A/N: Wake-up Soon prompted me the most hilarious thing. It's some kind of, I don't know, scene? Well, it's funny as hell. At least, I thought so. It's about camera cables, omniscience (my favourite superpower, as it happens) and some other things. Just read it. You'll love it. I know I love Wake-up Soon for prompting it xD

Tomorrow's prompt: Too Much To Ask - Arctic Monkeys. (Yes, of course it'll be Caskett xD)

'Beckett!'

Castle was out of breath when he burst into her office. Out of breath from running or laughing, he wasn't quite sure. Seriously, he just found the most perfect thing, it had to be the most hilarious in the world, and he had to share it with Beckett.

'What, Castle?'

'You've got to see this. Mother is learning lines for a new play, and I saw the script. I think we should act it out together.'

'No way.' She returned to her work.

'But Becks!'

'I said no, Castle. We have a murder to solve here.'

He pouted. And whined. And begged. Eventually, she tired of it (well, eventually? After five minutes, really).

'Okay, whatever, I'll do it. Make it quick. I don't have a lot of time.'

He handed her the piece of paper, quite proud of himself.

'You've to start.'

Beckett rolled her eyes, but spoke anyway.

'If you were a camera cable, where would you go?'

'I would move from the place my owner put me because that's what camera cables do.' He had a hard time not chuckling.

'You know, that is exactly what cables do. I swear, they move.' She caught Castle's glare and quickly continued. 'To...?'

'They don't know. They don't have eyes.' He could see her bite her lip to stop the comments. This was bad, he knew, but he loved doing things with her, doesn't matter how ridiculous or how much she'd dislike him afterwards.

'Okay then, pretend you're omniscient. Where's my cable?'

'If I'm omniscient, I am not looking for your cable. I'm watching naked people.' Now he had a harder time still not laughing. Her face was hilarious.

'Is my cable with them? Castle, you're crazy. Stop wasting my time.'

She crumpled up the paper, threw it at him and got back to work. He chuckled, but after receiving yet another one of Beckett's famous glares he sneaked out of her office. He would come back later, when she was in a better mood.