Here you go, chapter 2 is up! Thanks for the reviews, I'm really glad you like the story. And I must admit that writing Lanie/Esposito is a lot more fun that Caskett =)

Anyway. Enjoy reading and don't forget to review…

PS: I guess you all guessed where this is going, right? ;)

The next morning Lanie woke up to her annoyingly loud alarm clock. It was nice am, not that early but she still felt tired.

With a sight she rolled on Javier's side of the bed, burring her head in his pillow. She hated the nights they weren't on call duty together, forcing them to sneak out of the apartment leaving the other behind.

Last night had been such a night. At 4 am Javier's mobile phone started ringing and they both woke up, knowing it was about a new case.

"Go back to sleep, cariñio" he had murmured into her hair, brushing a soft kiss on her forehead be fore he left. The moment he left the room she was back asleep, at least she couldn't remember hearing a door closing or the sound of leaving footsteps.

Glancing at the alarm clock she growled in defeat- she really had to get up when she didn't want to be late for work.

As soon as she tiptoed into the kitchen she found a piece of paper lying near the coffee machine. She smiled, knowing it was from him. She briefly wondered when the whole thing between them became so ridiculously domestic.

They had started dating about two years ago and it hadn't taken them long to move in together. She liked the settled life. At first it was a little weird, being with the same guy for longer than a few weeks but she liked it. She liked him. And she liked sharing her life with him.

Only half awake she made herself a cup of coffee, reaching for the note.

The case will suck without you, guess I'll be home late today. How about I bring takeout with me?

See you at work. Love you.

She smiled softly. Yes, domestic. But in a good way.

Inhaling the scent of her freshly brewed coffee she intended to sit on the coach but the slightly familiar feeling of nauseas began to grow in her stomach. Again. She was well aware that rolling your eyes at yourself was pretty ridiculous but she couldn't help it. Taking the cup to her mouth the nauseas got stronger and within seconds she found herself on the hurried way to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later she was sitting on the floor in the bathroom, leaning against the wall near the toilet. Part of her was glad that Javier wasn't home because she had no doubt at all that he really would have dragged her to a doctor immediately- in cuffs if necessary. But another part of her really wanted him there with her, telling her it was going to be okay.

After a few more minutes of musing about the sickness she got up, feeling remarkably better and made her way into the kitchen again. Holding her breath she took the cup of coffee and emptied it into the sink.

She shook her head. Half an hour ago she felt ready to throw up till there was nothing left inside her and now she felt like nothing had happened. Weird…

By the time Lanie arrived at the morgue her phone beeped, signaling a new text message. Flipping it open she saw it was Javier.

I really wish Perlmutter'd just dissolve into thin air… he's been making weird comments all night long. And I miss you.

She couldn't fight the grin forming on her face, quickly thinking of something to reply.

Believe me I'd much rather have you waiting for me in the morgue than two dead bodies… takeout sound great, by the way

Putting her phone back into her pocket she got ready to examine the first body.

Thankfully she made it through the morning without more sickness and when she finished the autopsy on the first body it was around lunchtime.

She was about to fish her phone out of her pocket to call Javier in order to check if she could talk him into a short lunch break when the door to the morgue burst open. A fuming Kate Beckett made her way into the room, a cup of steaming hot coffee in her hand.

"I hate him" she stated, quickly approaching Lanie.

"Who do you hate?" she already knew the answer but the smell of Kate's coffee was setting off the nauseas. Again.

"Castle" Kate hissed.

Lanie shook her head. Not a good idea she noticed seconds lather as she felt her stomach protesting. She took a deep breath.

"We know you don't hate him, girl" she managed before she had to admit defeat and couldn't fight the nauseas any longer. Turning away from Kate and the god damned coffee she grabbed a bowl, allowing her stomach to get rid of the toast she had for breakfast.

She could hear Kate talking. Her friend was worried, obviously, but she didn't really pay attention. This really had to stop, She couldn't carry on being sick for no reason. Especially not at work.

Once the nausea had passed a little, she could finally concentrate on what Kate was saying.

"Are you okay, Lanie? Lanie? What's wrong with you? Can I get you something?"

Lanie shook her head. God, she was tired…

"Let me at least call Esposito" Kate said softly.

She was a tiny bit surprised that her friend didn't protest but nodded, feebly adding

"Could you please put the coffee away?"

While Kate was emptying the cup she hit speed dial 4, waiting for Esposito to pick up his phone.

Lanie heard only Kate's part of the conversation while she cleaned herself up.

When Kate said "Nah, it's nothing 'bout the case, you better come down to the morgue" she could imagine the half worried, half confused "What?".

"Lanie's been sick" Kate explained.

It was then that Lanie realized that she was up for a visit at the doctor and her suspicion proved to be right, as her boyfriend stormed into the morgue minutes later, Kate leaving silently, motioning her to call later.

"For the love of God, Lanie, will you please go and see a doctor?" he burst out, reaching for her hand, squeezing it gently.

She sighted and nodded with a slight pout, which made him laugh a little.

"Promise me you get yourself an appointment for tomorrow, okay?" he asked, the concern written all over his face.

"Promised" she said, again touched by the amount of concern and love that was visible on his face. She brought one hand to his cheek and stroke it tenderly with her thumb.

"I love you" she said gently.

"I love you too" he replied with this grin on his lips that made her world lit up like a million suns were shining down on her.