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[needthepractice]

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

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[ffyddlon]

"Late patrol. Thought I'd actually stumbled onto something for once," Gwen says, a gleam in her eye. She slumps into one of the chairs, though, and she's wearing a wry smirk. "Turns out it's just a kleptomaniac monkey, not an actual thief. I'd give anything to have a real case to sink my teeth into, even something mundane. What about you?"

[needthepractice]

"I always wondered who got stuck with those," Beckett replied, grinning slowly. She relaxed her posture, leaning back into her chair, though her fingertips still absently stroked over her badge, an unconscious reflex.

"I hate to say it, but I'll take any aspect of police work right now." She glanced to the small pile next to her, making a visible face. "Even the paperwork."

[ffyddlon]

"Yes, give me traffic forms at this point," Gwen agrees. "Maybe, if we're lucky, we can catch a bar fight in progress and break it up."

That requires them to actually go to a bar but there's at least two on the island and Gwen tilts her head, smirk on her lips.

"Want to go to the Hub, see if we can find trouble?"

[needthepractice]

"Well - " Beckett looked at the pile in front of her, and then back to Gwen. While she'd told Castle she was going to take the next hour or two to finish up on work, she hadn't exactly specified how she would be working. A purse of her lips and a sly twinkle in her gaze were probably the only confirmation Gwen needed, but she still gave the verbal answer just in case.

"Why not?"