Walking into the morgue "Doctor Parr..." stopping in her tracks to see Lanie standing in front of her with her wrist bandaged up "What happened to you?"
"I don't even know what a good line for a reply would be for you Doctor." says Castle unaware of what is going on in Beckett's head.
"Castle!" snaps the doctor, then looking at Beckett "I fell out of my bed last night and landed ... wrong on my wrist. It's only a slight sprain but it hurts."
Beckett does her best to hide the laughter she's fighting to keep in but is failing badly.
"Beckett, something wrong?" asks Castle.
She squeaks "No." as Lanie stares daggers at her "It's nothing."
"Beckett! Stop that!" instructs Lanie "STOP IT!"
"Okay... 'pfftttt' ... I'll try." she strains to say while repressing a furious laugh.
"Beckett! It's your damn fault!" says Lanie finally.
"Any chance I could get in on the joke?" asks a bewildered Castle.
"NO!" both women bark simultaneously at him.
"Okay, I'll just stand here and hold this piece of the wall up." he says looking at the two and leaning on the wall of the morgue.
Beckett goes over to Lanie and the two turn and head across her office giggling like teenagers.
"I'm sorry Lanie, I can't help it. I just came from the bullpen and saw Espo trying to hide what happened."
"Girl, you wouldn't believe the trouble you caused." smiles Lanie.
"I'm so glad for you." Beckett says patting her arm.
Without thinking Lanie sits down on her chair and winces.
"Oh .. my ... GOD! Lanie!" the smile on her face growing wide and her laughter starts again.
"Beckett, shut-up!" says Lanie laughing too.
"I guess it's safe to say that Espo's injury was tended to by a doctor immediately?" she says crying because she's laughing so hard.
"Detective Katherine Beckett! Control yourself!" Lanie says still laughing at the situation.
"Doesn't seem like I'm the one who's out of control!" pausing to catch her breath "So," begins Beckett again trying to keep a straight face"is it safe to assume that the red dress was to his liking?"
"Oh ... bless my soul.." says the doctor picking up a folder and beginning to fan herself.
"Lanie, I'm going to have to go back to my desk. I'd really rather stay with you here and dish but I have to get some work done today but I can at least tease the crap out of Javi for the rest of the day."
"You be nice to that boy. He had a hard ... long ... tough night." she corrects herself quickly to avoid the double entendre that she kept walking into.
Beckett bursts into laughter and leaves the ME's office roaring with laughter trying to wave to Lanie behind her but having trouble navigating she's laughing so hard. She stops leaning against a table to support herself for a moment, turns and calls to Lanie "How'd you sprain your wrist and him his ankle?"
"Beckett!" comes a cry from the office.
"Okay okay, I'm leaving!" she's laughing harder now than she was before "Come on Castle. I need to get some air." as she goes through the doors into the hallway and lets loose a roaring laugh that echoes in the hallway so loud that Lanie can hear it in her office and she begins to laugh too.
"Beckett?" asks Castle, totally bewildered.
"Nothing Castle, nothing at all. Just let it be." still laughing as she goes into the lab to sign out the evidence she came after originally "Oh I'm going to be sore tomorrow with all this laughing." she thinks to herself.
The ride back to the precinct is silent except for occasional giggling noises from Beckett and long looks from Castle.
"Castle, when does your mother get up?"
"I don't know, today, probably about nine am, why?"
"Nothing, I just have to share something with her."
"What?"
"Nothing. Nothing for you to concern yourself with." she says laughing again.
"Oh, this does not bode well for me and I suspect Javier too." he says out loud to himself.
"Castle, you have no idea." she laughs at him again.
"Oh great." he says looking out the window.
The rest of the ride as well as the ride up in the elevator is quiet but Castle notices Beckett hasn't stopped smiling. As the doors open he says "I will say, it's nice to see how happy you are."
"Thanks partner." she whispers and exits the elevator with him in tow.
She walks across the bullpen looking down and avoiding looking at Espo. She gets to her desk fully composed again, puts her coat on the chair and sits down. As Castle sits in his chair. He looks over to Esposito and says "Hey Espo, what's with the crutches?" as Beckett breaks out in furious laughter again and puts her head down on the desk to hide her laughter. She lifts her head and she's crying and bright red not even trying to control her laughter any more.
Castle, concerned, leans in and says "Kate, you okay?" She waves him off to avoid the conversation.
Just then he sees Esposito jump out of his chair, grab his crutches and storm off to the break room with a disgusted look on his face.
"I'm sorry Castle, I can't talk about it." as she tries to regain some measure of composure. Breathing hard, she tries to take a drink of her coffee and before she can even get it to her face "PPppptttttthhhhh" she starts laughing again.
"Beckett! It's not funny!" yells Esposito from the break room which just makes her laugh even harder.
Castle and Ryan look at each other and shrug their shoulders realizing they're never going to know the joke but sure that this is going to be a good one for a while.
With tears in her eyes she yells "I'm sorry Javi, I really really am." then quietly, almost to herself "Sort of."
Castle, realizing the next couple of hours are going to be lost, he heads into the break room to get coffees for him and Beckett. He sees Javi standing there, bright red and looking sort of mad but smiling "Javi, you okay bro?"
"Yea Castle, thanks. I'm okay, I just ... it's just that ... I ... let's just say that I understand what you meant about the contents of that dress box much clearer now."
"I'm glad but don't mention it again." he says winking at Esposito and heading back to Beckett's desk with two fresh coffees.
He puts one down in front of her, sits down, and quietly he pulls out his phone and begins to play yet another game to occupy his attention while Beckett tries to get a grip on herself and get some of her own work done.