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S18E10 -Observation

It was still light out when Murdoch was ‘distracted.’

The victim ordered champagne and went on her quest at 11:30. So they must’ve made it down to dinner at 11:00pm or so.

That was no quickie.

Why go to dinner at all?

Especially since they were such giddy dorks about getting it in.

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LOVE that the message is written on a BLACKBOARD!

We all know how much Murdoch loves a good blackboard.

Credit: murdochmysteriesfanpage on insta

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Can someone tell me which episode this is from?

I have seen them all and can’t place it! All help appreciated.

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Holy Shit!! S5E11 S8E6

In my S5 rewatch, i am finally at Murdoch In Toyland. One of the neighbors of the missing girl is named Miss Rosevear, who is oddly obsessed with Murdoch.

Rings a bell, head to IMDB.

IT IS THE SAME ACTRESS who played Ruby Rosevear (oddly obsessed with Murdoch) in the Murdoch Appreciation Society.

How did i not know this?

A hell yeah for continuity.

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Rewatching Stroll on the Wild Side and it gave me a new appreciation for the writers.

Julia is out teaching about contraception and getting jailed for it. It’s throwing a wrench in her marriage.

Meanwhile, Murdoch is out there playing baseball and raw dogging Anna.

The season 14 finale and the appearance of Harry is not so out of left field anymore.

Brilliant.

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#brilliant #nathan fillion #please

paul sun-hyung lee new mm regular….. murdoch mysteries will not end until literally every notable canadian actor appears in it even if it is just a bit part in one episode. they are collecting them all like pokemon. yannick bisson cannot take off that fucking hat until we get ryan reynolds on

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Favorite call back happened in S4 E12- The Kissing Bandit.

Darcy point blank asks William if it is truly over between him and Julia.

William answers yes, but looks to the LEFT!

Just as Jasper said in S2 E13- if someone is lying, s/he looks to the left.

Beautiful.

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As soon as her feet hit the floor, she was kissing him with abandon. There was only one time in the past, they kissed like this, and it seemed like centuries ago. But here she was hands in his hair, tongue in his mouth, driving her body into his. ‘Just like that night in the park,’ he thought fleetingly. No sooner had he shut the door did he have her up against it. Running his hands up and down her body, tongue dueling with hers, when she cupped and gently squeezed his bottom, he saw stars and his body ignited. All he could think about was being all over her and inside her. ‘Patience, Murdoch’, he thought to himself. Despite what the inspector intimated, this was not his first rodeo and he could conduct himself with more aplomb than a randy teenager. It was just that the sheer fact of knowing that George, nor Henry, nor any constable nor morgue attendant would interrupt them had him grinding at the bit.

He begrudgingly pulled himself away. She groaned in response and her hips jerked into him, searching for him. “Too many clothes,” he mumbled as explanation as he turned her around and began to unbutton the interminable trail at her back. His teeth sunk into the sensitive skin of her neck and she gasped. As he the dress gave away, he kissed and licked the newly exposed expanse of her back. The dress pooled at the floor and he adeptly did away with her corset, chemise and underthings. Freed from the restrictive garments, she turned around. She reached up to play with his tie, “now, I do love you in a tie, but Detective, you are far too overdressed,” she began to divest him of his clothes. He allowed her this indulgence, but the feel of her hands against his bare skin as she reached into his waistband to do away with his pants and underwear almost unraveled his tenuous hold on control. He stepped out of his pants, scooped her up once again, and laid her on the bed.

He covered her in a second.

He looked deep into her eyes as his body sought out hers, his tip was at the brink of entrance, when he kissed her and simply said, “Julia, I love you.”

He entered, she moaned and he finally got to finish the dance that began so many years ago.

***

She awoke, her body was cold from dried sweat and she was thirsty as hell, but she was sated. Oh boy was she sated. She glanced over and saw William, her husband, sleeping on his back with a contented smile on his face. She was tempted to rouse him, but she was so damn thirsty. ‘Champagne,’ she thought and vaguely remembered a bottle chilling when they first entered the room. Truthfully, she was surprised she took note of anything given how distracted she was.

She swung her legs over and tried to rise on shaky legs, which made her giggle. She once joked about how all that cycling served him well. Little did she know how well all that cycling would serve her. He was relentless and then even when he was spent, he made sure she was completely satisfied- she saw satisfaction three times if memory served.

She uncorked the champagne with the faintest of pops and decided to drink straight from the bottle. The cool liquid felt delicious going down her throat. Speaking of delicious, her gaze fell to her blissfully dozing detective. God, that man, although she may never admit this, even to him, he owned her. Before tonight, he owned her heart and her soul and now, he owned her body. Yes, she had been with other men, but this was other-worldly. ‘Positively delightful,’ she thought as she guzzled more champagne.

With delight in mind, she decided that she owed him . . . and herself to try a little experiment.

He must’ve sensed her giddiness, because he stirred, sat up and searched for his watch. She laughed because she was pretty sure his watch lay in a clothes pile by the door. “What time is it?” he queried.

She wasn’t sure and she didn’t care so she shrugged.

“Julia, come back to bed, it’s cold.” That was all the invitation she needed. She grabbed the bottle and headed toward him. “Are you thirsty?” she asked as she sat on the edge of the bed.

He eyed the champagne in surprise, but then relented, “well, this is the most special of all occasions, so I suppose I am,” he smiled. She handed him the bottle and he gulped it down. Then, she took it back and poured some out onto his stomach. She leaned over and slowly licked his left hip bone and then his right, sopping up the alcohol. He almost jumped off the bed.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” she shrugged again and continued, “while we are at it, I have been thinking about doing this for a while now too.”

She put the bottle aside and covered him with her mouth.

“Ju... Ju … lia... you don’t have to . . .,” he groaned but couldn’t finish because the reverberation of her chuckle sent him flying.

***

He awoke again to sunlight streaming in through the blinds. Julia was tucked up beside him. Unable to resist, he kissed her shoulder and reached around to cup her breast. “Good morning, Doctor Ogden,” he whispered into her ear. She sighed contentedly and sleepily replied, “That’s Mrs. Murdoch to you.”

Those words, coming from her, made him instantly rigid.

He gulped, “is that so?”

More awake now that she could feel him pressed against her, she reached around to pull him closer, “I certainly hope so.” She moved ever so slightly and captured him once again.

He happily rocked them into the new day to their new life . . . together.

His only question was, ‘how will he keep his hands off of her in public now?’

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Throwing this out there on the off chance, i will get the answer.

In which episode does Julia ask William if he has ever lied to her. I think it’s in the latter part of the series and supposed to be sorta funny. Anyone know?

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In the Fall

See you in the fall?

Really?  That is the best she can do?  How lame. How pathetic.  How  . . . desperate.

Cripes, she barely recognizes herself anymore. The Kate Beckett of old would never allow her heart to be broken like that.  What happened to RebelBex?  That girl always had a backup plan.

Well, maybe she does.

She received a third invitation for the Memorial Day weekend; she is going to take him up on it.

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Jim gets to his feet on the front porch as she roars up the long driveway.

“Katie.  Surprised to see you. Never thought I would say this, but I am actually happy to see that beast as well,” he chuckles.

Kate removes her helmet, shakes out her hair and beams. “What do you mean, Dad?  You’ve always hated my bike.”

“I guess it just reminds me of the good old days when you had a zest for life. It does me some good to see you a little wild and carefree again. Oh, how you used to love that bike; it always made you happy.”

“Again?  I never stopped riding and I have always been a little wild.”

“Sweetheart, don’t take this the wrong way, but it’s been a long time to since you have been carefree and wild doing something you enjoy.  Probably haven’t seen this side of you in about 10 years.” He turns to enter the house.

Kate stands rooted in place, staring after him.

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“Girl, when was the last time you and I both had July 4th off?  Now, get it together.  You are coming to this party with me.  Live a little.”

“Alright, Lanie.  You win.  I will go.”

“Don’t forget to put on some lipstick. There will be men and it doesn’t hurt.”

Kate wants to reach through the phone and choke out her best friend. Instead, she replies, “I’ll do one better and break out the eyeliner too.”

Her friend laughs on the other end of the line. “That’s my girl!”

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“So, you are a homicide detective and you ride too?  I kind of find that hard to believe.”

Kate bristles but holds herself in check.  “Which do you find hard to believe?”

“Quite frankly, both. You’re too gorgeous to be a cop and I just can’t picture you on a Harley.”

“I’ll have you know; I am a damn good detective and have been riding for close to 15 years.”

“Oh, really?  Then prove it.”

She eyes the doctor she just met curiously, “What?”

“This weekend.  Let’s take a ride on the Connecticut shoreline. I know a place in Westport that serves excellent lobster.”

Honestly, her first reaction is no. But, she reminds herself to throw caution to the wind. What would RebelBex do?

She nods, “Sure, sounds like fun.”

His face breaks out into a charming smile and he is about to reply when a resounding pop from over the water interrupts their conversation.

They both turn to watch the fireworks.

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“So, Beckett, have you heard from Castle?” Esposito inquires.

Why did she agree to meet up with them?  Oh, right. They are her friends. Meeting friends for a beer on a holiday is a normal thing to do.  Truth be told, they had all been pointedly avoiding this subject all summer. Alcohol really does loosen the lips.

“No, Espo.”

“What do you mean you haven’t heard from him?  It’s Labor Day weekend. That means fall.  Shouldn’t he be coming back soon?” Esposito continues despite Ryan’s elbow digging into his side.

Kate takes a long swig of her beer desperately trying to keep her face devoid of expression. The eye roll escapes anyway.

Ryan clears his throat. “What I think Espo means is—we haven’t heard from him either. Wonder how the book is coming along.”

“I am sure the book is coming along just peachy,” she retorts before she can stop herself.

Esposito and Ryan look down, chastised.

She sighs at that.

“Look, guys, it’s cool. Castle can do whatever he wants. Now, let’s just forget about it and have a little fun.”

She whistles to the waiter passing by. “Line’em up.  Whiskey and another round of beers.  Light for me, please,” she commands.

The boys eye her doubtfully.

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Two hours, five shots and countless beers later, she feels .  . .fantastic.  Shiny.   Unburdened. Like her old self.

The dancing, the laughs and the feeling of freedom are worth the headache in the morning.

The boys?  Well, they look a little worse for the wear.

She calls Jenny for Ryan and a cab for Espo.

She grins as she settles the bill.

Espo is right.  It is fall. Change of season. She needs to go shopping.

New coats and heels are in order.

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Despite the lack of contact, she feels it in the ether.  He will be back.

She hadn’t expected he would return holding a gun over a dead body.

That caught her off guard. Her grip on the improved Kate falters and she slips back into the old pattern. Their old pattern.

But, now.  Now, he sits across the table. In her house. Her control and cool return.

This is the moment she has been waiting for all summer.

“Something’s different. Did you remodel?”

How does he know?  5 minutes and he is able to sense the change in her?

She will not back down. She holds the upper hand and she is going to remind him of that every chance she gets.

“You’ve been informed of your rights, Mr. Castle?”

“Really?  You’re not going to ask me how my summer was?”

No. I don’t give two shits how your summer was, she thinks.

“You are aware that you are under arrest for murder.”

“I thought you were being rough with the cuffs just for fun.”

This man is beyond infuriating.  Why would anyone go to the Hamptons with him?

“You look good.”

Damn straight I do.  Kate resolves then and there she will never be on the defensive again. Like she had been for the last year and a half.  From now on, she will give as good as she gets. She will not be hurt or get hurt. She can be his equal; she will be a worthy opponent.

“You look good too.” Not untrue.

He smiles, “Yeah?”

She drops the hammer.

“For murder.”

Let the games begin.

A/N S3 Kate’s appearance changed; she was more confident and had more moxie.  I had to attribute it to something.

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Baby Talk

Lily Castle was a quiet baby.  Scratch that. Lily Castle was a silent baby.  And it was maddening, challenging and frustrating to Castle.  Oh, the baby communicated, but only through strangled whines when in discomfort, airy giggles when amused  and, much to Castle’s chagrin, his daughter inherited her mother’s stony death glare, which, of course, she only aimed at him.  Usually, he earned the death glare when he tried to give the kid food that wasn’t on Kate’s “approved” list. Must both of his daughters have such rigid discipline? Can’t his kids live a little?  And thinking of daughters, he was reminded that Alexis was speaking by this age.  And while he was extremely proud that Alexis’s first word was denouement, he really, really, wanted “Daddy” to be Lily’s first word. .  .

“Come on baby, say it for me.  Dad-dy. Dad-Da.  You can do it.  Lillllll—lllllllyyyyy … look at Daddy … watch daddy.” He mouthed the word Daddy over and over, silently willing her to say it.

Lily looked over from her position in the corner of the couch, where she was watching Dora, to Castle, who was sitting at the opposite end.

‘Did she just raise an eyebrow at me?’ he thought as he scooted closer to her.

The baby continued to stare.

Castle grabbed her mouth and helped her try to form the words.  Moving her jaw up and down, he whispered, “Daddy. Dad-dy. Daddddd-dyyyyyy.”

The hands on her jaw annoyed Lily.  So much so, that she let out a long screech.  A screech so loud, that Castle didn’t hear the jingling of keys in the door.

“Castle! What are you doing?!” Kate shouted as she shut the front door behind her.  This was followed by the signature click-clack of her heels as she moved closer to the couch to observe the scene.

“Kate!  You’re home?  It’s early.”

“Obviously, I am home Castle. What exactly are you doing to my child?”

Castle dropped his hands from Lily’s face. “Well, you see, we were practicing.”

“Practicing what, may I ask?”

“Ummm.  Words,” he said sheepishly as he leaned back on the couch to look up at her.

Kate sighed, “Castle, we’ve been over this.  She will talk when she is ready. She is only 14 months old.”

“But, Kate, Alexis was talking by now.  And you aren’t the one that has to spend all day in the maddening silence … sometimes, I even forget that she is here …”

“Castle.”

“And it’s making me nuts.” He rushed on, “my mind starts to wonder. Does she like me? Is she thriving?  . . .”

“Castle.”

“Is she mute?  Do you think her hearing is okay? Maybe she is autis … “

“CASTLE!”

He stopped his stream of consciousness and looked at her. “What?”

“Castle,” Kate softened her tone. “She is fine.  Do you hear me?  Fine. We’ve gotten her ears checked. The pediatrician says she is meeting all of her milestones.  And she positively adores you. Will you please just relax?  You are making me nervous.   Did you ever stop to think that you talk enough for the both of you? Maybe, she feels like she can’t a word in with all of your chatter. “

“Kate.  It’s just that, you know, words are so important and I want her to feel like it’s okay to express herself verbally.  Especially, in this house.”

“Babe, I get that,” Kate rubbed a hand down his cheek. “I know words are important to you,” she circled the couch to sit beside him, held his hand.  “She will speak when she has something to say, okay?”

Castle looked down at their entwined hands and mumbled, “Okay, but I really want her to say ‘daddy’.”

Kate rubbed circles on his hand with her thumb and sighed again, “Castle, I know you do.  I know.  And she will, eventually, in her own time.  Now, please relax and quit pressuring her.  Enjoy this time; she won’t be this age forever.”

Castle looked up and nodded. Kate smiled at him. As always, he was amazed at her ability to calm him.

They both looked over at their child, who was still perched at the corner of the couch, absorbed in Dora.

Feeling her parents’ attention, Lily slowly pulled herself out of her program and gazed at them.

“ASTLE,” she said and punctuated it with a giggle.

Castle and Kate looked at each other stunned.

“ASSSSSSS-TTTTTLLLLEEEE,’ she reached out her chubby arms.

“Um, Castle, did our child, just say assho-“

Castle clamped his hand over Kate’s mouth.  

“Astle.  Astle. Astle.,” Lily repeated as she crawled toward him.

She perched herself in his lap, looked up at him lovingly and sighed softly, “As . . .sil.”

Kate burst into uncontrollable laughter.  

“Sure, sure.  Beckett, you think this hilarious, don’t you?  Our child’s first word is a curse word and it’s directed to me.  Awesome. Just awesome.”

Tears streaked down Kate’s face as she shook her head, “No. No. No.  I think she is trying to say ‘Castle.’ Don’t you see babe?  You got your way!  She said your name first!”  

Castle looked down at Lily, “No sweetheart.  I am daddy. Dad-dy.”

“She isn’t wrong, you know. You are Castle.” Kate could barely hold it in.

“You are a terrible influence on her Beckett.  Why can’t you call me Rick? Why does she want to be just like you?  She should be calling me daddy or dada or dad . . .not by my last name. I don’t want to be those parents that allow their kids to call them by their name.”

Kate’s hysterical laughter captured Lily’s attention.

She scrunched her forehead pondering Kate and uttered, “Uk-it”.  

And then with more energy, “Uk-it, Uk-it, Uk-IT!”

Kate’s amusement ended. Abruptly.

Now, it was Castle’s turn to laugh.  “You know, Kate that sounds a lot like eff-“

She glared at him, “I KNOW what it sounds like, Cas … .Rick.”

The use of surnames was prohibited from that day forward in the Castle household.

At least, in front of the kid(s).

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Hahahahahaha. So great.

Do you think Castle is capable of changing the oil in a car?

I can’t say that I see car maintenance as one of Castle’s major skills, especially given the fact that he doesn’t seem to be around cars very much. That said, I think with the right motivation (a bet with Beckett, perhaps) and a lot of research time, he could figure out how to get it done. I could see it being messy, and there being a few fumbles (and the potential for lots of cursing), but I think he’s capable of doing it. He just chooses not to, preferring to let one of his many ‘guys’ handle it.

Also, I just want you to know I had to take a moment before I could answer this. I kind of got lost in the image of Castle in dirty, low-slung jeans and a grubby t-shirt, bent over the open hood of a car while Kate perches against a wall and watches. He doesn’t quite know what he’s doing, and they both know that, but he takes his time poking around and trying to remember everything he’d read while researching one of his books. Then, after getting her fill of ogling, Beckett pushes off the wall and joins him to work on it together.

Ahem. I know that’s not changing the oil, but it’s still so hot to contemplate.

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Castle: Honest Edition

6.03 - Need to Know

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I thought I lost this. How did it magically appear? Stupid Tumblr.

Yo!: A story.

A/N- Pure head canon (not gross).

January 13th, 2006

The case was intense.  The week was intense. Hell, her life was intense.  The strangler case she worked required 14 hour days. It was the anniversary of her mother’s death.  To top it off, she had to hang with the new guy this week. Montgomery knew she preferred working cases alone but insisted she work with a partner. No, ‘Not as a partner,’ he said, ’but, as an associate. It would be good for you to learn a little teamwork, Beckett.’  She rolled her eyes at that, but she wasn’t about to completely buck command. So, she took him on.  As it turned out, he was a decent cop. He was quick on his feet, brooked no nonsense and by the time they had to burst through a door together earlier that day, she trusted him to have her back.  That surprised her; she never trusted that easily and certainly not within the time span of a week.

She could really use a drink, but given the time of year, she knew, just knew, she shouldn’t be drinking alone.  She eyed Detective Esposito over the paperwork she was finishing—hmmm. Maybe, the new guy would like to join me.  After all, he did have nice arms.  Arms were a weakness of hers. **************************************************************************** Transferring to a new precinct was always a bitch.  He should know.  This was his third precinct since leaving the 54th.  It didn’t help that the case was a sick one and the perp—a really twisted bastard.  As a general rule, Esposito hated the cases that involved psychopaths.  To top it off, he could hardly believe it when they teamed him up with a chick. A younger chick at that.   He hadn’t had to deal with a partner since Ike and he certainly never considered having to work with a woman.  She turned out to be okay though.  She was shrewd, quick, a little icy and a lot commanding. But, he admired the way her mind was able to cut through the bullshit and figure out the strangler’s pattern and he appreciated the way she burst through the door and took down the asshole with no hesitation.  Plus, she was easy on the eyes.  Maybe a little too long and lean for his taste, but there was no denying she was fine.

After the week he had, he could really use a drink, maybe she would be interested in a drink too … maybe he could melt some of that ice.  He looked over and well, well, well, wouldn’t you know?  She is looking straight at me. He adjusted his collar and swaggered over to her desk.

“Hey.”

She cleared her throat.  “Hey,” she replied.

“So, I was thinking, if you’re almost finished with that paperwork …I could really use a drink.  Since I don’t really know anyone else here, I choose you to accompany me.  Whad’ya say?”

She smiled demurely, looked down and replied, “Sure, just not a cop bar.”

That suited him just fine. **************************************************************************** “Really?  You really want to get pizza with pineapple, olives and double jalapeno?,” Beckett leaned over to him on her bar stool.

“Hells, yes!  Don’t knock it until you try it,” Esposito smiled.

She scrunched her nose. “It just sounds gross.” And then she giggled.

Esposito’s smile broadened as he topped off her beer.   Apparently, melting the ice would be easier than he thought.  Of course, they were 3 pitchers deep between them.  Even he was starting to feel it.

“Okay, I’ll give it a go.  I promised myself I would be more adventurous, try new things . .  .’, she trailed off as she looked at him and traced the rim of her beer mug.

“I’ve got to use the little boy’s room.  I’ll tell the bartender our order on the way,” with that he dismounted his stool ungracefully and wavered toward end of the bar.  Whoa.  Did he say he was starting to feel it?  He was most definitely feeling it. Ah, well.  That is what the pizza is for—soaking some of this up.

He found the bartender, put in their order and glanced back at Beckett. She was watching him while tipping her bar stool forward.  She was hot, alright. Gorgeous, really. Surprisingly fun.  Easy to talk to once she let her hair down. Espo also knew, with a little finesse, he could storm the beaches.  What is stopping me?  She seems like she may be into it.

He turned and decided he would ponder that later.  First he needed to answer nature’s call. ****************************************************************************** Kate really needed to sober up.  She giggled over the man’s choice of pizza toppings.  Who was she tonight? Sure, he was attractive.  And yes, she was lonely.  She was mature enough to admit that to herself.  But, honestly, it was totally unlike her to drink quite so much and lean into the personal space of a man she practically just met.

Yet, there was something understanding in his eyes.  His military demeanor was a little abrasive, but, oddly enough, she felt completely at ease with him.  “Hmm. Something to ponder,” she thought as she drained her beer.

Kate signaled the bartender for another pitcher.  Before she knew it, she was filling up her glass.  Again.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” she turned to smile at him.

“Sorry it took so long.  There was actually a line for the men’s room.” In actuality, it took a minute or two for the room to stop moving for him to catch his balance.

He attempted to climb his bar stool, but fell back. 

Kate caught him by the shoulder. “Hey,” she repeated softly as she rubbed up and down his arm. “Are you okay?”  She flicked her eyes to his mouth and back up again.

He nodded affirmatively never taking his eyes off of her.

“Yeah?” she raised an eyebrow as she moved closer.

“Yeah.”

“Good,” she murmured.

He grinned.  Kate’s only thought was go for it as she whispered her lips against his. He wrapped his arms around her, deepened the kiss and she felt . .  …

Nothing.  Nada. Zip. Zilch.  Not even the zing of alcohol pulsing through her blood could conjure the familiar stirring she was hoping for.

She pulled back, deflated by the results of her risky move.

He just smirked and hiked himself up onto the stool. 

The pizza arrived.

Kate turned to take a slice and thought the better of it.

“I gotta … I have to go.”  With that, she gathered her purse and threw down a couple of twenties.

Esposito turned, surprised.  “Don’t you want a slice of pizza?,” he called after her.

But, she was already out the door. *************************************************************************** Monday came quickly.  Kate woke up with a sense of dread in the pit of her stomach. Ugh.  He was a co-worker.  A new one at that.  She thanked God all weekend they went to a trendy brewery as opposed to a cop bar where someone from the 12th could’ve witnessed their display. She showered, dressed and prepared for the worst.

She arrived at work 20 minutes late; the precinct was already a flurry of activity.  With a sigh, she headed toward her desk and ran smack into Esposito.

“Yo!  Beckett.  Pop and drop in the Village.  You in?” he asked.

She examined him closely and saw nothing on his face but the earnest question.

“Yes,” she smiled warmly.  “Yeah, Espo.  I’m in.”

From that day forward, Beckett knew as long as Esposito greeted her with a “yo,” everything was cool between them.

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