2x08 is Emma's last one. Thanks for writing this with me, Em! Love you.
Another thing: I work as an editor for money, so typically my grammatical and spelling skills are up to par. That's not to say that I don't make a mistake once in a while, but if you do notice something, it makes more sense to tell me specifically what it is than to tell me that I have editing errors. Just for future reference.
End passive aggressive author's note. They really will cease to be this long. Promise.
2x04 Fool Me Once
"Castle," he answers, straining to hear the fading sounds of conversation that float down the stairs. That kid is so too hot to be anywhere near his daughter.
"We've got a fresh one," Beckett tosses out.
"Yeah," he says, turning to look up the stairs. They've gone quiet-never a good sign.
"This a bad time?"
Oh, Beckett. Right. Murder. "Nope, no, I'm-right now?" Maybe he can just stay for the lesson, meet her at the precinct.
"Trust me, Castle. You're gonna want to see this one."
He turns around and reaches for his coat, suddenly excited. She never sounds like that-all mysterious and eager. "Is it Beckett-flavored?" he asks as he gets his coat on.
"I'm gonna kill Esposito," she mumbles.
He covers the phone with his hand and spins toward the stairs. "Alexis! Got a dead body. Be back for dinner." There, intimidate the little, big, uh, college boy he's leaving his kid with.
"Okay," Alexis calls down.
Maybe he should stay home. He doesn't hear any violin up there.
"Castle!"
He brings the phone back to his ear. "Sorry. Uh-Alexis."
"Texting you the address."
She clicks off and he stares at his phone, then up the stairs.
Trust me, Castle. You're gonna want to see this one.
He really can't pass that up.
The violin starts up and he sighs, opening Beckett's message. Stupid trust-if Alexis was a rowdy kid he'd never have to be comfortable leaving her alone with boys.
2x06 Vampire Weekend
"Beckett, what are you doing up so late?"
She rolls her eyes and shrugs her free hand into her jacket. "Working on the solution to world hunger," she offers as she spins around, looking for her keys.
"Oh really?" She can practically hear the smile on his face. She's not sure if it's good or bad to get him going before she even gets to his building.
"We've got a body."
"Ooh, a body close to Halloween. Must be my lucky night."
"Glad to make your dreams come true, Castle," she says, grinning as she finally finds her keys. Really, what were they doing on the couch?
Ah, right. She shifts a copy of Flowers for Your Grave.
"Nice to know you were thinking of me," he says, and she can practically hear his cheeky little smile.
She flicks Castle's face as she closes the back cover. Ass.
"I'll be outside your place in ten. Be downstairs," she orders; she's not starting tonight with a smug Castle. It's just too much.
Bad enough that they're going to a cemetery.
"Yes ma'am," he says cheerily. "Alexis, I have to go. There's a body with my name on it. If I'm not home by morning, call the Ghostbusters."
Then again, a cemetery, at night, with Castle-could be worse.
2x07 Famous Last Words
"Alexis," he starts, watching as his little girl walks out of his office, shoulders slumped, head hanging low.
"I just wanna be alone, Dad," she calls over her shoulder, sniffling as she shuffles away to mourn her idol.
"Castle, are you there?" He jumps in the air, jolted out of his thoughts by his favorite detective's voice on the line, phone forgotten in his hand.
He winces, shoves the phone to his ear. "Yeah, I'm here. Sorry."
"Everything okay?" she asks tentatively.
He sighs. "That depends."
"On?"
"You're calling about a body, right?" he asks inanely as he steps into his bedroom, shucking his pants for more appropriate attire.
"No, Castle, I'm calling to ask your opinion on what I should wear into the precinct today."
He stops, perks up immediately. "Really?"
"No," and he can see the all-too familiar roll of her eyes. "Of course there's been a murder, Castle."
He scrubs a hand down his face. "It wouldn't happen to be in Chelsea, would it?"
She lets out a low groan. "Is this your way of telling me that I'm going to have to arrest you?"
He smirks. "No, but let's come back to that later." He shrugs into a dark button up. "No, Alexis read something on a gossip site about the murder of her favorite singer. Reported in an alley in Chelsea."
"Oh," she murmurs softly. Almost sympathetic. She's silent for a moment and he wonders what she's thinking. "Well, there's only one way to find out. Meet me in twenty."
And then-
"And Castle?" He hears her sigh. "I hope she's wrong."
The line goes dead.
2x08 Kill the Messenger
"Yes, Beckett. Either there's a dead body, or you just wanna hear my sultry voice," he jeers over the line.
"Hear the sound of it choking out on your last breath."
He winces. "Dead body it is, where?"
"59th and Crosby," she says with a little less murder in her voice. "Meet me there in 20."
"Everything...okay?" he asks timidly. She doesn't usually start in with bodily harm until her caffeine has run out.
"Stubbed my toe," she grumbles.
He can't help but grin at his daughter and mother, who look like they're having way too much fun watching him. Huh. Better tone it down.
"Castle!"
Whoops. "Yeah, sorry. 20 minutes. See you there."
"Good."
The line goes dead and he puts down his phone, going for nonchalant.
"Do try and keep her happy, dear," his mother suggests as Alexis types a few more entries into Martha's 'Myface.'
"I'll work on it, mother."
He grabs his keys and pecks Alexis on the cheek. "Hope you have better luck than me," he whispers before pulling away.
Alexis grins and shoos him away.
So, Detective Beckett gets grumpy when she's got an owey. How delightful.
Love to hear from you as always.
Liv
