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Beckett didn't consider herself much of a drinker to begin with - except in social situations, or when the case called for her to blend in. Here, on the island, there wasn't much else to do after the sun had gone down, though she often found excuses to stay late, to linger in the IPD office after everyone else had gone, finishing up on files that still needed to be catalogued or adding a few more details to her patrol report. Sometimes Castle would stay with her, and sometimes she would send him on his way, promising to meet him later at home and stealing a discreet peck of a kiss when the office was at its emptiest.
Tonight was one of those nights. They'd shared dinner at her desk, he'd read her a few excerpts from the comic book and teased a few of his own from the latest Nikki Heat he was still continuing to work on, and then they'd parted ways for a little while, leaving her time to complete her work and him time for his. It was vaguely reminiscent of the times they'd used to say goodbye at the precinct, back home, but Beckett knew that when she came home tonight, she'd be curling into his arms, and it was that private thought that caused her to smile now, sitting at her desk, jotting a few notes down under her lone desk lamp.
A sound from behind had her whirling around defensively, reflexively reaching for the gun she'd stopped carrying at her belt a long time ago. Instead, her fingers were only met with her IPD badge before she lifted her hand to her chest, feeling her startled heartbeat fluttering under her skin.
"Sorry," she apologized to Gwen, wincing slightly. "I just didn't know anyone was still here."
Tonight was one of those nights. They'd shared dinner at her desk, he'd read her a few excerpts from the comic book and teased a few of his own from the latest Nikki Heat he was still continuing to work on, and then they'd parted ways for a little while, leaving her time to complete her work and him time for his. It was vaguely reminiscent of the times they'd used to say goodbye at the precinct, back home, but Beckett knew that when she came home tonight, she'd be curling into his arms, and it was that private thought that caused her to smile now, sitting at her desk, jotting a few notes down under her lone desk lamp.
A sound from behind had her whirling around defensively, reflexively reaching for the gun she'd stopped carrying at her belt a long time ago. Instead, her fingers were only met with her IPD badge before she lifted her hand to her chest, feeling her startled heartbeat fluttering under her skin.
"Sorry," she apologized to Gwen, wincing slightly. "I just didn't know anyone was still here."