Disclaimer: I don't own Castle.
Character(s): Kevin Ryan, another man (Castle), Kate Beckett, Javier Esposito, Lanie Parrish
Relationship: Lanie/Esposito
Genre: Humor
Rating: K
Women
"Twenty bucks."
"A hundred."
"Thirty."
"Seventy-five."
"Thirty."
"Chicken."
"Fifty. Final answer."
"Deal."
The two men shook on it as they glanced sideways at the 'couple' in question. They just seemed to be chatting like friends, but according to the never ending rumors they were way more than that. They were becoming big news…almost like when Castle originally started trailing Beckett.
That was more than three years ago though now, and nobody really talked about that anymore. Sure, they gossiped about their 'budding' relationship, but that was it. And it wasn't like anything hadh had changed since then. Well, nothing too much. Sure, the precinct had much more buzz going on now a days with Castle's books and the occasionally articles on the people (or person) that said book was based on, but nothing too entirely much.
Sure, Beckett was friendlier and more willing to snap out a lot more remarks at her team than she used too, but that wasn't too much of a change. "Uh, oh, Beckett's coming. Act natural."
The female detective glided over in their direction and the men started to talk about baseball randomly. She got a suspicious look on her face, but said nothing as she quickly joined in on the conversation. It surprised one of the men that she was a baseball fan, but the other didn't even blink at it.
As the conversation slowly came to an end, Beckett started to walk away before saying, "I want in."
The question startles the men, but they're quick to recover. "Want in what?" The younger man asks while feigning innocence.
"Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I'm stupid, Ryan. Are you going to let me in or what?" It shocks them that she doesn't even glance in the couples direction to be sure that she wants to risk the money. It takes them a few seconds to ask the inevitable question.
"Do you know something?" They speak simultaneously and Beckett raises a brow.
Her words imitate perfect incredulity, "You think I would cheat?"
If the men didn't know how much of a good liar she was, they wouldn't be worried, but they did and they were.
"A hundred on today."
"Today?" One of the men asks. They share a look and a snort. Like it would happen that day. Beckett wasn't that stupid. Or so they thought. But they quickly pushed that thought out of their mind when Lanie leaned up to kiss Esposito on his check before accepting a small piece of paper (which they knew to be his home number) from him. "Damn," they each murmur before reaching into their pockets to give their money to a grinning Beckett. As she walks away victoriously, the men share a look.
What was it with women?