She just sat there, quietly, on her chair, behind her table, doing paperwork. Around was complete silence, surprisingly. Took a sip of coffee, to keep up the work, and finish it before day becomes night. Esposito and Ryan had already gone, because it was Friday. Her Friday was going to be boring, alone, just work. It was pretty late, about 8 PM. She sighed, as she leaned back, stretched out her hands wide out. As she ran her hands through her hair, her phone buzzed. Message.

"Detective, when can we celebrate the case-closing?" She read it out in her mind, laughed. Bit her lip, and chose to take a little break of work.

"Writerboy, why should we even celebrate it?"

"It was my first case, didn't you celebrate your first?"

She knew that he won't leave it until they do something.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Because you did something horrible, since you were too wasted?"

She laughed out loud, just because she can't really remember.

"You got that right, Writerboy."

"Yeah, yeah. What are you doing right now?"

"Paperwork."

"Oh, that's so nicely boring. Can I visit?"

"I guess no. I want to go home before midnight."

"Ahh. I'll just die of boredom."

"Alright. Night, Castle."

"Good night, detective."

She put the phone back to table, took last look at it. Smiled, and opened another yellow folder. Coffee was cold, a little too lazy to get another cup. She tried to make the work as soon as possible, she really didn't want to spend her night at the Precinct. After this much of work, she just wanted to relax in her tub, taking a bubble bath, maybe reading some Richard Castle book, drinking wine.

As she was almost asleep, resting her head on her left arm, and used right arm to write, a voice scared her up pretty well. She didn't know if she was dreaming, or was it real, but it was the Writerboy. Holding one white bag, probably consisting something tasty. He was walking to her, smile on his face. Obviously because of something he saw. Beckett, almost sleeping, doing paperwork, eyes barely opened. She didn't pay much attention, but that changed when he sat on a chair, which he dragged next to Beckett's table yesterday. She shook her head, a little frown on her face.

"Hello, Beckett," he said, wanting to laugh at her. Not in a bad way, it was a cute view. He lifted the bag on his lap, took out some Chinese food, and laid them onto her table.

"What, wh-" she stopped, to gather up her mind. She pulled herself together, "What are you doing here?" she said quietly, just in case.

"I was too bored. Mother is out, and so is Alexis." He said, as he opened one of the food box.

She didn't know what to say. Just nodded awkwardly, "Okay," she mumbled, and grabbed one of the box, she smiled at him.

"Thanks,"

"Not a problem," he said, and put some food in his mouth.

They ate for a while, laughing, telling memories. Maybe it wasn't the baddest version of spending Friday night. Now, thanks to him, it was fun. In middle of their laughing, they heard the elevator door opening voice. Who else would come to the Precinct at this time?

I just needed to write. Very short chapter, sorry :). Another tomorrow, maybe. Thanks for reading! :)