Characters: Beckett, Lanie

Rating: K

Genre: Humor/Friendship

Summary: Lanie and Beckett have a Girl's Night after Beckett goes through a bad breakup with Josh.

I do NOT own Castle.

One A Day Doesn't Keep Lanie Away...

"Get off your couch and find that sexy little red dress I made you buy a month ago, oh and those extremely cute pair of red stilettos I saw on the right side of your closet a few days ago. Put it on and do your hair, we are going out. I'll see you in half an hour." Lanie said, without preamble, when Beckett answered her phone.

"Lanie please, I don't feel like going out tonight."

"From what I heard about your break up with Doctor Boy, you need to get out, maybe have a drink or two. Or five."

"I'm fine, I just need some time alone, okay?" Beckett sighed and leaned back into her couch, really not wanting to go out, but knowing Lanie, she was likely to show up and drag her out anyway.

There was a moment of silence, and Beckett was starting to think that Lanie had just given up and started to head over to her apartment, when she finally spoke again.

"You really don't want to go out? Get some drinks at our favorite bar? Maybe do some karaoke?"

"Nope."

"Okay."

The words 'That's it?' where on the tip of her tongue, but she held them back and thanked her friend instead.

They hung up a few minutes later and Beckett was extremely grateful, but slightly suspicious, that Lanie had backed down so easily.

She didn't want to do anything after that horrible break up, that wouldn't have been as bad if it hadn't happened right smack dab in the middle of the precinct.

She settled into her couch, with the remote in hand, for twenty minutes before her door bell rang.

When she opened it up, she wasn't surprised to see Lanie on the other side.

She was, however, surprised to see that Lanie was dressed in what looked like an over-sized t-shirt and pajama pants.

"You want me to get dressed, and you are planning to go out in that? Something is wrong with this picture."

"You said you didn't want to go out, so we are staying in." She said, pushing past the detective and heading into the kitchen to put the ice cream she had brought into the freezer.

"Okay?" Beckett said confused as Lanie started pulling out various movies and junk food from the large sack she was carrying.

"Living room, now." Lanie ordered, literally pushing Beckett into the living room and making her sit on the couch before popping in a comedy that she was sure would have them both laughing like crazy by the end of it.

As they spent most of the night giggling and acting like teenagers, Beckett came to realize that Lanie was right, this was much better than spending her night sulking.

Later that night, Beckett was just about to slam the pillow down on Lanie's head, when Lanie whipped her phone out of nowhere, and snapped a picture of Beckett in the middle of their pillow fight.

"The great Kate Beckett having a pillow fight. I know a certain writer who would just love to see this."

"You wouldn't."

"I would." Beckett launched herself across the living room and tried to snatch the phone away, but Lanie was quicker.

"Oh, would you look at that. While dodging you I must have accidentally scrolled down my contacts, found writer boy's number, and sent it to him. All on accident. Oops?"

"Lanie!"

She was praying that a miracle would happen, that maybe it wouldn't get sent to him for one reason or another, but when she heard her text message tone go off, she knew he had seen it.

"Can I join in? Pretty please? I'm a pretty mean pillow thrower, I'll even wear the same short shorts and camisole as you, if I have to."

After reading the message, she became acutely aware of just how much skin she was showing in her really short shorts and thin camisole top.

Oh yes, she was going to have to get revenge on Lanie.

The next day, Javier Esposito nearly choked on his coffee when he got a picture of Lanie from Beckett, deciding he needed to be extremely nice to Beckett for a while for giving him such good blackmail material.