cuffmeonce: (WTH)
Beckett! Where are you! You know I’m counting on you to save my lily white a—
[Castle looks wildly, dramatically around the area, taking stock and noting that he is not in New York City anymore. He’s got his bullet proof vest on that says writer across the front and a gun in a holster on his belt. The safety is on. The safety is always on because Beckett insists]

This is an interesting turn of events. I—uhm—I’m Rick Castle. You might have heard of me before. I am a best selling novelist. You might even recognize me from the ruggedly handsome photo on the back of my books. I’m also a consultant with the NYPD and my partner…she’s going to be mighty upset when she finds out I’ve been kidnapped…

[He pauses again, considering the situation]

Beckett? If this a prank it’s not a very good one.
Date/Time: 2010-01-06 18:18 (UTC)Posted by: [identity profile] cuffmeonce.livejournal.com
She's fifteen, I'm not sure she has a social life yet. Seriously, she's a good kid. Better than I was at her age.

Woman's brain I'm okay with being schooled on. My daughter's brain is more of a grumble worthy event as far as I'm concerned.
Date/Time: 2010-01-07 06:16 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] thenormalsquint
thenormalsquint: ([Angela]: do i look like bobo the fool?)
Honey, some fifteen year olds have more of a social life than some adults.

Grumble away from her future boyfriends, then.
Date/Time: 2010-01-07 06:33 (UTC)Posted by: [identity profile] cuffmeonce.livejournal.com
Not mine.

I'll take notes.