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"Now, we get a lot of people coming here to the animal shelter around this time of year only to have them returned the day after Christmas. Can you promise that's not going to happen."
"Oh, hey, we're not getting this as a gift for someone else" Castle informed the woman. "We're getting it as a gift for each other. This is something we both really want."
He and Beckett shared a small smile.
"No worries. Just fill out these forms and he'll be yours. Oh, and we'll need a name for the registration."
"Sherlock," Beckett said immediately.
Castle's smile broadened.
"You're sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure – as long as you understand we really can't take him to crime scenes."
"I understand, but I can still buy him a hat and a magnifying glass."
The next few days went well. Sherlock was a bit of a handful f\but as far as he and Beckett were concerned, he was well worth it. He was a lab/pit-bull cross with a golden coat and tough, lived in face. Despite all the warnings they'd gotten though, he was a big softy, very affectionate with both of them but especially Kate.
Their biggest challenge was trying to get him to stay in the laundry room. They'd let him sleep in the bed for the past few nights but it was Christmas Eve and Castle and Beckett wanted to spend some quality time together.
"Come on," said Castle as he dragged him by the lead to the laundry room.
"Oh, man, why do you get to have that sweet piece of ass?"
Castle froze and looked around.
"Hello?"
"Uh, hi."
Castle looked down at the dog.
"Boo," said Sherlock.
Castle fell back.
"Hey, Dude, you ok?"
He had clearly seen his mouth moving.
"You're – you're - "
"Now, I'm not unreasonable. Why don't you sleep in the laundry room to night, I'll take your honey and tomorrow night, we'll swap."
"Kate!" he called out in panic.
"What's wrong Castle?!"
"You need to hear this!"
"Dog giving you trouble?" she asked as she walked in.
"He can talk."
"Oh, you're training him already. Cool. Speak."
He barked.
"Good Dog," she cooed, kneeling down as he licked her face.
"Uh, Kate – don't."
"What's wrong, Castle?"
He was all over her and he was looking at her like -
Castle's fist balled in rage.
"Get away from him."
"Why?"
"I told you, he can talk. In English."
She rolled her eyes in amusement. "Oh, ok."
"I'm serious."
"Sure."
"He was saying the filthiest things about you, Kate. Hey, Sherlock, talk."
There was a pause. The dog said nothing.
"Oh, come on."
"Let's go to bed, Castle."
Castle sighed. Then, as she took his hand, he shot the dog a gloating smirk and locked him in.
"I'm sorry, Kate."
"It's ok, Castle."
"I know I'm supposed to say it's never happened before. That's not true. It's happened once or twice before. But it's never happened with you before."
"Hey, Castle, I can help you out - "
"No, Kate, I can't, not when I know he's out there... listening."
"He's not listening!"
"He is. He wants you, Kate. I heard him."
"We'll be quiet."
"He's a dog, Kate! He'll still hear."
"Castle, even for you, this is insane."
"I know but... it's Christmas Eve. Weird crap happens on Christmas Eve. According to Christmas lore, it's the only time Animals can speak, and when they do speak they can only do so for a brief time, and now I know our sweet dog is a horny, sexist perv."
"Castle, I'm starting to get worried. I think you actually believe what you're saying. How much did you have to drink tonight?"
"Not much."
"Maybe it was something you ate."
"I wasn't hallucinating, Beckett, it was real. And I just... can't. I'm sorry."
Beckett sighed. "Ok," she resigned, turning out the light and rolling onto her side.
"Goodnight, Dr. Dolittle."