"So… Taryn." Esposito began.

"Yes?"

"What do you think on good ol' New York?" Esposito asked me.

"I think your accents are funny." I replied.

"Really? Because you accent is definitely funnier!" Ryan laughed.

"You just say things differently."

"So do you! When you said 'database', I was like, what the hell." Esposito grinned.

"Well, how do you say data then?"

"Data." Esposito said in his thick American accent. I couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"What? That's how I say it too. Data." Ryan was slightly offended.

"Data." I said, articulating the word carefully.

"Data." They both said, making it sound like 'darla'.

"DATA!" I shouted in my very distinct accent.

"DARLA!"

"DAY-TER"

"DAR-LA"

We continued arguing like that until we finally arrived back at the Precinct. We were still continuing our shouting match when we were getting out the car, and slamming the doors behind us while screaming.

"Guys! What are you arguing about?" Castle whined.

"She says data funny." Esposito smirked.

"I do not!" I retorted, throwing myself into my, ahem, new, chair.

"Data." Castle said, again in an American accent.

"Day-ta." I replied, making Castle do this awkward little snort.

I pulled a face at all three of them.

I turned around to face the whiteboard where Beckett was drawing a map of the dodgy alleyway and surrounding streets, and then drew a timeline.

"Lanie says that the victim was killed around 2am, making the kill zone here." She told us.

"Always 2am…" Castle muttered. I started spinning around on my chair, much to the annoyance of Esposito, who kept on being hit by my legs.

"Blake!"

"Yes?" I said with a start.

"You said it looked like a professional job."

"Uh, yes."

"I BET THEY'RE A SPY!" Castle burst out randomly.

"No Castle…" Beckett sighed. "Spies are not like James Bond or Jason Bourne!"

"Well, we can't rule it out…" I murmured, coming to the defence of the author.

"Yeah, I mean, we even haven't identified them yet." Ryan also came on the defensive.

"I KNOW!" Beckett shouted. Ryan flinched. She is a bit scary.

"We can't do anything if we don't know who the victim's name." Beckett sighed.

Gates, who had apparently been listening the whole time, spoke up.

"Beckett has a point. Until we get those prints we can't do anything. Unless you have paperwork to do, I suggest you finish your shifts early and go home." She looked over at the mounds of papers on everyone's desk. "And if we can't solve this case, and it is indeed a professional job, we would have to alert the FBI." She finished.

Beckett sighed in defeat and retreated back to her desk, where Castle followed her. Esposito also sighed and went back to his desk, where he seemed to have a substantially larger pile of sheets of paper than Beckett and Ryan. Ryan swivelled around to face his computer, leaving me spinning around in front of the board in my swivel chair.

I guess I started to annoy my colleagues when Esposito snapped his pencil in two and pushed me next to Ryan, who was almost finished with his stack of papers. I leant my elbows on the table, as he looked up and quickly looked down at the paper he was going through again. I groaned and spun around again, throwing my head back dramatically.

"Bored, Taryn?" Ryan asked, still not looking up from his papers.

"Ye-ees." I moaned.

"I'm almost done." He said, but was barely audible.

Castle then swivelled over in his own swivel chair, with two large paper cups of coffee in both of his hands. Ryan gratefully took one, and Castle gulped a large amount of the liquid down.

"God, what is it with you Americans and coffee?" I asked, sounding disgusted to the others. Castle shrugged.

"I actually don't know. What is it with you Brits and tea?" He asked.

I narrowed my eyes and growled mockingly, making Castle laugh again.

"Aaaah…" Castle sighed, sipping his coffee while spinning around on his chair.

I also started spinning around, and our legs bumped into each other, before I launched my feet of Ryan's desk and crashed into Castle, sending him into Esposito's desk, and making Esposito choke on his coffee. We couldn't help but burst into fits of laughter, and Castle started spinning around again, but this time making very peculiar noises.

"Oooo-eeeee-ooooo-eeee-oooo" He went.

"Castle," Beckett began. He turned around to face her. "Shut up." She said, as Castle held up his hands in mock surrender. I laughed again, as I swivelled round to face Ryan again, who was now finished.

"Taryn, why didn't you go home ages ago?" Beckett asked me.

"I live in a cardboard box." I whispered in mock sadness.

I looked at the clock, and realised it was time for lunch.

"TIME FOR LUNCH!" I shrieked, and Esposito immediately jumped up from his chair.

"Yay! Break time!" He said while doing some weird sort of victory dance.

"You know, I know this great Italian place just a couple of blocks from here…" Castle started.

"Actually, I was just gonna get a hot dog from the stand at the corner, Castle." Beckett smiled.

"Uh, yeah Castle." I said sarcastically.

"Say my name again!" Castle ordered, his eyes lighting up.

"What?"

"Say it!"

"Castle." I told him, pulling on my jacket.

"Ha! Car-stle." He said in my accent. I rolled my eyes.

"You know, I have had it up to here with jokes about my accent." I said, holding my hand up to demonstrate.

"Sorry. I just absolutely love your accent." Castle admitted.

"Yeah. It's cute." Kevin spoke up from his desk, but as soon as he said that we all whipped around to face him and he blushed.

"Cute?" I asked.

"Um, well, uh, you… are a… grown woman, and… uh..." He stammered, but regretted saying anything. I giggled, making him go a deep crimson. I loved doing that to him.

Esposito could just about hold back his laughter at Ryan's comment, before his growling stomach reminded him that he was hungry. Starving, in fact.

"So guys, we're gonna get hot dogs?" He asked and grabbed his wallet and jacket.

"Yep."

"Sure."

"Ugh."

"What?"

"I don't like hot dogs." I pulled a face.

"How can you not like hot dogs?"

"I… just don't." I answered. "Only if you like rat meat." I muttered, but I don't think anyone heard me.

"So, where're you gonna get lunch then?"

"There's a British fish and chips shop not far from here."

"Fish and Chips?" Esposito asked in a mock British accent.

"It's so good."

"Yeah, well I'm sticking to hot dogs." Beckett sighed, as she, Castle and Esposito started walking to the elevator.

"You coming Ryan?" Esposito called.

"Uh, nah." Ryan called back.

"So, you want Fish and Chips?"

"Um, yeah. Why not?" He awkwardly laughed.

"Okay then." I smiled as we walked to the elevator.

"This is the right lift, right?" I asked.

"Lift?"

"Elevator, whatever you want to call it."

"You call it a lift?" Ryan laughed.

"You dare mock me? I'm British, thank you very much." I cried.

"Aren't I learning a lot about England, today?" Ryan laughed, and winked. He was suddenly so confident without the others around that my insides went all funny. And this time, it was me who blushed.