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A notepad. That's what I have to remember the kid by, a damn notepad. I don't really even care about the workload doubling up again, gives me less time to think about everything else. If he was going back to something, maybe that would be okay. Maybe it'd be less ... depressing. Because now he's just gone.

And I have to stay here with people who make everything okay. Not sure I want to be okay. Not after being here for a year. Nobody should be okay with that.

Gotta check up on Myrnin today. Damn, we need more help.



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Be careful with all the snow back, everyone. The holidays are to spend time with friends and family, but party responsibly. Don't spend it in an overnight visit with your neighborhood cops. We like you, just not that much.


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Everyone have a good holiday? Cause from what I'm seeing, we still have an officer in the hospital and no idea what the hell is wrong with him.

I'm still waiting on reports from Forensics. Anything from Intel would be nice; talk to his neighbors, friends, family? If Pendleton were still here, I'd probably actually have some results and you wouldn't have to deal with me directly. I don't see something on my desk by the end of today, I'm coming up there myself and trust me when I say you really don't want that.

I'm assuming some external force affecting him; curse, deity bullshit, whatever. Still, let's keep things simple as far as the public's concerned and keep him under control. If someone else pops up with the same tendencies, then we start asking people to be careful.

Unless everyone's tired of doing their jobs? Because hell, I can just cut all these paychecks and funnel it into robots that'll actually do work.


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Gonna be back to the old schedule, guys. With Justin gone... [ nope, don't mull it over ] anyway. Alexis, he left you something for Christmas; I'm sorry I didn't get it sooner, between the holidays and a mess at the offices, I just... Well, anyway, I can give it to you when I get home tonight. Might be late, so if you're asleep, I'll leave it on the living room table for you.


[ooc: To Alexis, from Justin (via Veda): There will also be another package inside of Beckett's that says "To Alexis" on it. No, Justin didn't intend to deliver it in person. Girls are terrifying. There will be a book in there--The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge--with a note on the inside cover:

"Henceforth I shall know
That Nature ne'er deserts the wise and pure;
No plot so narrow, be but Nature there,
No waste so vacant, but may well employ
Each faculty of sense, and keep the heart
Awake to Love and Beauty! and sometimes
'Tis well to be bereft of promis'd good,
That we may lift the soul, and contemplate
With lively joy the joys we cannot share."
]

Castle Family Filter

Date: 2010-12-28 06:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cuffyoutwice.livejournal.com
For once, I don't have the energy right now to fight you on this.

[Action] A couple of hours later

Date: 2010-12-28 06:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cuffmeonce.livejournal.com
Knock knock [Castle is coming through the station with a tupperware dish of pasta and sauce. He's also got a bottle of red wine and two plastic cups.]

Dinner is served.
From: [identity profile] cuffyoutwice.livejournal.com
She's elbow deep in papers not sparing a moment to look up at her white knight wielding pasta and a short break in the form of an actual person to talk to rather than bark at.

Beckett moves from her office back out to the bullpen, where she's set up the crime board that had grown, very quickly, too big for her office. She seems to completely miss Castle's presence until she's jotted down a note, pinned another to the opposite side of the board and finally turned around to take a deep breath.

Her eyes open as she lets it out again and the smallest of smiles quirks at the corner of her mouth. She can smell the food, unaware before of even the idea that she might be hungry. "Hey. Do I smell my second favorite?"
From: [identity profile] cuffmeonce.livejournal.com
While she's busy working [Not ignoring him of course] he's setting up dinner. One plate with pasta, two glasses of wine and he's sitting across from the makeshift table. He's even got a candle sitting out on the table.

"And would that be the pasta or my natural manly smell. Wait, don't answer that." He stands up and makes wafting motions with his hands toward her. "Now you can smell both of your favorite things."

[Action]

Date: 2011-01-03 06:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cuffyoutwice.livejournal.com
She can't help it, Beckett quirks a small smile before quickly subduing it while she approaches Castle. Her eyebrows fill up her forehead and she makes a buzzer sound before giving her patented condescending Castle voice.

"Sorry, Castle. Wrong on both counts." But she won't make it easy for him, other than plopping down directly in her seat and digging into the food. "But thanks for trying."

Sure, it's mostly to bust his balls. Within the precinct especially, Beckett liked to remind him of the lines she draws around herself and that allowing him to break them is a Big Thing.

Re: [Action]

Date: 2011-01-04 12:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cuffmeonce.livejournal.com
"Alright. Alright. Choose wine over both my cooking and my company," Castle sighs dramatically. He takes a sip of his wine and nods.

"At least it's good wine."

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