Okay, so I've been enjoying Castle. Nathan Fillion is perfect in the role and I like the way he plays off his costar, Stana somethingorother (Vanik?), and I like the relationship Castle has with his daughter, and yatta, yatta, yatta. Fun to watch, but it didn't grab me by the heart and squeeze, which is a nice change of pace for me and tv.
Until episode 5.
Dammit.
It was an okay ep, nothing stellar, until the tag.
Until, after Beckett tells Castle about how her mother was murdered and they never found who did it because the detective investigating the crime had already decided how it went down, so he didn't really need to investigate. Until Castle watches her as she tells him, the way she barely keeps from breaking down in front of him, but succeeds because she won't give him fodder to snipe at her and poke at her and get a rise out of her. Until he goes to one of her cop buddies and convinces him to give him the case file of Beckett's mom's murder, so that he can solve it for her and give her that closure.
Dammit.
Why am I such a sucker for that kind of simple, unflamboyant gesture? This just went from 0 to Mulder/Scully in less than a minute of screentime.