Fic: Castle/DiNozzo, fic request
So I've finished it, a little later than I'd have liked, but its finished nonetheless. ;)
Title: Boys Just Want to Have Fun
Fandom: Crossover, Castle/NCIS
Prompt: Written for badcobear a fic request meme "NCIS/Castle crossover, Castle/Tony" and as a belated birthday gift.
Word Count: 2,527 words
Rating: T
Summary: Castle finds somebody sitting in his chair at the NYPD. General.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Not mine! Not written for profit. Not my characters, okay?
A/N: Not betaed! Told you it would go over a small drabble, its not exactly how I had picture it taking place, but the funny stuff seems to be if its shorter, and it just did not want to be written like that. Hope you like it anyway ;)
Crossposted to: castle_fic , tonydinozzo , nciscrossovers
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“It was a morning like any other morning, when the devilishly handsome Richard Castle sauntered his way into the New York Police Department; fondly called his current place of work, only second to his own comforting home, when his mother was not in the building of course. The day was a sunny and apparently mood altering day, with smiling faces seen all around the streets of NY. Even the murder rate had slowed somewhat, happy people equaled less murder, who knew?” Castle rattled off to nobody in particular, as he breezed past the lobby. He paused, mid stride when he noticed that his chair -yes, his chair- was occupied, and by someone he had never laid his eyes on before today. Sitting in the chair was a lightly built male, more athletic looking than a body builder. Castle couldn’t see the man’s face clearly from this angle, but his brown hair was cut back recently and styled without a doubt, every hair likely to have been placed in a careful maneuver and the guy had a certain ‘air’ about him, as he flicked through what looked to be a magazine.
“Interesting”, Castle uttered as he tilted his head still examining the other man.
“What is?” Esposito queried as he settle into his desk closest to the door with a fresh mug of coffee.
“That someone is in my chair…and that someone is a ‘he’. Am I being replaced? Beckett’s got a new boy toy that I didn’t know about?” he grinned hoping for dirt.
“Nope, that’s some guy who’s going to work with us about that ‘accidental’ murder case.” Ryan piped up plucking a pastry off Esposito’s plate, before holding it out of the other man’s reach and biting into it victoriously.
All three stared at the man’s back, before turning their backs towards the stranger and huddling by each other, at Esposito and Ryan’s desk. “So, why is he in MY seat?” “Don’t know, saw Beckett gesture him to sit there half an hour ago.” “As if you were even here that early, Esposito!” “Hey, I can be early to work you know!” “When the weather is this nice, nuh-uh…” “Boys, boys! The matter at hand is…who is he?”
“Have no idea,” Ryan and Esposito simultaneously replied.
Castle rolled his eyes. “Some great detectives you guys are. Looks like a bit of old fashioned Castle is needed here…”
“That it is. Been wondering when you’d grace us with your presence, seeing as we aren’t on a particularly interesting case. Come on; leave the boys alone, they have work to do, which, funnily enough, so do you today.” Detective Kate Beckett raised an eyebrow, “One word.”
Castle looked a little apprehensive “Paper work?”
Beckett shook her head.
“Coffee runs?” he grimaced.
“You were the one that got us the amazing coffee machine; you know we don’t need to do ‘runs’ anymore.”
“Breakfast?” Castle asked hopefully, “Gun cleaning? Store room cleaning? Oh PLEASE do not say store room cleaning! There are people for that you know!”
Beckett looked slightly amused, “I did say one word you know, Castle.”
Castle looked to the boys for help, and seeing none sighed, “What is it then?”
“Babysitting,” she replied.
Somewhere in the distance Castle heard snorts of laughter; actually, it wasn’t the distance, it was below him and to his left. He clipped the heads of both Ryan and Esposito. “Hey!” “That hurt man!”
Now it was Beckett’s turn to roll her eyes, as she pulled on Castle’s arm to try and get him to move towards her desk. “Wait,” he motioned for her to stop, “Who’s that guy over there? The cop.” He nodded towards the desk, “Is he a new transfer for the team?”
Beckett looked confused for a moment, “Which new cop? I haven’t heard of any transfers.”
Castle sighed dramatically and pointed “That guy! Sitting in MY chair…what cop department is he from?”
Beckett laughed, “Firstly, that is my chair still, remember? And secondly, he isn’t a cop…he’s”
“He is a cop! You can so tell, look at the ease with which he sits in the middle of a police department without getting all fidgety and nervous, seeing uniforms pass him by every so often, the way he can’t stop his eyes from examining everything in his surroundings -that magazine is probably a ploy- he isn’t really concentrating on it, it’s probably also one he’s read a hundred times, so if someone asks him something about it he can truthfully answer the question. He screams police officer aka COP!” Castle interrupted.
Beckett shook her head at him, “No, Castle he isn’t a cop. I’ve spoken to him and seen his credentials. He’s…”
“FBI? C’mon, you’re going to tell me, that that Armani suited pretty boy is FBI? No way! He can’t be Homeland either they don’t waste time sitting around; they’d crash every meeting you had. Hm…now, it can’t be Army or JAG he’d be in uniform, SEALs is definitely not even an option. So that goes back to…wait! CIA? Because certainly they wouldn’t need to look like anything in particular, this fella could pull that off. So I’m right, yes? He’s with the CIA!” Castle smiled knowingly.
“No! Now, be quiet a second would you?” Beckett glared at Castle.
“As I was trying to say, he’s not a cop, he’s with NCIS. Which before you ask stands for Naval Criminal Investigative Service, and he’s your assignment. He’s here, to identify the body of Mark Logdan who they had been out with an arrest warrant for, before our murderer Bryce Sherraton killed him by accident along with his target, his wife, Annabel, using his car late last night. NCIS just want to make sure that the guy is definitely dead, and there was no one else involved with this guy’s death. He” she pointed over her shoulder at the man sitting down, “said that he wasn’t going to try and interfere unless we wanted an extra hand. I told him I’ll get you to show him around and get him comfortable for today, and maybe show him a good place to sleep tonight if we don’t finish wrapping this up early enough. So, that’s your assignment, come on I’ll introduce you.”
When Castle approached the other man stood and nodded to Beckett, also releasing a whopper of a smile.
“Kate, I assume this fine gentleman right here is the guy you were calling my ‘babysitter’.” He laughed. “I’m sure he has better things to do, than hang out with little old me, I promise I’ll just sit in the break room or where ever I’m out of the way, you won’t hear a peep from me.” He smiled again at her.
Beckett smiled back, “No, its fine, he doesn’t really do anything productive around here anyway.” she said glancing sideways at Castle, who pulled a shocked face.
“Tony, meet New York’s bestselling author Richard Castle, Castle this is Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo from NCIS Washington DC.” Beckett introduced.
The two men sized each other up and shook hands, smiling.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, now, I can say I’ve personally met two of the top rating East Coast Crime authors! If you’d sign something for me before I leave it would be much appreciated, if only I use it to rub in my partner’s face and tell him how unimpressive he is compared to your charms. And boy, I can tell you have charms. Somewhat paling in the presence of mine, but you have them, compared to McGeek -that’s my team mate.” Agent DiNozzo said still smiling.
Castle seemed a bit taken back by the praise if only for a moment, “Ah a fan is he? Well there’s plenty of me to go around. Glad I can help you settle in today. And yes, you might have me in the charm stakes, as I can tell by the way that you’ve already managed to get Detective Beckett here to allow you to call her by her first name in only the first hour. But I have many contacts in my fame. Good, the bad and the ugly, actually more the bad.” Castle laughed. “You can call me ‘Rick’, Agent DiNozzo.” He smiled pleasantly at the other man.
“Please! Call me ‘Tony’ Rick; I’m not some boring Fed dude needing all the official titles. Maybe, we could get a coffee and get out of the way of the lovely Kate here? I’m sure she has plenty of work to be getting on with, we can always check in later.” Tony rolled up his magazine (which Castle now saw was a Men’s magazine) and put it into his coat pocket.
“Sure,” Rick said leading the way to the break room, “So NCIS huh? Bit out of the usual? How did you get to that? They fish you out of the water?” he grinned.
Tony laughed, “Actually, you could say that, fell into a sewer, not the best place for fishing, but still.”
Rick relaxed a little, seeming to sense something in Tony that reminded him of himself.
“We’re just behind this door here,” he said opening the break room’s door. “Do you like movies?”
“Ha! I love them! Why?” Tony asked grinning.
“Well…I have the latest copy of Femme Fatales here if you wanted to look at it…” Rick said, taking a folded magazine from his jacket.
Tony’s face lit up in a wide grin, “Lead on dear friend! Lead on!”
Rick grinned and headed into the room and started the coffees, “Cappuccino? Espresso? Name your poison!” he asked Tony.
“Whichever you’re having, I’m not fussed, and I somehow doubt you have anything as tar black as my boss likes to drink.” He shuddered. “So, any of them are perfect thanks!”
“So back to what I was asking you earlier, how did you really come to NCIS?”
Tony looked up from the magazine, and put his hands behind his head and leant back into the chair. “Well, I had been a cop in a few states for awhile, and then I was in Baltimore when we had to share a case with NCIS. My current boss seemed a bit angry, which I now know is his usual expression when working a case involving children, but I wanted to help him before he had a heart attack or something! So I told him a few jokes, tried to be the one assigned near him most of the time, smiled a lot. And when we’d finished the case he smiled back for like a millisecond and threw me for a mile the next day, with a phone call asking if I’d be interested in going to work for him at a better facility called NCIS. The rest, as they say is history!” he spread his arms wide.
Rick brought over two espresso’s and placed one in front of Tony, who was back looking at the magazine.
“Page 12 is particularly…how shall I put it…inspirational?” Rick sipped at his drink.
Tony turned to the page, and smirked, “Oh, yes. I’d say its inspirational. I bet McGee could never get a girl to wear that!” he chuckled.
“So what’s with this ‘McGee’? You mentioned him before, he likes reading?” Rick asked.
Tony took a sip from his mug, “He’s actually the other famous writer I mentioned, he uses an alias Thom E. Gemcity, so no one talks to him in his usual outings. He writes The Deep Six novels? But he isn’t too showy with his money. A car and a few suits are all. I think he needs to go to more of his launches and appearances but apparently, that is isn’t too much of his thing…” Tony rolled his eyes.
Rick looked impressed, “He’s the guy who writes Deep Six is he now? Hm, a bit classic, but a couple have a few unrealistic twists and turns…seems like he doesn’t know which way to go. But he has potential. I on the other hand love to attend my parties and functions; you know it’s an incredible number of very attractive females actually go to those literary events? And it would be an utmost shame to waste them.” He lamented.
“I absolutely agree with you Rick. I think McGee needs to take a few famous author lessons from you! The number of girls, he has no doubt wasted…” Tony sighed dramatically.
“Oh, the poor girls! If you’re still here tomorrow night, I have a Saturday club thing on that will have plenty of high jinxes that we could get up to, I’m sure!” Rick’s eyes twinkled mischievously.
Tony nodded enthusiastically at the idea. “If there’s amazing ladies there, I’m there!”
Rick smiled, “Oh there’ll be beautiful women there alright! I can’t get through half of the events unless there’s some great company, if you know what I mean.” he winked.
“Excellent! I haven’t had a night out in a few weeks now, been running hard on this case, its sheer dumb luck that we found him in your neighborhood. And a night out in NY just the thing! Hopefully it will be Saturday Night Fever to remember…” Tony sighed happily, taking a sip of his drink.
“Hm, or more of a, we were attracted to each other at the party, that was obvious! You're on your own for the night, that's also obvious... we're two adults, thing.” Rick suggested.
“Fatal Attraction! Yes! Except for the whole ending just the one night of great sex please.” Tony grinned at Rick.
“You’re asking me? I’m sorry but I tend to go for, well, more of a busty look.” Rick joked pointing to the open magazine.
They ended up flicking through the magazine whilst they talked and found out that they had a lot in common, except for the daughter Tony repeatedly assured Rick. They were having so much of a blast that they didn’t notice when Beckett came into the room; she cleared her throat waiting for them to stop laughing at Rick’s story of an ex-girlfriend.
“Guys, it seems you have hit it off.” she declared.
Tony and Rick looked at each other and grinned. “That we have! Jealous?” Rick smirked.
“Hardly, now, you guys seem to have forgotten that you were meant to be in the morgue to identify the body...oh what, 3 hours ago?” she glared at them both.
The men exchanged a caught out look, and cringed, both muttering “Oops.”
“So you’ll go now? Lanie has wanted to leave early today for the past week. Which you might not care about right now, Castle, but she’s sure to make you care.”
Rick hastily stood up, and pulled Tony towards the door behind him, “Yes! Yes! We’re going! We are going!”
“God, I hope having you here will help sweet talk her, Tony, she does not seem the type you want to cross…” Beckett could hear Castle as they hurried down to the lifts.
Beckett saw that they had left a magazine opened on the table, and went to pick it up, and flicked through it commenting to herself, “Boys will be boys…” she shook her head and pocketed the magazine.
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Feedback very much appreciated and welcomed. :)
Title: Boys Just Want to Have Fun
Fandom: Crossover, Castle/NCIS
Prompt: Written for badcobear a fic request meme "NCIS/Castle crossover, Castle/Tony" and as a belated birthday gift.
Word Count: 2,527 words
Rating: T
Summary: Castle finds somebody sitting in his chair at the NYPD. General.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Not mine! Not written for profit. Not my characters, okay?
A/N: Not betaed! Told you it would go over a small drabble, its not exactly how I had picture it taking place, but the funny stuff seems to be if its shorter, and it just did not want to be written like that. Hope you like it anyway ;)
Crossposted to: castle_fic , tonydinozzo , nciscrossovers
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“It was a morning like any other morning, when the devilishly handsome Richard Castle sauntered his way into the New York Police Department; fondly called his current place of work, only second to his own comforting home, when his mother was not in the building of course. The day was a sunny and apparently mood altering day, with smiling faces seen all around the streets of NY. Even the murder rate had slowed somewhat, happy people equaled less murder, who knew?” Castle rattled off to nobody in particular, as he breezed past the lobby. He paused, mid stride when he noticed that his chair -yes, his chair- was occupied, and by someone he had never laid his eyes on before today. Sitting in the chair was a lightly built male, more athletic looking than a body builder. Castle couldn’t see the man’s face clearly from this angle, but his brown hair was cut back recently and styled without a doubt, every hair likely to have been placed in a careful maneuver and the guy had a certain ‘air’ about him, as he flicked through what looked to be a magazine.
“Interesting”, Castle uttered as he tilted his head still examining the other man.
“What is?” Esposito queried as he settle into his desk closest to the door with a fresh mug of coffee.
“That someone is in my chair…and that someone is a ‘he’. Am I being replaced? Beckett’s got a new boy toy that I didn’t know about?” he grinned hoping for dirt.
“Nope, that’s some guy who’s going to work with us about that ‘accidental’ murder case.” Ryan piped up plucking a pastry off Esposito’s plate, before holding it out of the other man’s reach and biting into it victoriously.
All three stared at the man’s back, before turning their backs towards the stranger and huddling by each other, at Esposito and Ryan’s desk. “So, why is he in MY seat?” “Don’t know, saw Beckett gesture him to sit there half an hour ago.” “As if you were even here that early, Esposito!” “Hey, I can be early to work you know!” “When the weather is this nice, nuh-uh…” “Boys, boys! The matter at hand is…who is he?”
“Have no idea,” Ryan and Esposito simultaneously replied.
Castle rolled his eyes. “Some great detectives you guys are. Looks like a bit of old fashioned Castle is needed here…”
“That it is. Been wondering when you’d grace us with your presence, seeing as we aren’t on a particularly interesting case. Come on; leave the boys alone, they have work to do, which, funnily enough, so do you today.” Detective Kate Beckett raised an eyebrow, “One word.”
Castle looked a little apprehensive “Paper work?”
Beckett shook her head.
“Coffee runs?” he grimaced.
“You were the one that got us the amazing coffee machine; you know we don’t need to do ‘runs’ anymore.”
“Breakfast?” Castle asked hopefully, “Gun cleaning? Store room cleaning? Oh PLEASE do not say store room cleaning! There are people for that you know!”
Beckett looked slightly amused, “I did say one word you know, Castle.”
Castle looked to the boys for help, and seeing none sighed, “What is it then?”
“Babysitting,” she replied.
Somewhere in the distance Castle heard snorts of laughter; actually, it wasn’t the distance, it was below him and to his left. He clipped the heads of both Ryan and Esposito. “Hey!” “That hurt man!”
Now it was Beckett’s turn to roll her eyes, as she pulled on Castle’s arm to try and get him to move towards her desk. “Wait,” he motioned for her to stop, “Who’s that guy over there? The cop.” He nodded towards the desk, “Is he a new transfer for the team?”
Beckett looked confused for a moment, “Which new cop? I haven’t heard of any transfers.”
Castle sighed dramatically and pointed “That guy! Sitting in MY chair…what cop department is he from?”
Beckett laughed, “Firstly, that is my chair still, remember? And secondly, he isn’t a cop…he’s”
“He is a cop! You can so tell, look at the ease with which he sits in the middle of a police department without getting all fidgety and nervous, seeing uniforms pass him by every so often, the way he can’t stop his eyes from examining everything in his surroundings -that magazine is probably a ploy- he isn’t really concentrating on it, it’s probably also one he’s read a hundred times, so if someone asks him something about it he can truthfully answer the question. He screams police officer aka COP!” Castle interrupted.
Beckett shook her head at him, “No, Castle he isn’t a cop. I’ve spoken to him and seen his credentials. He’s…”
“FBI? C’mon, you’re going to tell me, that that Armani suited pretty boy is FBI? No way! He can’t be Homeland either they don’t waste time sitting around; they’d crash every meeting you had. Hm…now, it can’t be Army or JAG he’d be in uniform, SEALs is definitely not even an option. So that goes back to…wait! CIA? Because certainly they wouldn’t need to look like anything in particular, this fella could pull that off. So I’m right, yes? He’s with the CIA!” Castle smiled knowingly.
“No! Now, be quiet a second would you?” Beckett glared at Castle.
“As I was trying to say, he’s not a cop, he’s with NCIS. Which before you ask stands for Naval Criminal Investigative Service, and he’s your assignment. He’s here, to identify the body of Mark Logdan who they had been out with an arrest warrant for, before our murderer Bryce Sherraton killed him by accident along with his target, his wife, Annabel, using his car late last night. NCIS just want to make sure that the guy is definitely dead, and there was no one else involved with this guy’s death. He” she pointed over her shoulder at the man sitting down, “said that he wasn’t going to try and interfere unless we wanted an extra hand. I told him I’ll get you to show him around and get him comfortable for today, and maybe show him a good place to sleep tonight if we don’t finish wrapping this up early enough. So, that’s your assignment, come on I’ll introduce you.”
When Castle approached the other man stood and nodded to Beckett, also releasing a whopper of a smile.
“Kate, I assume this fine gentleman right here is the guy you were calling my ‘babysitter’.” He laughed. “I’m sure he has better things to do, than hang out with little old me, I promise I’ll just sit in the break room or where ever I’m out of the way, you won’t hear a peep from me.” He smiled again at her.
Beckett smiled back, “No, its fine, he doesn’t really do anything productive around here anyway.” she said glancing sideways at Castle, who pulled a shocked face.
“Tony, meet New York’s bestselling author Richard Castle, Castle this is Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo from NCIS Washington DC.” Beckett introduced.
The two men sized each other up and shook hands, smiling.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, now, I can say I’ve personally met two of the top rating East Coast Crime authors! If you’d sign something for me before I leave it would be much appreciated, if only I use it to rub in my partner’s face and tell him how unimpressive he is compared to your charms. And boy, I can tell you have charms. Somewhat paling in the presence of mine, but you have them, compared to McGeek -that’s my team mate.” Agent DiNozzo said still smiling.
Castle seemed a bit taken back by the praise if only for a moment, “Ah a fan is he? Well there’s plenty of me to go around. Glad I can help you settle in today. And yes, you might have me in the charm stakes, as I can tell by the way that you’ve already managed to get Detective Beckett here to allow you to call her by her first name in only the first hour. But I have many contacts in my fame. Good, the bad and the ugly, actually more the bad.” Castle laughed. “You can call me ‘Rick’, Agent DiNozzo.” He smiled pleasantly at the other man.
“Please! Call me ‘Tony’ Rick; I’m not some boring Fed dude needing all the official titles. Maybe, we could get a coffee and get out of the way of the lovely Kate here? I’m sure she has plenty of work to be getting on with, we can always check in later.” Tony rolled up his magazine (which Castle now saw was a Men’s magazine) and put it into his coat pocket.
“Sure,” Rick said leading the way to the break room, “So NCIS huh? Bit out of the usual? How did you get to that? They fish you out of the water?” he grinned.
Tony laughed, “Actually, you could say that, fell into a sewer, not the best place for fishing, but still.”
Rick relaxed a little, seeming to sense something in Tony that reminded him of himself.
“We’re just behind this door here,” he said opening the break room’s door. “Do you like movies?”
“Ha! I love them! Why?” Tony asked grinning.
“Well…I have the latest copy of Femme Fatales here if you wanted to look at it…” Rick said, taking a folded magazine from his jacket.
Tony’s face lit up in a wide grin, “Lead on dear friend! Lead on!”
Rick grinned and headed into the room and started the coffees, “Cappuccino? Espresso? Name your poison!” he asked Tony.
“Whichever you’re having, I’m not fussed, and I somehow doubt you have anything as tar black as my boss likes to drink.” He shuddered. “So, any of them are perfect thanks!”
“So back to what I was asking you earlier, how did you really come to NCIS?”
Tony looked up from the magazine, and put his hands behind his head and leant back into the chair. “Well, I had been a cop in a few states for awhile, and then I was in Baltimore when we had to share a case with NCIS. My current boss seemed a bit angry, which I now know is his usual expression when working a case involving children, but I wanted to help him before he had a heart attack or something! So I told him a few jokes, tried to be the one assigned near him most of the time, smiled a lot. And when we’d finished the case he smiled back for like a millisecond and threw me for a mile the next day, with a phone call asking if I’d be interested in going to work for him at a better facility called NCIS. The rest, as they say is history!” he spread his arms wide.
Rick brought over two espresso’s and placed one in front of Tony, who was back looking at the magazine.
“Page 12 is particularly…how shall I put it…inspirational?” Rick sipped at his drink.
Tony turned to the page, and smirked, “Oh, yes. I’d say its inspirational. I bet McGee could never get a girl to wear that!” he chuckled.
“So what’s with this ‘McGee’? You mentioned him before, he likes reading?” Rick asked.
Tony took a sip from his mug, “He’s actually the other famous writer I mentioned, he uses an alias Thom E. Gemcity, so no one talks to him in his usual outings. He writes The Deep Six novels? But he isn’t too showy with his money. A car and a few suits are all. I think he needs to go to more of his launches and appearances but apparently, that is isn’t too much of his thing…” Tony rolled his eyes.
Rick looked impressed, “He’s the guy who writes Deep Six is he now? Hm, a bit classic, but a couple have a few unrealistic twists and turns…seems like he doesn’t know which way to go. But he has potential. I on the other hand love to attend my parties and functions; you know it’s an incredible number of very attractive females actually go to those literary events? And it would be an utmost shame to waste them.” He lamented.
“I absolutely agree with you Rick. I think McGee needs to take a few famous author lessons from you! The number of girls, he has no doubt wasted…” Tony sighed dramatically.
“Oh, the poor girls! If you’re still here tomorrow night, I have a Saturday club thing on that will have plenty of high jinxes that we could get up to, I’m sure!” Rick’s eyes twinkled mischievously.
Tony nodded enthusiastically at the idea. “If there’s amazing ladies there, I’m there!”
Rick smiled, “Oh there’ll be beautiful women there alright! I can’t get through half of the events unless there’s some great company, if you know what I mean.” he winked.
“Excellent! I haven’t had a night out in a few weeks now, been running hard on this case, its sheer dumb luck that we found him in your neighborhood. And a night out in NY just the thing! Hopefully it will be Saturday Night Fever to remember…” Tony sighed happily, taking a sip of his drink.
“Hm, or more of a, we were attracted to each other at the party, that was obvious! You're on your own for the night, that's also obvious... we're two adults, thing.” Rick suggested.
“Fatal Attraction! Yes! Except for the whole ending just the one night of great sex please.” Tony grinned at Rick.
“You’re asking me? I’m sorry but I tend to go for, well, more of a busty look.” Rick joked pointing to the open magazine.
They ended up flicking through the magazine whilst they talked and found out that they had a lot in common, except for the daughter Tony repeatedly assured Rick. They were having so much of a blast that they didn’t notice when Beckett came into the room; she cleared her throat waiting for them to stop laughing at Rick’s story of an ex-girlfriend.
“Guys, it seems you have hit it off.” she declared.
Tony and Rick looked at each other and grinned. “That we have! Jealous?” Rick smirked.
“Hardly, now, you guys seem to have forgotten that you were meant to be in the morgue to identify the body...oh what, 3 hours ago?” she glared at them both.
The men exchanged a caught out look, and cringed, both muttering “Oops.”
“So you’ll go now? Lanie has wanted to leave early today for the past week. Which you might not care about right now, Castle, but she’s sure to make you care.”
Rick hastily stood up, and pulled Tony towards the door behind him, “Yes! Yes! We’re going! We are going!”
“God, I hope having you here will help sweet talk her, Tony, she does not seem the type you want to cross…” Beckett could hear Castle as they hurried down to the lifts.
Beckett saw that they had left a magazine opened on the table, and went to pick it up, and flicked through it commenting to herself, “Boys will be boys…” she shook her head and pocketed the magazine.
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