For writingonthecastlewalls.
He's breathless and excited when she picks up, not able to wait for her to say hello before he's stage-whispering right over the top of her. "There's been a murder, Kate! A murder!" She can imagine him bouncing on his toes, the giddiness infectious as ever. "At a crime writers' conference!" She shakes her head with a small smile and settles in on the couch, tucking her feet up under her legs and cradling her wine with her free hand before she indulges him. "Tell me what you have so far, Castle."