A/N: Too many people wanted this one, and it made no difference to the chapter after that… so, here is wine, Lanie and Beckett.

Enjoy :)

Beckett opened the door, and smiled when she saw that Lanie was carrying more than one bottle of wine under her arm. She snatched a bottle and opened it, taking a swig as she made her way to the couch. She flopped down.

"Feeling better?" Lanie asked with amusement.

"Sure," she shrugged in reply.

"You'll be fine, when you get some grog into ya," Lanie smiled opening the other bottle, and following Beckett's lead.

Beckett was eager to rid the images from her mind, her and Castle… what the hell was her imagination thinking?

"I know a way to make it all better," Lanie smirked.

"If you say ANYTHING that involves Castle coming within a foot of me, I'm going to be the one to smack you around," she threatened.

"Girl, I'd like to see you try…" Lanie laughed. "The only way you're gonna rid that picture you got going in ya head is to act it out."

"I don't think so," she denied.

"So you never did tell me what it was about?" Lanie pushed as she drank down another mouthful of wine. It seemed to slide down her throat so easily.

Beckett was up to the challenge and took another swig of her own bottle.

Before long the two working girls were slightly louder, crazier, and much more open.

"Damn right, Castle's a spunk!" Beckett stated matter-of-factly.

"HAHAHA… you admit it!" Lanie was enjoying every minute of this.

"I won't even remember tomorrow," she giggled.

Lanie, who had somewhat more control over her mind than Beckett obviously had, took advantage of the situation. "So what exactly did the dream entail?" still as eager to find out now, than the moment she heard about it.

"I… he was being himself," Beckett slurred. "You know chilmisg…"

"You mean childish?" Lanie guessed.

"That's what I saaaaaaid," she groaned. "And he slammped me against the walk."

"On the ground?" Lanie gasped.

"No," Beckett slapped the wall behind the couch. "Walk!"

"Oh wall…" she was getting it now.

"I said that!"

"Go ahead girl, this stuff is working twittering."

More drinking was consumed.

"He kissed me!" the words came out clear, and her face expression changed as the tears began to slide unchecked down her face.

Lanie reached a hand out to comfort her. "What's up, girl?"

"He'll break my heart, Lanie…" she sobbed, as her words began to clear.

"What do you mean? You never gave him a chance," she reminded her friend.

"I can't," Beckett confessed. "He stirs the pot and runs... it's what he does. This is Richard Castle, divorced twice, and sleeps with every girl who bats her eyelashes at him. He's a Ladies man. He doesn't connect with woman the way that other men do, he's too…"

"I get it," Lanie nodded listening intently. "But I've seen the way that boy looks at you, and the way you look at him. You can't say he doesn't connect. He's just cautious of making you another notch on his belt. He sees you differently."

"He does?" she sniffed.

"Yeah, girl… you're a princess to him."

Beckett laughed. "I ain't no princess. I carry a gun."

The girls giggled as they polished off the two bottles of wine, and changed conversation from Castle.

"What's the best place you ever did it?" Beckett grinned.

Lanie thought about it for a moment. "A tree branch! You!"

Beckett cackled. "A public toilet!"

"WHAT?"

"The adrenaline rush of being caught was incredible," she explained. "Besides, it wasn't easy keeping quite!"

They talked about the cases they'd been involved in, and instantly moved that to something lighter… high school crushes… enemies they'd made while growing up… personality clashes.

Beckett passed out first.

Hahahaha I hope I made you laugh. Thank you for being so loyal to this story. You should see what I have coming up… it's a doozy.

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