All the usual disclaimers apply: I don't own Castle, never will, and certainly have no chance of ever profiting from it.
Tree
"Let it go, Castle."
"Almost there..." The limb breaks, and he and the evidence both fall to the ground. "See? Told you I had it."
Hours later, still stoned from whatever meds they gave him to set his wrist, he looks at his hand morosely. "Why didn't anyone ever tell me I have sausage fingers?"
"The swelling is temporary. When it goes down, they'll put your cast on."
"Will you sign it?" he asks.
"Only if it's pretty."
After five days, he shows up with a black pen and a hot pink cast. She laughs and signs it Nikki Heat.