I started writing this about two weeks ago but it was really dark and I was going for funny. That, and I got distracted with job searches and other boring stuff. Alas, here, by popular demand, is Lanie and Esposito finding out about Caskett. It actually seemed wrong (in my mind anyway) to have them find out separately so here you are.

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No spoilers and they ain't mine. Bout sums it up I think. ENJOY!

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After the hell that been her week, Lanie Parish wanted nothing more than to let loose on the dance floor, get a buzz with some, any, form of alcohol and possibly end her Saturday night with freaky time from her favourite Hispanic. She had invited her best friend, Kate Beckett, to join in the fun, only she had claimed to be busy with prior plans. There had been a certain glow about the girl since her return from suspension, clearly she was getting more than electronic satisfaction, but from who remained a mystery. Esposito and Ryan had tried to rope her and Castle into finding the identity of the boyfriend. Castle wasn't interested (who could blame the guy?) and Lanie was certain her girlfriend would spill the beans eventually, given time (and her favourite bottle of red). Whoever this guy was, she was uncharacteristically quiet about him.

Dressed to the nines in her favourite cocktail dress, on the arm of one Javier Esposito, the M.E. entered the nightclub, letting the music and pure energy of the space make her forget about her week and get down. Reading her mind, Esposito escorted her to the bar, ordering up two tequila shots, a beer and a margarita.

Three shots and two vodkas later, the pair was doing a rather X-rated interpretation of Dirty Dancing when she caught her first glimpse. It couldn't be? She could have sworn she saw Richard Castle being pulled through the crowd by the zipper on his leather jacket. The hands on her hips gently pulled her attention back to her dancing (grinding) partner, until her saw him again. This time, his fingers were laced through hers next to his head while his lips glued to his companions before they disappeared into the crowd once more.

Not even the nibbling on her neck could kill her curiosity.

Ripping herself away from Esposito, she grabbed his wrist, dragging him through the sea of bodies to where she had seen him last.

"What's going on with you?"

"I just saw Castle playing tonsil tennis with some bimbo."

He perked up immediately, going into full detective mode, scanning the crowd for a familiar face.

There he was, pressed against the wall while the woman had a hand at his belt and her tongue, rather aggressively she might add, down his throat.

"Richard Castle! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

The couple froze at the sound of her voice, the woman immediately hiding her face in his jacket.

"Lanie! Espo! What are you guys doing here?"

"Uh-uh, you do not get to ask questions here? Beckett gets a boyfriend so what? You hook up with the first available hottie that gives you her digit?"

"It's not-"

"What it looks like?"

"It never is writer boy." The Hispanic had to get his two cents in.

Castle shifted his gaze between the pair. Sensing that an explanation was futile, and his death was both certain and imminent, he looked at the brunette still currently trying to crawl into the corner and disappear. Lanie threw her hands on her hips. The writer gulped audibly.

"I'm waiting."

His 'make-out buddy' finally raised her head, turning shyly to the pair, gauging their reactions when they realised who she was.

"Hey guys."

"Beckett?" Both jaws were currently somewhere on the floor while the woman chewed nervously on her bottom lip.

"Castle's your boyfriend? And you didn't tell me? Girl, what is wrong with you?"

"Lanie, can we talk about this tomorrow?"

She opened her mouth to argue when Castle wiggled uncomfortably, purposely keeping his body hidden behind hers. Her eyes bugged out of their sockets.

"Your place, lunch time, NO exceptions."

With nothing more to say, she grabbed her partner's hand, dragging him once again through the crowd, leaving a rather confused Castle and Beckett in their wake.