Diane, I'm holding in my hand a small box of chocolate bunnies.
Last evening's Psych was amazing. Log Lady! Body in a bag! Chocolate bunny! Fantastic nod to Twin Peaks, just fantastic.
Jurisdiction
Day 2 on my advent calendar.
Dennis, It’s Always Sunny in Philadephia, Castle, White Collar
Charlie/Waitress fic where they run into Castle and Neal when they drive to NY to elope, "limeric"
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!” the man yelled as he jogged towards towards him. “Just whoa! This is a crime scene.”
“How can this be a crime scene, it’s a bridge?” Charlie yelled out of the open window of his shitbox Scirocco and glanced smugly at the woman in the passenger seat, as though to ask, ‘Right?! This is crazy!’
“People can die on bridges, sir,” said the younger man pulling hastily up the rear. He glanced at Charlie and then turned his attention to the other man. “And just for the record, before my friend over there gets to you, this is officially a Bureau case.”
“Uh, or this is an NYPD case, we’re the ones-”
The younger man tugged at the cuffs of his crisp, white shirt, “We’re the ones, Castle, yeah, I know your name and I know what you’re about and Agent Burke over there-”
“Down boys,” a female voice came from across the pavement. “Castle, Caffrey, we’re going to all play nice on this one!” Her head disappeared around the sheet that was covering the body after she was sure she had effectively silenced them.
“Go write me something, you hack,” Caffrey said under his breath, eyes focused on the skyline.
“Want me to write you something? Okay, how about ‘there once was a fake from the F.B.I., he stole paintings just to get by, he went legit, because it was time that he quit, he couldn’t-”
“Hey, wait, F.B.I., like real police?” Charlie interjected, excitedly. “Like NYPD Blue? God, I loved that show, oh man, yeah, you’ve gotta get a picture of me with them!” As he unbuckled his seat belt, he pulled his cell phone from his pocket, shoving it at the woman in the passenger seat. “You gotta!”
The woman rolled her eyes firmly, as though she’d practiced it thousands of times older. “Listen Charlie, we’re just doing this I can stay in the country and you get the one kiss as man and wife, one, but I refuse to sight see with you.”
“Uhhhh well, you gotta if you want this fake marriage thing,” he deadpanned.
“I hate you Charlie,” the woman said and stepped from the car, as the other men watched on in confusion and amusement.
Ambling over towards the median so that both the skyline and the body and cruisers would be in the background, he tossed out a sardonic, “Not my fault you’re Canadian.”
The two not-actual-law-enforcement-men watched a scene that they really should be stopping.
“Gonna finish that limerick?” Neal asked.
“Rather not,” Castle responded, and they made their way back to their respective ‘keepers’.
Big changes for me. Big. I'm going to try and cut a large portion of carbs and gluten out of my diet. "...not that big!" you say? Okay, but do you have any idea how much I like bread!? Along with the carbs and gluten, goes the beer (obviously) but I'm hoping to kick the drink all together for a bit. I'll be doing something in the near future that will require me to have a flat tummy and thus, all of these things have got to go.
Expect me to be in the worst mood I've ever been in for the next few weeks.
Jurisdiction
Day 2 on my advent calendar.
Dennis, It’s Always Sunny in Philadephia, Castle, White Collar
Charlie/Waitress fic where they run into Castle and Neal when they drive to NY to elope, "limeric"
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!” the man yelled as he jogged towards towards him. “Just whoa! This is a crime scene.”
“How can this be a crime scene, it’s a bridge?” Charlie yelled out of the open window of his shitbox Scirocco and glanced smugly at the woman in the passenger seat, as though to ask, ‘Right?! This is crazy!’
“People can die on bridges, sir,” said the younger man pulling hastily up the rear. He glanced at Charlie and then turned his attention to the other man. “And just for the record, before my friend over there gets to you, this is officially a Bureau case.”
“Uh, or this is an NYPD case, we’re the ones-”
The younger man tugged at the cuffs of his crisp, white shirt, “We’re the ones, Castle, yeah, I know your name and I know what you’re about and Agent Burke over there-”
“Down boys,” a female voice came from across the pavement. “Castle, Caffrey, we’re going to all play nice on this one!” Her head disappeared around the sheet that was covering the body after she was sure she had effectively silenced them.
“Go write me something, you hack,” Caffrey said under his breath, eyes focused on the skyline.
“Want me to write you something? Okay, how about ‘there once was a fake from the F.B.I., he stole paintings just to get by, he went legit, because it was time that he quit, he couldn’t-”
“Hey, wait, F.B.I., like real police?” Charlie interjected, excitedly. “Like NYPD Blue? God, I loved that show, oh man, yeah, you’ve gotta get a picture of me with them!” As he unbuckled his seat belt, he pulled his cell phone from his pocket, shoving it at the woman in the passenger seat. “You gotta!”
The woman rolled her eyes firmly, as though she’d practiced it thousands of times older. “Listen Charlie, we’re just doing this I can stay in the country and you get the one kiss as man and wife, one, but I refuse to sight see with you.”
“Uhhhh well, you gotta if you want this fake marriage thing,” he deadpanned.
“I hate you Charlie,” the woman said and stepped from the car, as the other men watched on in confusion and amusement.
Ambling over towards the median so that both the skyline and the body and cruisers would be in the background, he tossed out a sardonic, “Not my fault you’re Canadian.”
The two not-actual-law-enforcement-men watched a scene that they really should be stopping.
“Gonna finish that limerick?” Neal asked.
“Rather not,” Castle responded, and they made their way back to their respective ‘keepers’.
Big changes for me. Big. I'm going to try and cut a large portion of carbs and gluten out of my diet. "...not that big!" you say? Okay, but do you have any idea how much I like bread!? Along with the carbs and gluten, goes the beer (obviously) but I'm hoping to kick the drink all together for a bit. I'll be doing something in the near future that will require me to have a flat tummy and thus, all of these things have got to go.
Expect me to be in the worst mood I've ever been in for the next few weeks.