something at work in my soul

connection

Isis side-eyes her as she runs the brush through her hair and putters around her room, choosing her jewelry carefully. It's a disdainful sort of look, one she has grown used to over the many years they've been together, but it never fails to make her smirk. The cat can't talk, they don't have a telepathic bond the way some people do with their companions, but they understand each other nonetheless.

"Oh, I know all of this is silly," Kate tells the cat, fastening her earrings and fluffing her hair. "But I want to see the look on his face."

Isis cocks her head, her expression growing bland. Much like Kate herself, her companion had started off simply tolerating Rick Castle, but they both know it's more than that now. He has a way about him, a magic of his own, that draws Beckett to him just as he had been drawn to her that night at his book party.

"I know, the hat is a little much," Beckett continues, smoothing the iridescent sequins down until everything is one color, "but I think he'll get a kick out of it. He loves hearing all the ways the stories have gotten it wrong, after all."

"And look at it this way," she adds, smoothing the slinky black dress down her hips and reaching for the cape (another over the top addition that usually makes her roll her eyes; it's such a stereotype – not a single woman in generations of her family going back to Salem has ever worn one), "by taking the pumpkin, I don't have to take you to complete my outfit."

Isis seems to sigh at that, lowering onto her belly beside the jack-o-lantern. Kate grins, reaching out a hand and rubbing a carefully manicured finger under her companion's chin. That earns her a rumble of contentment, making Beckett's smile deepen; Isis may be a special animal, connected to her on a spiritual level and in tune with her in so many ways, but she's still a cat.

"Okay," she says a few minutes later, stroking the cat's ear. "I'm going to go now. I'll take Jack over here with me."

She straightens up, fixing her costume once again. She looks damn good; Castle isn't going to know what hit him, but she knows he's going to like it – her plans for after the party especially. "See you in the morning, Is."

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