Title: The Right Kind of Hangover- Getting Away with Beckett
Rating: M
Pairing: Castle/Beckett
Disclaimer: Scribble, scrabble, tip, tap, top / I arrange the words and make them pop. / Castle's not mine and this I know / I credit Marlowe, who runs the show.
Author's Note: Num, num, num, num… (munch, munch…)
Castle: You're such a kid. You're eating Rice Krispy treats?
Me: (cannot speak, her mouth's too full)
Castle: You know, that's going to give you a sugar rush.
Me: (Nods)
Castle: And it's going to get your brain going…
Me: (Nods)
Castle: And you're going to write something insane.
Me: (GRINS)
Castle: Should I go run and hide?
Me: (swallows) Run, Ricky, ruuuuuuuun…
Ok, jasnrob, I am making you Detective jasnrob of the factoid police, and lv2bnsb1 shall be your patsy. Let's ride! Somebody grab the coconuts (claps coconuts together)! Tally ho!
Really, I swear I'm not drunk. I actually don't drink. I just think it's more fun when you do something crazy and make people laugh. And some people have noted that my author's notes are about as great as my stories, so… why not?
Castle: You should do commentary more often.
Me: Probably. But then, how the heck are you supposed to have all those steamy scenes with Beckett?
Castle: …(stumped)
Me: Good job.
Ok, enough blabbering. To the fiction (cue the coconuts)! (And NOTE: Sorry about the short length. I should've made this part of Chapter 6. But… I needed to switch the POV back to Beckett, and I didn't really know what else to do.)
"What do I look like, the doorman?" complained Castle, his arms screaming for a reprieve from all the bags he was carrying. "You know, you got two arms, both of you. You can carry something."
"And why ruin the fun for you?" asked Beckett, winking at him.
He knew she'd conspired with his daughter to let him haul all the Gucci bags, at least six of them, from the doorway to the car. He didn't know how, and he couldn't prove it, but somehow, he knew she did. And while he was trying to put one foot in front of the other without tripping over his own steps, the two of them were walking side by side in front of him, arms around each other like the best of friends. Suddenly, he felt the pit of his stomach bottom out on the walkway. "What have I done," he moaned to himself.
Castle watched the two of them walking, talking, laughing. His girls. That felt right on his tongue when he tried testing them out. His girls. Somehow, that made it worthwhile to carry all the dresses, purses, and shoes that they both just "had" to have. Thank God he was rich.
Something glittered out of the corner of his eye. He turned slightly to his right, just enough to see, and then… he knew. Not now, not again…
"Mr. Castle? Mr. Castle!" He didn't like that voice. He really, REALLY didn't care for that voice of media frenzy. "Mr. Castle!"
He sped up his pace, breaking up the twosome in front of him. He shifted his bags from one hand to the other and linked arms with them. "Less talking, more walking."
"Dad?" Alexis raised an eyebrow.
"We've got a lot of ground to cover, and not a lot of time," he replied, pulling them towards the Ferrari.
"Castle?" Kate's eyes met his, confused.
"Don't… say… anything…" he muttered, escorting them both to the car. "Get in."
"What?"
"Now."
"Mr. Castle! Mr. Castle!"
That's when Kate noticed the trailing paparazzi, and she was NOT happy. She glanced at him, lips pursed. "Really?"
"In. The. Car." He threw the bags in the back and was about to slip into the driver's seat when he saw it was pleasantly occupied. "HEY! How did you get my keys?"
Kate slipped his sunglasses onto her nose and nodded to the passenger seat, already jingling the keys while she started it up. "Magic. You should've been around when I was a rookie in the police force. The first things they hazed us with was they stole things from us so we knew what it felt like. Now stop talking and hop in."
He slid in beside Alexis and barely snapped the seatbelt in place before his head jerked back. BAM! They were weaving in and out of the cars like pros. She knew how to drive, that was for sure. Left, right, to the side, in and out like nobody's business. Alexis's fingernails dug claw marks into his arm, and he couldn't blame her. This kind of ride wasn't for the faint of heart and it would be about a near perfect getaw—
Then… he saw the lights. Red. Blue. Red. Blue. "Oh crap."
Castle shrugged. "It's ok, just show them you're badge and tell them you're going to a homicide. Easy."
"Castle… that's abusing my pull. Plus… I…" she paused, and it was a beat long enough to really make his stomach start sinking. "…I don't have my badge anymore."
"WHAT?"
"I'm not a detective anymore."
"And you tell me this now?"
"Well…" she glanced at him and shrugged. "I was going to tell you eventually."
He clenched his teeth. "We're going to have a talk about this later."
"Yeah," said Alexis, frowning. "We all are."