The streets of New York crawled by outside the window. Traffic was especially heavy today, and neither of the two knew exactly why. New York was funny that way. There was absolutely no rhyme or reason as to why things happened the way they did.
But Javier Esposito and Kevin Ryan knew that their had to be a reason for the little lesson they had received not thirty minutes ago.
"Sorry man, I just can't see it."
"What's so complicated about it? It's a perfectly plausible theory."
The boys were on their ride back to the precinct from Will James' apartment. The little excursion had gained them some information on their case, as well as a new mystery to follow. How did Detective Kate Beckett know what a comp card was?
"I don't know," Ryan sighed, running a hand across the back of his head, "it just doesn't seem to fit."
"Dude, you've been a cop long enough to know that sometimes things just don't fit. But that doesn't mean they aren't true." Esposito was trying desperately to pitch his theory to his partner.
From the passenger seat, Ryan looked on as his counterpart drove through the crowded city streets. He was right. It was entirely possible for their boss to have a second life and not tell them about it. He had been on the team of murders committed for that very same reason.
"You really think it's possible, huh?" He tilted his head. "You really think Beckett was a model?"
"Yea…I mean, why shouldn't she? You gotta' admit she's got the look."
"Dude." Ryan paused for Esposito to turn to him when they reached a red light. "That's creepy. She's like…one of my sisters. Aside from the fact that she's my boss. Beckett could hand my ass to me on a silver platter."
"Well, yea. Sure. But it just doesn't make any sense otherwise. If she hadn't been in the business, how would she possibly know what that card was?" He slowly rubbed his hands around the steering wheel as he spoke. The feeling seemingly helping to sooth the thought of their boss being something other than their boss.
"We could just, you know, ask her…"
The light overhead snapped from red to green, cars slowly proceeded forward. Esposito looked away from Ryan, pressing his foot on the gas. "You wanna' have your ass handed to you on a silver platter?"
There was no way for either to avoid a chuckle at the mental picture. Neither knew what was funnier, the image of Ryan being beat up by Beckett, or the fact that it could actually happen.
"Then what are we going to do? Just sit around and let our imaginations run free? I thought that was Castle's job."
"Hmm." He shifted in his seat, leaning against the driver's side door, right arm draped over the steering wheel. "You up for a little detective work?"
As the car slid into it's parking space at the precinct, the two further discussed their plan.
"The question is how are we going to get the number? We can't just take her phone."
After shutting his door, Ryan leaned against the roof of the car. "Are you forgetting who your partner is?" Ryan had his elbows propped against the metal, hands tilted into his face. He was giving Esposito a smug look.
Over top the vehicle Esposito shot a face. It was no secret that Ryan was the resident geek. Almost everyone went to him when they needed tech help. And during their investigations he was the one to look up phone records and browser histories and anything else involving silicon.
"And here I thought you were trying to be low-key about your romance with technology."
The sarcasm was not lost on Ryan, who let out a dry laugh as they entered the building.
"Seriously. Give me 'till the end of the day, and I'll find time to get into the system and get her contact information. It's gotta' be there. I'll figure it out."
Standing side by side in the elevator, both had their hands in their pockets, jackets brushed back into messy tails. They watched the numbers climb to their destination, mentally preparing themselves to hide their plotting as soon as the doors opened.
"We'll make the call tomorrow. As soon as Beckett and Castle are out of the way. He can't hear a word of this," he impressed, directing a pointed finger across the small expanse of elevator, "or our cover's completely blown."
They were one floor away. Ryan nodded his head as he adjusted himself into a more professional stance. He let out a breath in agreement. "Don't I know it?"
"Good," Esposito said in a near whisper. The metallic doors separated, leaving them to the bullpen of homicide. "Now go make love to your computer."
"Really?" Ryan called, stepping out of the elevator. His partner had left him standing just outside the box, arms raised in frustration. "Why you gotta' be like that?"
I've been dying to start this. Think of it as off screen scenes for 2x03 - Inventing The Girl. No shocker here - I don't own any of it.
I'm making no promises as to when I'll have an update up, but I'm aiming for 'soon'. Let me know what you think of it!