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I was just reading over my last chapter and I found a couple of mistakes (tenses, spelling, etc.). Sorry about that! I wrote that chapter really late at night and I guess I didn't go over it well enough to catch my mistakes. Hopefully I won't make the same mistakes with this chapter.

Oh and sorry about the wait. I've been pretty busy lately, but I promise to try and complete chapters quicker!


By the time Beckett and Castle pulled up at the crime scene, Lanie had already taken the body back to the morgue. Beckett blamed Castle for their tardiness. In her opinion if he hadn't showed up at her front door she would have changed into something comfortable, after deciding to keep the dress that she was now trying very hard to hide beneath her coat, ate her Chinese, and maybe even got some reading done before getting that call from Lanie. And once she'd gotten the call she would have had no problem hailing a cab quickly enough to get to the crime scene (the victim's apartment) while the main part of the crime was still present. But no. Castle had to argue with her. She'd tried her very best to convey that taking one cab would look somewhat odd considering the way she was dressed. Castle seemed not to care of what the others would think, actually she could have sworn that he wanted to see a reaction from the rest of their crew by the slight tug at the corners of his lips. Sometimes that man was as stubborn as a button. Why couldn't he just listen to her for once? If he had done so he wouldn't have shown up at her door in the first place. Is it really that hard for him to follow instructions? It was like an ongoing cycle, all her misfortunes occurring from a single act of disobedience committed by the one and only, Castle.

She'd also like to give that cabbie a piece of her mind; maybe even scare him off by showing him her gun. What happened to customers first? Because driving away while two people engaged in a conversation wasn't what she called good service. Okay, so maybe it was a little more than conversation. A disagreement. More like an arguement. She would have won if that cab driver hadn't drove off leaving only one cab for both her and Castle to use. At the back of her mind she wondered if the cab driver and Castle were related. Continually ignoring instructions had to be genetic, right?

She should have taken the remaining cab and drove off without Castle but somehow that felt unjust, seeming as the cab she hailed was the one to bail. Oh well, there's no point in holding a grudge, she thought to herself. What's done is done, although there was no need to forgive Castle straight away. If she had to suffer, why shouldn't he? That and it was amusing to see Castle all wound up.

As soon as Beckett walked into the victims apartment, with a smug Castle following close behind, Esposito and Ryan stood up from where they were crouched to fill their two partners in on what they had missed. The amount of leg that Beckett had showing made them re-evaluate the situation. Was it possible that the boys were the one's in need of filling in?

"What happened?" Beckett spoke as she looked around the trashed apartment ignoring the boy's stares.

"It's seems as though our victim's apartment was broken into while the he was away." Esposito started.

"And when he came back he was given the kick of a lifetime by Bigfoot." The boys bumped fists and shared a quick laugh over Ryan's witty analysis of the events of that day.

"Bigfoot?" Trust that to draw in Castle's undivided attention. Beckett gave both boys a stern but curious look awaiting more information.

"The guy was beaten to death by a large steal toed boot," Esposito explained.

"Ouch. I wonder if the other boot ran for cover." More fist bumps were being exchanged at Castle's joke.

Beckett pursed her lips tight trying to get rid of the smile that was forming on them. She needed to be stern, after all this was a murder victim they were talking about; a human being. Yet, no matter how many times she told herself that, for some reason she still struggled to remove the re-occurring smirk that was creeping up on her tightly pursed lips. Though, she was enjoying the fact that Castle's comment had shifted the boy's attention from her current state of wardrobe.

"Speaking of running..." Esposito's eyes trailed down the length of Beckett's bare legs as he spoke, followed by that of Ryan's, Castle's, and even a couple of other officers gazes at the crime scene who were close enough to hear their conversation.

Great, Beckett though. She retaliated the best way she knew how to and ignored their stares as she continued to ask questions and bark out a few orders here and there. She really didn't want to have to deal with any comments about her appearance just yet, knowing that Lanie was going to drill her on the details later. Picturing her visit to the more, she could see Lanie running tests on the naked dead guy in front of her, yet still managing to direct all her attention at the half clothed live girl standing in front of her with a best-selling author standing loyally by her side. Oh what a day this was going to be.


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