Stranger Things (Castle Fic)
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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Stranger Things
Fandom: Castle
Pairing: Kate Beckett/Richard Castle, gen
Rating: PG
Word Count: 565
Summary: A bunch of nonsense arranged artfully to appear as if there is continuity and plot.
Author’s Note: I don’t know what I’m doing, but the first line of this fic made me think of this skit. I *heart* Jeff Davis. What I wound up doing was taking the subtitles from under each week one picture for Castle and working them into this fic. I’m not even sure it makes sense, but here you go.
“Rick,” Kate Beckett asked, giving her husband a long, confused look. “What are you wearing?”
Castle looked down at his snazzy white suit jacket and seventies-era throwback shirt and shrugged. “The usual, why?”
Kate shook her head, a smile creeping onto her mouth. Sometimes, Castle was just too much. Other times, he made her crazy as a loon, but she always loved him. “No reason, I just wish Ryan and Espo were here to see you right now because I’m sure they’d have a few things to say about this outfit you’re sporting.”
The writer looked around the squad room. “Where are those two anyway? They always beat me here in the mornings.”
“That’s because you’re always late,” Ryan said from just to the right of Castle’s shoulder.
“I am not,” he protested.
“Oh yes you are,” Esposito said, stepping around the writer blockade to stand next to Beckett. “And we were stuck on the subway.”
“Not a pleasant experience,” Ryan added while Esposito nodded vigorously.
“Okay,” Beckett said, looking around the room at her gathered detectives and… well, whatever Castle qualified as today. “So, the case Gates just gave us…”
She was interrupted by the sound of a Ke$ha song filling the air. “Ooops,” Rick said, making a face and digging his phone out while “Dinosaur” kept playing. “I’ve gotta take this,” he muttered before hurrying out of the squad room and into the hall.
Kate watched him wave one hand in the air while boarding the elevator, on his way outside most likely. It was curious and aggravating all at the same time. She made a mental note to ask him both who had called and why that particularly annoying song was the designated ringtone. After a moment’s thought, she made another mental note to ask him exactly what her ringtone was as well.
“What was that all about,” Ryan half-asked, half-wondered.
“No clue,” Esposito said, cocking his head towards the door. “You know how strange Castle can be.”
“Right,” Ryan agreed. “Writers.”
Writers, indeed, Beckett thought. Bringing her confused and unhappy thoughts back to the reason why she was standing where she was, she began to bring the boys up to speed on their current case. They didn’t have much information, but what they had would hopefully give them somewhere to start. She was just wrapping up what she knew about the victim when Castle returned, a small folded bit of paper poking out from in-between his thumb and first finger. “Here,” he said, pushing it into her hand and walking away.
“Okay,” Ryan said, drawing the word out into several syllables. “That was weird even for Castle.”
“Pssht,” Espo said, waving a hand in the air. “That ain’t nothin’. I’ve seen him act much weirder. Like the time he was… what?”
Beckett was staring at Esposito, frowning.
Ryan’s face crinkled in that way it always did when he was worried. “Beckett? Is everything okay?”
“No, Ryan, it’s not.”
“What the hell was on that piece of paper?” Espo took a step forward, hand outstretched to take it from her.
“Our victim’s name.” She looked from Ryan to Esposito before looking out into the nearly empty hallway. “Guys, I didn’t get a chance to tell him about any of this. I don’t know how he knows or wht this means.”
“Only one way to find out,” Esposito said. “We go ask him.”
Fandom: Castle
Pairing: Kate Beckett/Richard Castle, gen
Rating: PG
Word Count: 565
Summary: A bunch of nonsense arranged artfully to appear as if there is continuity and plot.
Author’s Note: I don’t know what I’m doing, but the first line of this fic made me think of this skit. I *heart* Jeff Davis. What I wound up doing was taking the subtitles from under each week one picture for Castle and working them into this fic. I’m not even sure it makes sense, but here you go.
“Rick,” Kate Beckett asked, giving her husband a long, confused look. “What are you wearing?”
Castle looked down at his snazzy white suit jacket and seventies-era throwback shirt and shrugged. “The usual, why?”
Kate shook her head, a smile creeping onto her mouth. Sometimes, Castle was just too much. Other times, he made her crazy as a loon, but she always loved him. “No reason, I just wish Ryan and Espo were here to see you right now because I’m sure they’d have a few things to say about this outfit you’re sporting.”
The writer looked around the squad room. “Where are those two anyway? They always beat me here in the mornings.”
“That’s because you’re always late,” Ryan said from just to the right of Castle’s shoulder.
“I am not,” he protested.
“Oh yes you are,” Esposito said, stepping around the writer blockade to stand next to Beckett. “And we were stuck on the subway.”
“Not a pleasant experience,” Ryan added while Esposito nodded vigorously.
“Okay,” Beckett said, looking around the room at her gathered detectives and… well, whatever Castle qualified as today. “So, the case Gates just gave us…”
She was interrupted by the sound of a Ke$ha song filling the air. “Ooops,” Rick said, making a face and digging his phone out while “Dinosaur” kept playing. “I’ve gotta take this,” he muttered before hurrying out of the squad room and into the hall.
Kate watched him wave one hand in the air while boarding the elevator, on his way outside most likely. It was curious and aggravating all at the same time. She made a mental note to ask him both who had called and why that particularly annoying song was the designated ringtone. After a moment’s thought, she made another mental note to ask him exactly what her ringtone was as well.
“What was that all about,” Ryan half-asked, half-wondered.
“No clue,” Esposito said, cocking his head towards the door. “You know how strange Castle can be.”
“Right,” Ryan agreed. “Writers.”
Writers, indeed, Beckett thought. Bringing her confused and unhappy thoughts back to the reason why she was standing where she was, she began to bring the boys up to speed on their current case. They didn’t have much information, but what they had would hopefully give them somewhere to start. She was just wrapping up what she knew about the victim when Castle returned, a small folded bit of paper poking out from in-between his thumb and first finger. “Here,” he said, pushing it into her hand and walking away.
“Okay,” Ryan said, drawing the word out into several syllables. “That was weird even for Castle.”
“Pssht,” Espo said, waving a hand in the air. “That ain’t nothin’. I’ve seen him act much weirder. Like the time he was… what?”
Beckett was staring at Esposito, frowning.
Ryan’s face crinkled in that way it always did when he was worried. “Beckett? Is everything okay?”
“No, Ryan, it’s not.”
“What the hell was on that piece of paper?” Espo took a step forward, hand outstretched to take it from her.
“Our victim’s name.” She looked from Ryan to Esposito before looking out into the nearly empty hallway. “Guys, I didn’t get a chance to tell him about any of this. I don’t know how he knows or wht this means.”
“Only one way to find out,” Esposito said. “We go ask him.”
