Homicide Department, 12th Precinct, Tuesday Night
Rick leant against Beckett's desk, listening to Ryan and Esposito as they outlined the results of the lead they'd been following up.
Suddenly there was the whooshing sound of displaced air behind Rick, and Ryan stopped midsentence, his eyes widening. Rick turned. A blue skinned, purple-feathered, three-eyed, alien with a mass of tentacles, loomed over him, a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth opening wide.
"Castle, I thought I told you to stop giving the precinct as a delivery address, especially for interdimensional deliveries," Beckett said, barely sparing the alien, whose name-tag read 'Bob', a second glance as she organised her notes. "Huh, I didn't know they made tan shorts with that that many leg-holes."
"I didn't," Rick protested as he signed the form one tentacle held out for him. "At least not on purpose, this delivery service delivers to people not addresses, for the personal touch, so as soon as my package was available Bob here promptly brought it to me."
"If only we had Bob's people finding skills," Beckett said under her breath as Bob deposited the paper wrapped parcel on her desk with a cheerful burble. "Well, give Bob his tip and send him on his way, and Ryan, stop staring."
"I wasn't...was I?"
"You were totally staring, bro."
Suddenly there was the whooshing sound of displaced air behind Rick, and Ryan stopped midsentence, his eyes widening. Rick turned. A blue skinned, purple-feathered, three-eyed, alien with a mass of tentacles, loomed over him, a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth opening wide.
"Castle, I thought I told you to stop giving the precinct as a delivery address, especially for interdimensional deliveries," Beckett said, barely sparing the alien, whose name-tag read 'Bob', a second glance as she organised her notes. "Huh, I didn't know they made tan shorts with that that many leg-holes."
"I didn't," Rick protested as he signed the form one tentacle held out for him. "At least not on purpose, this delivery service delivers to people not addresses, for the personal touch, so as soon as my package was available Bob here promptly brought it to me."
"If only we had Bob's people finding skills," Beckett said under her breath as Bob deposited the paper wrapped parcel on her desk with a cheerful burble. "Well, give Bob his tip and send him on his way, and Ryan, stop staring."
"I wasn't...was I?"
"You were totally staring, bro."