(FIC) Thesaurus - 5/15
Title: Thesaurus
Chapter: 5 of 15: "Knucklehead"
Characters/pairings: Ryan/Esposito, Castle, Beckett
Length: 524 words this chapter; 14,055 words total
Rating: PG-13 for alcohol consumption and mild language
Fic Summary: Every word has both a denotation and a connotation, but neither convey the word's real meaning. To discover that, you have to live life to the fullest.
( Previous, Chapter 4 - "Crook" )
“…knucklehead…”
knucklehead (nŭk’l-hěd) n. 1. an idiot, dunce, or moron; 2.one who performs foolish or silly tasks, tricks, or stunts
"Because you two would otherwise have a pleasant, work-free weekend. I simply can’t have that happening, can I? Not when there’s such important police work to be done…”
Why did Beckett smiling always mean more work for Ryan and Esposito?
So it was, of course, entirely her fault that they ended up in Esposito’s navy-blue ’94 Acura Legend on their way to south Jersey at dusk, two large cokes, the victim’s file, and the address of a crazy ex-boyfriend in hand.
They talked for as long as conversation would hold out but eventually drifted into silence, broken only by Esposito’s tapping on the wheel. Taaap, taaaaaap, taaap, taaaaaap, taptaptap, ta-taaaptaaap, tap taptapta-taptap, tap ta-tap tap, tap taptaptaaaap tap taaaap tap ta-
"Do you want to be a drummer or something?” Ryan put his feet up on the dashboard and watched Esposito’s bobbing thumb with great interest.
“Yeah, actually, when I was younger. But now I just got this song stuck in my head.”
“Did you ever?”
Esposito looked at him confusedly. "Did I ever…get this song stuck in my head?”
Ryan rolled his eyes. “No, become a drummer.”
“Oh. No, obviously not. You seriously think I’d be a cop if I coulda been a rock star?”
“Why not?”
Esposito shrugged. “Never had anyone else who wanted to start a band with me,” he said lightly. They sat in silence, both lost in thought, until:
“I play some guitar… I’m not amazing, but--"
Esposito smiled. “That’s cool, bro. Beckett keeps me too busy to even think of doing anything remotely resembling fun.”
Ryan snorted. “I know what you mean. That woman is a sadist. I mean, it’s not like SHE has a life! Why isn’t SHE on this road trip?! By the time we get there, get a hotel, stay the night, find the guy, ask him our questions, check out of the hotel, and get our asses back up here, our weekend will be totally shot.”
“Why?” Esposito asked, attempting to disguise the depth of his interest, “You got plans or something?”
(He didn't really care, he tried to convince himself. Ryan was free to do as he pleased...)
His partner shrugged, gazing out the windshield as other cars flew past. “Nothing I can’t reschedule. My sister wanted to go see…some movie…can’t remember now which one it was. Some rom-com or something.”
“Some what?”
“Rom-com? Romantic comedy?” Esposito nodded in understanding and Ryan sighed. “Geez, do you ever get out at all? Next you’re going to tell me that you’ve never heard ‘Heartbreak Warfare’, or that you don’t listen to One Republic.” Ryan reached for his Coke, sipping through his red-and-white striped straw.
“Never heard of either one.”
The Irish detective’s eyes widened and he accidentally snorted coke through his nose, groaning and clenching his eyes at the pain. His partner sat and laughed, paying more attention to Ryan than he was to the road.
“Knucklehead,” he murmured, handing his partner a paper towel from between the seats, a smile still playing on his lips.
( Next, Chapter 6 - "Chucklehead" )
Chapter: 5 of 15: "Knucklehead"
Characters/pairings: Ryan/Esposito, Castle, Beckett
Length: 524 words this chapter; 14,055 words total
Rating: PG-13 for alcohol consumption and mild language
Fic Summary: Every word has both a denotation and a connotation, but neither convey the word's real meaning. To discover that, you have to live life to the fullest.
( Previous, Chapter 4 - "Crook" )
“…knucklehead…”
knucklehead (nŭk’l-hěd) n. 1. an idiot, dunce, or moron; 2.one who performs foolish or silly tasks, tricks, or stunts
"Because you two would otherwise have a pleasant, work-free weekend. I simply can’t have that happening, can I? Not when there’s such important police work to be done…”
Why did Beckett smiling always mean more work for Ryan and Esposito?
So it was, of course, entirely her fault that they ended up in Esposito’s navy-blue ’94 Acura Legend on their way to south Jersey at dusk, two large cokes, the victim’s file, and the address of a crazy ex-boyfriend in hand.
They talked for as long as conversation would hold out but eventually drifted into silence, broken only by Esposito’s tapping on the wheel. Taaap, taaaaaap, taaap, taaaaaap, taptaptap, ta-taaaptaaap, tap taptapta-taptap, tap ta-tap tap, tap taptaptaaaap tap taaaap tap ta-
"Do you want to be a drummer or something?” Ryan put his feet up on the dashboard and watched Esposito’s bobbing thumb with great interest.
“Yeah, actually, when I was younger. But now I just got this song stuck in my head.”
“Did you ever?”
Esposito looked at him confusedly. "Did I ever…get this song stuck in my head?”
Ryan rolled his eyes. “No, become a drummer.”
“Oh. No, obviously not. You seriously think I’d be a cop if I coulda been a rock star?”
“Why not?”
Esposito shrugged. “Never had anyone else who wanted to start a band with me,” he said lightly. They sat in silence, both lost in thought, until:
“I play some guitar… I’m not amazing, but--"
Esposito smiled. “That’s cool, bro. Beckett keeps me too busy to even think of doing anything remotely resembling fun.”
Ryan snorted. “I know what you mean. That woman is a sadist. I mean, it’s not like SHE has a life! Why isn’t SHE on this road trip?! By the time we get there, get a hotel, stay the night, find the guy, ask him our questions, check out of the hotel, and get our asses back up here, our weekend will be totally shot.”
“Why?” Esposito asked, attempting to disguise the depth of his interest, “You got plans or something?”
(He didn't really care, he tried to convince himself. Ryan was free to do as he pleased...)
His partner shrugged, gazing out the windshield as other cars flew past. “Nothing I can’t reschedule. My sister wanted to go see…some movie…can’t remember now which one it was. Some rom-com or something.”
“Some what?”
“Rom-com? Romantic comedy?” Esposito nodded in understanding and Ryan sighed. “Geez, do you ever get out at all? Next you’re going to tell me that you’ve never heard ‘Heartbreak Warfare’, or that you don’t listen to One Republic.” Ryan reached for his Coke, sipping through his red-and-white striped straw.
“Never heard of either one.”
The Irish detective’s eyes widened and he accidentally snorted coke through his nose, groaning and clenching his eyes at the pain. His partner sat and laughed, paying more attention to Ryan than he was to the road.
“Knucklehead,” he murmured, handing his partner a paper towel from between the seats, a smile still playing on his lips.
( Next, Chapter 6 - "Chucklehead" )