Beckett needs to process. It's been a long week. Nothing she can't handle, but being a homicide detective doesn't typically lend itself to a quiet holiday ( Read more... )

After everything Beckett's been through in the last week (government conspiracies, reports of alien life, Castle whistling an all-too familiar theme to a certain television show), it's no wonder that she has extraterrestrial - whatever on the brain.

(Not to mention that she's pretty sure she actually did see the fictional agents walking around ( Read more... )

[ OOM: I know the feeling. ]

[ timed to Castle 3x06 ]

 Jack comes into the bar from his room, and instantly notices that certain parts of his anatomy feel a little more...free than usual.  He looks down, taking in the puffy white shirt, grey socks, shiny black shoes and...camouflage?  For a moment he just stands there, stunned, before he realizes just what day it is.

Really, he should have expected ( Read more... )

 Jack and Carl have been outside doing some practice at the firing range.  Well, part practice, part competition; might as well make it interesting by trying to outdo each other when it comes to accuracy.

It's fairly cold outside, and so by the time they come back into the bar they're both looking forward to something warming, and they're probably ( Read more... )

 When Jack comes down to the bar tonight, a little something extra appears with his customary cup of coffee: a large cupcake ( Read more... )

Reese is, understandably, much more adjusted to the bar than the last time she was here.

Though that might have something to do with the current lack of blue people - or people of any other color of the rainbow.

Which suits her just fine, because she hasn't had her morning cup of coffee yet. You can talk to her once she gets it.

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Beckett is absolutely not smiling on her way into the Bar tonight.

(Except for the part where she sort of is.)

It doesn't have anything to do with the fact that she's just successfully put the finishing touches on wrapping up the counterfeiting case (and whether or not she figured it out before Castle, she'll never tell) or the recent advertising ( Read more... )

[OOM: It's the season of scars and of wounds in the heart
Of feeling the full weight of our burdens
It's the season of bowing our heads in the wind
And knowing we are not alone in fear
Not alone in the dark]

The door opens, and Jack walks in with a blast of cold air at his back.  He'll look a little different to anyone who knows him; his hair a little ( Read more... )

Chuck's in the kitchen! Baking pies ( Read more... )