He was clothed, he had calmed Kate slightly, and now he was returning to the hut with panic in his heart and no good explanation on his lips. At least he had clothes that fit, but that probably wasn't bound to help much when he got back to Alexis' room and had to go over the whole 'guess what, you have two mommies' thing ( Read more... )

Castle couldn't begin to explain the pull he'd experienced when he returned back to the island with Beckett beside him. For one, he really didn't think that a weekend back home was enough. He missed his mother, their colleagues, and even his poker games. He even missed his mother. Then, he had made something of a little life for himself on the ( Read more... )

Murder most foul slept for no man ( Read more... )

Ever since his arrival onto the terribly-strange island, Castle had been grateful for Beckett's presence, insanely appreciative of Alexis', and innately stubborn in his refusal to admit that he missed his mother. He could only imagine what sort of crazy state his house must be in back at home seeing as he wasn't there to supervise ( Read more... )

As far as Castle was concerned, the island still had a few curveballs that it could throw at him that really took him off his guard. He thought he had the majority down pat. He could wheedle clothes from the bin, he could fish like a real man now, and he could talk to fictional characters without starting to speak in an incomprehensible high- ( Read more... )