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Title: What I Did This Summer - Part 3: Kate
Fandom: Castle
Characters: Detective Kate Beckett (among others)
Word Count: 682
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: This is the third in a series that will not be done in time for this challenge. *sob* It's for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
castleland Big Bang Alt and I used 015. Sick.
Kate hated coughing. She especially hated coughing in the middle of summer when no one was supposed to get sick. As she sat at her desk, a tissue at the ready for the next bout of phlegm to try to surface, she contemplated the work schedule for the next week. Summer in the city meant overtime and no sick time. Any thoughts she had of taking a trip away from this cesspool of a city had promptly been put on hold when the death count began to exceed the temperature.
"There's a lead on the West Side case." Esposito threw a folder on his desk, more to get everyone's attention than because he needed to set it down. His words got everyone's attention without the dramatics. "Seventy-sixth and Lex. There's been several sightings of that green 4-door coupe we've been told has shown up at every scene only moments after we leave. The only problem is that Seventy-sixth and Lex is a parking garage so it's shot in the dark."
"Shot in the dark? It's a parking garage." Kate put her head in her hands. The throbbing in her temple wasn't just because their lead was a parking garage or even because the mayor had called three times in the last two hours to see how they were progressing on these deaths. It wasn't even the fact that she hadn't eaten in twelve hours. Her head had hurt since Castle had walked out of the precinct with his ex-wife's hand nestled in his. "I don't think you should call that a lead. It's more like a reason to put someone in a car. Any other evidence will have long since been contaminated."
"Funny you should mention the car."
She lifted her head, a look of horror telling him just what she thought of that idea. "Funny? Define funny."
"It'll be the best place for you right now. That cough is only going to get worse. No, don't look at me like that, Beckett. You know you go through this every summer and part of it is because you tire yourself out. Summer's in New York are tough."
"Are you saying I'm not tough?" She stood up too quickly but was able to cover the vertigo with a quick grip on the desk in front of her. If they weren't listening too carefully, they might not have heard the crack in her voice. Thinking about her voice made her throat suddenly hurt. Great! Now her throat hurt, her nose was running, the cough was never very far away and her eyes watered whenever she blinked which, with the bright summer sun streaming in through the window, was more often than she was comfortable dealing with at the moment.
"We didn't say that." Esposito's eyes widened as he tried to figure out where he was headed with that comment. "You're not at your best right now. That, combined with...." His voice drifted off. With a grunt, as if she was supposed to forgive that lapse, he turned and started looking at the whiteboard as if it was the most important thing in the room. "I figure if we have a police presence, we'll never see this guy. It's going to have to be unmarked. If we place one here... here... and here, we should have all the exits covered."
She decided she was going to argue with him. It was too much work and she would have enough on her hands with just staying awake. Stake outs were bad enough when she was healthy. With all the hot tea she was going to have to drink to keep her throat from hurting, she was going to be peeing every thirty minutes. Better not tell them that or they'd assign her a partner. Right now, she'd have to take Duncan. Lord, how she hated that man. He really did think he was God's gift to women. Nothing she ever said deterred him. The only thing that had ever kept him away was currently in upper state New York, enjoying his summer. God, she hated summers.
Fandom: Castle
Characters: Detective Kate Beckett (among others)
Word Count: 682
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: This is the third in a series that will not be done in time for this challenge. *sob* It's for the
castleland Big Bang Alt and I used 015. Sick.Kate hated coughing. She especially hated coughing in the middle of summer when no one was supposed to get sick. As she sat at her desk, a tissue at the ready for the next bout of phlegm to try to surface, she contemplated the work schedule for the next week. Summer in the city meant overtime and no sick time. Any thoughts she had of taking a trip away from this cesspool of a city had promptly been put on hold when the death count began to exceed the temperature.
"There's a lead on the West Side case." Esposito threw a folder on his desk, more to get everyone's attention than because he needed to set it down. His words got everyone's attention without the dramatics. "Seventy-sixth and Lex. There's been several sightings of that green 4-door coupe we've been told has shown up at every scene only moments after we leave. The only problem is that Seventy-sixth and Lex is a parking garage so it's shot in the dark."
"Shot in the dark? It's a parking garage." Kate put her head in her hands. The throbbing in her temple wasn't just because their lead was a parking garage or even because the mayor had called three times in the last two hours to see how they were progressing on these deaths. It wasn't even the fact that she hadn't eaten in twelve hours. Her head had hurt since Castle had walked out of the precinct with his ex-wife's hand nestled in his. "I don't think you should call that a lead. It's more like a reason to put someone in a car. Any other evidence will have long since been contaminated."
"Funny you should mention the car."
She lifted her head, a look of horror telling him just what she thought of that idea. "Funny? Define funny."
"It'll be the best place for you right now. That cough is only going to get worse. No, don't look at me like that, Beckett. You know you go through this every summer and part of it is because you tire yourself out. Summer's in New York are tough."
"Are you saying I'm not tough?" She stood up too quickly but was able to cover the vertigo with a quick grip on the desk in front of her. If they weren't listening too carefully, they might not have heard the crack in her voice. Thinking about her voice made her throat suddenly hurt. Great! Now her throat hurt, her nose was running, the cough was never very far away and her eyes watered whenever she blinked which, with the bright summer sun streaming in through the window, was more often than she was comfortable dealing with at the moment.
"We didn't say that." Esposito's eyes widened as he tried to figure out where he was headed with that comment. "You're not at your best right now. That, combined with...." His voice drifted off. With a grunt, as if she was supposed to forgive that lapse, he turned and started looking at the whiteboard as if it was the most important thing in the room. "I figure if we have a police presence, we'll never see this guy. It's going to have to be unmarked. If we place one here... here... and here, we should have all the exits covered."
She decided she was going to argue with him. It was too much work and she would have enough on her hands with just staying awake. Stake outs were bad enough when she was healthy. With all the hot tea she was going to have to drink to keep her throat from hurting, she was going to be peeing every thirty minutes. Better not tell them that or they'd assign her a partner. Right now, she'd have to take Duncan. Lord, how she hated that man. He really did think he was God's gift to women. Nothing she ever said deterred him. The only thing that had ever kept him away was currently in upper state New York, enjoying his summer. God, she hated summers.
