Okay I tried to get this down to 500 words (not hard, but I made an effort) and then I decided it screw it, it's season finale day and I can be flailing fan girl if I want. On that note IT'S SEASON FINALE DAY! ALWAYS AIRS IN 12 HOURS FOR ME! LASKDJFLASDJFLKKASDFJDFLKADFJ! YUP I'M INCOHERENT ABOUT THIS BUSINESS. ANY THIS IS POTENTIAL FOR TONIGHT. JUST TO LIGHTEN THE MOOD.
Get On Your Boots – U2
"Dad?" The name echoes through the loft, and she freezes on top of him, slowly lifting her head from the spot she'd been studying with her tongue.
"Is that Alexis?" she manages to hiss.
The answer supplies itself, "Dad where are you?" Kate flies off me.
She's pushing her hair out of her line of vision as she hunts for her clothes. "Shit," She keeps muttering under her breath finding her pants and managing to pull them on.
"Dad are you home?"
I manage to kick myself into action, "I'll be out in a second." I call to my daughter hoping out of bed snagging sweat pants and a t-shirt throwing them on as Kate moans softly into her hands standing next to the bed in just her jeans. "What?" I whisper.
"My bra and shirt." She looks panic stricken, and she never looks that way.
"What about them?"
"They're in the living room," She hisses, probably in disbelief that I didn't put it together faster.
"Oh."
"Oh. That's what you have to say? Your daughter is out there with them. This is a nightmare." She moans again, I can't help but laugh, scooping my button down up of the ground and crossing to her. "Castle." She swats at me.
"Just put this on. You're not going anywhere." I kiss her softly, swiping a thumb over her cheekbone, "Alexis will be fine, she'll probably be relieved it's you."
"Relieved?" Her eyebrow quirks up, as she finally accepts the shirt from me.
"Let's just say there were a few timing miss-calculations in the past and a shirt and bra were not the only things she found before I did." I shake my head, as she looks like she's trying to hold in a laugh. "A story for another time. Come out when you're decent, we'll do something about dinner."
She smiles back biting her lip with a nod as she set to work on the shirt buttons, and I went out to greet my daughter. Alexis was sitting on the couch, eying the missing articles of clothing that had thankfully managed to simply land on the floor. "Dad are you hiding a girl in your room again?" She's torn between amusement and disgust.
"Not hiding anything she'll be out in a minute she had to procure other clothes since clearly some are missing." I crossed the room to the kitchen, "What do you want for dinner?" I asked opening the fridge.
"Dad." She huffs exasperated, "Who exactly is in your room that I should expect any minute wearing your shirt?" Her hands are on her hips and her head is tilted to the side, she must have learned it from Beckett, it's an interrogation pose.
I open my mouth to answer but the woman in question has come out of the room in her pants and my shirt and my mouth has gone dry. "That would be me," She answers lightly.
Alexis' mouth is open, "Detective Beckett?" she manages to squeak, her eyes volleying back and forth between us, before she manages to pull herself together. "Actually, I'm going to see if Grams wants to meet me out. I'll see you guys later." She scoops up her purse and heads for the door before I can say anything. Then she stops, "Dinner? The three of us another night though?" She manages to ask.
Kate smiles, "I'd love that."
Thoughts! I'm managed to avoid the sneak peaks with my weekend travels so don't spoil me please! See you tomorrow I'll be here to help with hiatus blues.
! Return to your regular scheduled freak outs.
Babyrose
