Welcome to a fanfic written on the ABC boards by several different writers. Nothing's too steamy because of the rules of the board. Enjoy!

Topic: Conversations held in the car.

Rules: Conversations can be between any of the characters. The posts can be stand-alone or build on ones already posted. They can be any tone - funny, angsty, angry, flirty, whatevery.

Your posts have to be something that could actually happen on the show, whether now, 2 years ago, or 50 years from now. Whenever. Just realistic. No Josh-zombies.

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3. By MelTheorist:

It wrenched of the smell of stale coffee in cups on the dashboard. Castle tried to find a comfortable position in the car, but after 5 hours of sitting there in the dark, staking out the apartment building on West 32nd Street, it was impossible not to feel sore down to the bones.

"How come your butt doesn't hurt?" Castle asked out load.
Beckett discouragingly looked at him and didn't reply. "What's taking him so long? We questioned Stewart hours ago..."
"Seriously", Castle lifted his weight with his legs and stretched his glutes, "did you ask for the extra busted spring last time you took this 'classic' to the shop?"
"What's the matter Castle? I would have pegged you for being more open to different sensations down there."
"Cute!" he smirked "Next thing you'll tell me is that you know of an ice cube trick for these situations..."
"As a matter of fact -" A man lurked out of the shadows of the street and caught Beckett's attention "Castle, there he is!"

They both gazed forward out the car and saw Stewart conspicuously looking around before crossing the street and entering the building.

"You were right Castle!" Beckett grabbed her gun from the holster and made sure the safety was off and all was operational "He was stupid enough to come back to his girlfriend's apartment. And now, we got him",
"Could you blame him?" Castle reached for his writer vest in the back seat. He looked up as he felt Beckett's disproving glare burning his skin "What? You saw her too."

"Yeah, I saw how you looked at Mel alright..." Beckett retorted as she grabbed the radio and called in "We have secured position on the suspect Jon Stewart. All backup stays put and waits for my signal."

They opened the car doors and fastened their vests in place. Castle looked at Beckett, gun drawn, eyes focused on the front entrance, deep breathing, fire in her eyes. They both closed the car doors.

"You know..., it wouldn't hurt you to knock on my door like that one day? Wearing that vest" he made a dramatic pause and lowered his voice "wearing only that vest?"

Undeterred Beckett pulled her hair back and walked steadfast towards the building "Sure Castle, I'll even you knock the door down..." She smiled, looked slyly at him and added "like you knocked down mine."
Castle grinned in his big time bad boy style "Glad you noticed."