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Lanie called them to the morgue, having found new evidence on the body she said they needed to know about. They walked in cool and calm, hoping she wouldn't pick up on the 'we did it' look, which was only partially concealed behind their eyes. Leaning over the body she was pointing to the guy's bruised and broken neck then his side as she pulled the sheet downward to reveal the locations of interest.
"I don't see anything, Lanie."
"Just wait for it." Dimming the overheads and clicking on an intense UV light she shines it over the body as glowing fingerprints reveal themselves. She begins explaining, "our perp indulged in a little self-induced intimacy…considering there wasn't a vaginal contribution present… not long before our vic here was killed and what you are seeing is likely transfer of bodily fluids from the killer's hands, which captured his prints within the drying semen." A grimace flashes over their faces as the meaning sinks in…their killer was not only sadistic, but suffered from very poor hygiene as well and his bad manners just provided the evidence they needed to convict him of murder along with the drug charges. Making Lanie's discovery even better is the fact the name on the file lying atop the body matches one of the guys in lock-up who shot at them, adding another assortment of charges to his already heaping pile. Moving the light downward slightly to reveal the same thing in the other location she had previously pointed out, a reflection glows from the edge of Castle's shirt, just above the belt. Castle seeing it with wide panicked eyes immediately side-steps, but it was too late. Lanie and Kate had both clearly seen the evidence, luminescent green and hard to miss.
Kate biting her lip to hide a grin and Lanie with a quirked brow, hands on her hips, "Girl, if I take a sample of that is it going to match your DNA?"
As Beckett's face flushes with color, Lanie exclaims, "Katherine Beckett!" An attempt to taunt, but failing miserably at masking her jubilation.
Grabbing Castle by his jacket in one hand and the file in the other, she pulls him towards the door saying, "let's go close this case, Castle" then hollering over her shoulder, "catch you later, Lanie." As the doors swing shut behind them they hear Lanie squealing, "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it." Grabbing her phone she shoots a quick text to Beckett, "Just where and when did this fornication take place? Spill now or later, you choose, but I want details."
Reading over Beckett's shoulder, Castle whispers, "busted" just before she grabs his ear, dragging him to the elevator while he squeals, "apples, apples."
As the elevator doors close with a ding, giving them a moment of privacy, Beckett stretches up, placing a quick peck to his lips then utters, "Shut-up, Castle."
Sashaying out of the elevator his eyes are fixed on her perfectly sculpted ass, almost hypnotizing him in place as he rubs his ear. Shaking his head to regain some form of clarity, he darts after her.
The boys are each staring dumbfounded into Esposito's phone with jaws dropped as Beckett snaps, "Better shut those mouths before you catch flies, boys."
Silently cursing Lanie, she wisps by them headed towards that cup of coffee she missed out on when her body interrupted her with thoughts of Castle and a secret rendezvous in a dimly lit closet. She feels the boy's eyes boring into her back as Castle hastily snags his previously stationed cup and follows, partially for the caffeine and partially to avoid the onslaught of questions he will no doubt be bombarded with.
Peeking through the blinds to find the boys still staring after them, she gives Castle a quick, but thorough kiss then turns to the coffee machine, hands sliding seductively down his chest before departing. Proud she's finally discovered a way to shut him up she files it away for later use. A wicked grin spreads across her face as a flush of color overtakes her, remembering the feeling of his hands, mouth and body pulsating against hers, sweaty and delicious.
Castle remains standing silently in shock until she laughs out, "Guess I'm no longer just a tease, huh?" As the surprise of her actions begins to fade, he finds his legs suddenly willing to obey commands again and in three long strides he has her wrapped in a hug, showering her with kisses… nose, cheek, eyes, ears, neck, forehead, mouth…as she squirms and giggles. He can't believe he just rendered his tough detective into a pile of mush and giggles, but the elation is clear on both their faces before she pushes him backward in an attempt to regain her composure. "Castle." A warning, but with only false venom behind it, voice tinged with barely hidden amusement, he figures he's ok. Nonetheless, he takes a step back, giving her some space, if only a smidge.
Pulling his shirt away from his shoulder, he flashes her a perfect impression of her teeth embedded in his skin. "Just so you know, don't do anything illegal involving your dentition in the near future as I have a perfect copy of your dental records." With a cocky grin on his face he taps his shoulder, pointing out her handy work as she bites her lip, a rosy tone over-taking her cheeks for the second time in only a few minutes.
Leaning into his neck, her breath sends a shiver through his body as she whispers, "Give me a little time, Ricky, and I'll give you a matched set." And just like that, he's hard for her again. Oh, he's got it bad and now that he's had a taste of her, he'll never get enough. "Yep, still a tease, detective."
Meanwhile, out in the bullpen, eyes holding steady on the break room windows, Espo drops his phone as Ryan drops his pen, both objects clattering to the floor as their owners sit with slack-jawed expressions, rendered speechless.
A 'beep' encourages his body back into action as he bends to retrieve his phone. Seeing a new text message from Lanie on the screen, he quickly scans it and laughs while turning it towards Ryan.
"Who won the pool?"
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