This time is no accident, and as such, she avoids detection with a little more grace than usual. Slipping in through the door right before it closes behind her dad, Alexis hides easily in the washing alcove right inside the room.
"It's Thursday," Castle says, setting fresh flowers down at Kate's bedside. "It's raining, and it's starting to get cooler. I wrote a little bit today, but nothing of any substance."
He adjusts the blanket that is draped over her knees, a soft blue duvet that Laney had brought from Kate's apartment after the first week. Alexis rocks back and forth on her heels. She'd been watching her father dote over Beckett's supine form for almost a week now and couldn't stand not knowing what he was doing anymore.
"Alexis is standing in the corner and thinks I don't know she's here, but she has the stealth of an elephant with arthritis. I'm going to take her home, but then I'll be back."
Castle stands up and takes his daughter by the elbow, leading her out with a small smirk on his face.
Maybe she'll leave the espionage to the professionals.