Title: Umbrella
Author's Note: I want to do Rhythmic Gymnastics. And dear Anon: Thank you! It is a lot of fun. And I NEED to see a promo or something! I'M DYING! *laughs*
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Beckett walks into the loft one rainy day, her umbrella open and failing to dry. Castle peeks out from the office at the sound of the door opening, gasping at the sight.
"What?" She asks, shaking the water-covered item. "It was raining really hard. I'll dry it."
He shakes his head, pointing at the umbrella. "It's open inside," he stresses.
"I thought you weren't superstitious," she says, raising her eyebrow.
The writer shrugs. "After the mummy curse, I'd say it's better to be safe than sorry."
She nods, shaking her head at her partner. "I'm still not closing it."
