," I consult the ever-growing pile of sticky notes on my fridge. "Around 11 o'clock tomorrow."
"We'll have the guest room ready."
I grin.
New York, are you ready to handle an another (honorary) Castle?