(Set any time, pre or post Caskett)
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Castle and Beckett rise from their designated positions at her desk. They've both had enough of the constant stomach rumbles echoing between them.
Time to get something to eat.
"Hey guys," Castle announces, straightening his jacket. "Me and Beckett are about to grab some lunch. Did you want anything?"
A small smile plays on Kate's lips as she notices his error. Her time to tease him a little for once. "Beckett and I." She says playfully.
Castle stares at her, eyes wide, with a look of mock indignation. "I'm a best selling novelist, Kate. You can't just correct my grammar!"
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Tumblr Prompt:"I'm a best-selling novelist, Kate. You can't just correct my grammar"