LOVE that list of word prompts. "Concilliabule" please? :-)
Concilliabule - A
secret meeting of people who are hatching a plot.
“Ryan!” Esposito whisper-yelled
to his partner as he passed by the break room. The Irish man was either
ignoring him or didn’t hear too well because he just walked on past. That didn’t
deter the detective, who reached out and grabbed his friend’s collar. Ryan let
out a yelp as he practically toppled into the room.
By the time he had himself
straightened up, Espo had already shut and locked the door, and closed the
blinds. Ryan glared at him. “Dude, what the—“
“Sh,” Javi hissed, pressing one
finger to his own lips and giving the shorter man a glare that was twice as
fierce. “They’ll hear you.”
“Who will?” Ryan practically
shouted and Epsosito’s glare became deadly. “Sorry,” he whispered. “Who’ll hear
“Mom and Dad,” he hissed, pulling
down on the blinds to glance through. Castle and Beckett were sitting at her
desk, decidedly not talking or even
looking at each other. Castle was frowning at his cell phone as he played Angry
Birds and Kate was half-heartedly studying the murder board, where their latest
case was hung up. “Something’s changed between them,” he added. “And whatever
it is caused that.”
“What?” Ryan asked. “They’re just
“No, bro,” Esposito practically
growled. “They’re not ‘just sitting’; they’re be silent. They ain’t even doing
that theorizing BS they’re so good at.”
“So?” Ryan asked. “We don’t have
much to go on.”
“How long have we known Castle?”
Esposito asked. “And how long does it usually take for him to start spouting
one of his crazy theories, whether or not we have any evidence to go on?”
Ryan thought hard about it for a
second, before his eyes widened. “Whoa,” he breathed, “actually, I think this
may be the longest Castle has gone without speaking the four years since we’ve
“Exactly,” Espo sighed. “Which
means something is seriously wrong with those two. But what?”
“Hell if I know,” Ryan said,
making his way to the coffee machine. “Cappuccino?”
“Sure,” the man said
dismissively. “But we gotta do something about this, bro.”
“Like what?” Ryan asked, pressing
buttons and pulling levers on the complicated coffee maker.
“I dunno,” Javi sighed. “Something
to finally get them together, maybe? Get their heads out of their asses and
realize how perfect they are for each other.”
“And how,” Ryan said, “do you
suppose we accomplish that?”
“Lock them in a room together and
let them figure it out for themselves?”
“Very funny,” Ryan snorted as the
cups filled with the rich, steaming liquid. Espo didn’t reply and when Ryan
turned around, he had a serious expression on his face.
“Javi,” Ryan groaned, “you can’t
really be considering…”
“It’s the only plan I’ve got, bro,”
Espo said, “and if those two knuckleheads can’t figure it out for themselves…well,
it might be the only thing that’ll work to get them together. Finally.”
“Or they’ll kill each other,”
Ryan pointed out.
“Either way,” Espo sighed,
turning back to look at the pair, “something’s gotta give.”
“Yo, Castle!” Esposito called
from Interrogation Room 1. “Beckett! Can y’all come here for a minute? I gotta
talk to you real quick.”
“Sure,” Castle said, shutting off
his phone and then sliding the tiny device into his pocket.
“Coming,” Kate added as she stood
and led the way. Espo stood to the side of the room and waited until they
entered to make a quick exit, pulling the door closed and locking it behind
him. He could hear the muffled shouts of outrage as Kate and Castle realized
what was happening and then he grinned as he walked away and into Observation
Ryan was already there, watching
the angry pair as they pounded at the door and shouted at the top of their
voice. He could almost hear them through the soundproofed glass. “Thank god
nobody else is here,” he murmured to Esposito. “Otherwise this never would have
Esposito laughed and held out his
fist, which Ryan bumped and they watched Castle and Beckett yell for a little
longer before they gave up and turned to each other. Their demeanor was cold
and they almost immediately turned away from each other, stubbornly.
Ryan and Esposito sighed. “Looks
like we’re going to be here for a while,” Ryan said. They couldn’t leave until
these two either made up, made out, or somebody—most likely Beckett—killed the
“Chinese?” Espo asked. Ryan
nodded and the Hispanic detective opened his phone to make the order.
Their food got there before
either of the two stubborn asses said so much as a word to one another. Javi
was halfway through his Lo Mein before Castle said something that made Kate
gasp. He couldn’t hear it so he reached to turn on the mic, but Ryan slapped
his hand away.
“Dude,” the shorter man said, “not
Javi just rolled his eyes but
didn’t reach for the dial again. They continued to watch, riveted, as the
couple argued silently. Their hands making wild gestures as they seemingly
yelled at each other, though the two male detectives could hear none of it.
They fought and yelled like this for close to an hour as the men watched, their
eyes bouncing back and forth as if they were watching a tennis match.
Finally Javi reached for the
dial. “Just for a second,” he said, shaking off Ryan’s hand, “just so I can see
where they are in regards to making up.”
“—can’t believe you would do such
a thing!” Beckett was yelling. “What gives you the right?!”
“Whoa,” Esposito sighed. “What’d
Writer Boy do?”
Ryan flipped off the mic. “We’ll
never know,” he said, “because this is private.”
They continued to fight for
another few moments, before the mood changed entirely. They stopped yelling,
grew still. Kate’s eyes widened and Castle’s hand clapped over his mouth. Javi
was lost so he turned to his partner, whose wide eyes matched Castle’s.
“What just happened?” Espo asked.
“He…he told her he loves her,”
Ryan answered. “I’ve said those words enough times to know what they look like
on a pair of lips.”
Javi’s own eyes widened as he
turned back to watch. Castle and Beckett had each taken a few steps closer to
one another. Their gazes were much softer and filled with emotion now. Kate was
almost smiling as she gazed into Rick’s eyes.
“Looks like she feels the same,”
“Duh,” Ryan laughed. They both
grinned as Kate reached for Castle’s collar and pulled him down to meet her,
their lips clashing together as they met in the middle. His arms wrapped around
her waist and her hands were buried in his hair.
The detectives’ eyes widened and
they quickly turned away as Castle picked her up and placed Kate on the
“Well,” Ryan said, “this is
“They’re about to do the nasty in
the interrogation room, man,” Esposito groaned. “Nasty don’t even cover it.”
“Should we stop them?” Ryan
“And get shot by Beckett?” Espo
snorted. “Not a chance. Just…let them get it out of their system.”
“But we can’t stay here all
night,” Kevin groaned. “I’ve gotta get home to Jenny!”
“Then go home. Gates isn’t here
and the cameras are off. I’ll just have a uni watch the room and make sure
nobody uses it while they’re in there.” Javi pulled out his notepad and wrote
something down on it. “Let’s go,” he said, tugging his partner out by the arm.
Before they left, Javier slipped
the paper under the door to Interrogation 1 and flagged down Officer Hastings.
“Yes sir?” the young, eager cop
asked, stepping up to him.
“Castle and Beckett are in this room,”
he informed her. “Make sure nobody goes in until they come out, alright? And
make sure nobody goes into Observation, either.” He turned and unlocked the
door, then back to her. “That includes you.”
“Yes, sir,” Hastings said,
looking a little unsure.
“Thanks,” he said and made his
way towards the exit, leaving the woman at her stand, thoroughly confused.
Later, as they dressed and
attempted to make themselves look as professional as possible (and like they
didn’t just screw each other’s brains out in the middle of the precinct),
Castle and Beckett couldn’t stop smiling at each other and shooting glances at
one another as they each dressed.
“Ready to go?” Castle asked,
offering her his hand. Kate nodded and took it, interlacing their fingers as
she pulled him to the door. Before they reached it, they saw a small piece of
paper on the floor. Kate let go of his hand to pick it up and barked out a
laugh as she read the note scrawled on it.