Latest Jan-5 by NorryUK NuttyNana (Norry6) Taking a Poll 37 Latest Jan-6 by WasCin Christmas Event for Android 3 Latest 1:49 AM by WeeSam (WeesamNZ) Gifting 13 Now.4059 messages in 189 discussions Roll Call! 1329 “No,” she looks down at it, her fingers playing with the ends. She smirks at him, has wondered how long it would take him to comment. “So,” he begins once they’re in the lift on the way down to her car. Should he feel such pride in her stealing his things? He gestures on for her to show her the crime scene, hears what she got out of the unfortunate roommate, listens to Lanie’s input. “Want to do a sweep or do you want me to catch you up on the way back to the 12th?” But the sight of his scarf, the scarf he’d searched for on the way out to meet her, that stops him in his tracks, puts a smile on his face despite the situation around him. And then Kate walks out of the room he assumes is the bathroom, watches her give orders to the officers on scene, make arrangements to meet with Lanie. He gets the rundown, peers around the apartment, watches Lanie making notes beside their victim, sees Esposito looking through papers on a desk in the corner. He watches his friend pull the notebook from his pocket, jotting down some ideas. “Hey Castle,” Ryan greets as he walks through the door. He’s greeted by LT, gets directions to the apartment on the 4th floor and wonders what awaits him. He meets her at the address she text him this morning, a new case that had woke and called her away from the warmth of her apartment and he’d agreed to meet her there instead of her coming across town to get him. Knows that this is a birthday gift her daughter will remember. Kate shakes her head when she realises the two of them have started singing Frozen, watches Lily wobble a couple of times and smiles at the utter reassurance and guidance her husband offers. Laugh and waves when Lily waves at him across the ice, takes photos and videos and when they come back around he’s handing his phone off to his wife and takes his little girls hand and declares it time for a Daddy-daughter glide. Lily grins, tugs on her mothers hand, even goes a little faster and Castle fades back a little to watch mother and daughter. They watch her think about it for a minute before she looks up at Kate. The three slowly come to a stop, Lily breathing deeply a little. “Do you want to go round with Mommy? I want to get your photo,” he checks before letting go. Lily gets a little more confident as the family glide around the rink a few times. Lily looks back at her father, stealing herself when he reaches for her hand. “Look at me, Little Flower,” Kate bends down a little, cups her daughters face in her hands. Now he’ll take the long way, maybe get a coffee. He smiles when he watches his sons scamper off. I’m heading out to the store, Kate, bring you back some more tape.” So Kate’s got them wrapping his presents. “You can’t see them until Santa.”Ĭastle grins. “No, no Daddy!” Reece tells him, his arms out wide trying to stop him. And then the boys are barging through it, blocking his way. He intentionally hits the creaky floorboard, the one that makes a noise and lets them know one of the kids is lurking around after their bedtime, calls out for anyone that’s upstairs and he hears their hurried voices coming from Lily’s room. He dresses for the day, ventures upstairs to find his wife, his kids. Usually there would be laughter, sometimes bickering and definitely the sounds of three kids with vivid and wild imaginations and ideas about of what they want to do for the day. It’s eerily quiet when he gets out of the shower. “It’s a date”Ĭould you write one for 24 or 30 on the December prompt list? “You, me, records and this tree next year?” Castle tilts her face, presses a kiss to her lips. And he smiles because she’s thinking ahead to when they’ll get to spend Christmas as a married couple, how she wants to bring this haven they have into the home they’re going to share. “Can we put the tree in our bedroom next year?” She checks. “A haven from the Christmas Village that is my home,” he tells her. It feels like just enough, and even though she truly does love how into Christmas he is and how magical the Loft feels, this is just for them. “It was a Christmas Emergency,” he insists but she laughs, curls closer into his arms where they’re laying in her room, listening to records on the player he’d gotten her for birthday and admiring the tiny tree. Not to secretly decorate her bedroom for Christmas. She’s long since given up reminding him that the key he has for her place is for him to let himself in when she’s running late at work or for emergencies.
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