A/N: thanks for the interest in this story… hope you like this chapter.
Happy reading :)
Lanie had noticed that her friend was unusually quite. ALL DAY!
She raised the issue.
"Spill girl, what's the problem?" she had never been one to skit around the truth. She leant over the examination table and peered at the corpse.
Beckett played dumb. "What are you talking about… what's the verdict?"
"It's not a suicide!" she stated. "But I might set your murder up like one, if you don't tell me what the hell is on your mind?"
Beckett looked around the morgue to see that no one was listening in to the conversation.
"I don't know what you mean," she shrugged. "If it's not a suicide then you believe it was a homicide?"
"I believe I won't tell you nothin' till you give something of yourself!"
Beckett sighed heavily.
"Do we really have to do this?"
"We really do," Lanie assured her folding her arms across her chest.
Beckett took a deep breath. "I had a dream," she said simply. "Now, are you ruling this homicide, so I can tell the team,"
"A dream huh?" Lanie looked mighty interested as she looked up from the table. "Do tell…"
"Lanie!" she warned.
"Was this a dream of substance, or one of intrigue?" she teased playfully.
"Lanie, come on…"
"Nuh hu, come now… I want the details. Was it about Castle?"
Beckett evidently blushed. "Sort of."
"Sort of, meaning it was him but not at all like his usual self…" Lanie thought about this for a moment with a wide smile. "Was it a sex dream?"
"Way to be subtle, Lanie…"
"It was, wasn't it?" she laughed.
Beckett rolled her eyes. "Homicide or not?"
"Yes," she nodded suddenly looking serious again as she re-looked at the body on the table before her. "I found stab wounds on the back of her head, and below her left shoulder blade."
"So, it's another murder," she said more to herself than to her friend. "Great, this day just keeps getting better."
"After a sex dream about Castle, I figure you'd be in a better mood."
Beckett glared at her. "Well, I'm not."
"Not getting any, huh?"
Beckett rolled her eyes and made a move to leave.
"Still on for Friday dinner?"
"Yeah, yeah…" she muttered.
"We can compare sex dreams if you want?" she laughed as Beckett made her way out.
"SHUUUT UUUUP!" she called back, her voice echoing down the hall.
Lanie laughed.
I had the idea to have wine and a chat between Lanie and Beckett… are you interested?
Post and tell me, or I'll leave that out and keep going! :)