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Castle and Beckett sat in the precinct, staring at the murder board, in silence. The case was a puzzling one. They had since spoken with numerous members of the victim's family, after being able to identify the girl with her prints, being in the system for a DUI a few years before. No one was very helpful. Both Castle and Beckett were sipping large cups of warm coffee, having hit a dead end, after a few hours, at least until Ryan and Esposito finished canvassing the neighborhood or Lanie finished her autopsy.
"Hmm. 120485… You sure it's not a treasure map?" Castle pondered.
"Yes." Beckett playfully smacked Castle over the head. "And it's not a phone number. I already checked that out."
"Perhaps it's a locker combo?"
"That's possible. But we don't know which one."
"Hmm." Castle paused for a moment, lost in thought. Beckett, on the other hand, was thinking about a different peculiar sight.
"Castle." She said.
"Hmm?" He glanced up. "are you considering my treasure map idea?"
"NO." She glared at him. "Is it just me, or did Ryan and Espo seem a little odd this morning?" This sparked Castle's interest.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean – well – when we were first heading down to the crime scene – I don't think they had realized we were there yet – I could have sworn Esposito was giggling." Beckett took another sip of her coffee, having almost finished her third cup of the day.
"Yeah, well, you know how Esposito gets –"
"But while we were there, it looked like Ryan was trying to keep him from saying something." She stood up and began pacing. Castle proceeded to stand up as well.
"I'm sure it's nothing."
"Yeah, well I'm not."
"You never believe me."
"Oh please. Sit down and stop the bickering."
"See? You're talking to me as though I'm a 12 year old."
"On. A. Sugar. Rush."
"Yeah well –" Their bickering was interrupted with the shrill sound of Beckett's phone ringing. She walked over, glancing at Castle, and answered.
"Hello?" She paused, listening intently. "Of course. Sure." She put the phone down. "Lanie's got something for us."