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needthepractice) wrote2011-11-17 07:35 pm
needthepractice) wrote2011-11-17 07:35 pm
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It was her birthday.
It wasn't exactly something she was going to openly broadcast, though. Back home, at the precinct, the guys had usually found a way to throw a low-key celebration with Lanie's help - a cupcake with a candle in it on her desk, for example, or just paying for her beers after work. On the island, she was more inclined to just let the day pass by without much fuss or attention - not because she didn't want it. It was more that big parties weren't really her thing - and she had enough experience in the past handing over the planning reins to someone to know that that was the time when parties were likely to spin out of control - and parties on the island were known for doing that on occasion.
Beckett wasn't expecting anything when she got home that evening. She wasn't even predicting that Castle would remember what today was - he was busy enough lately, between teaching and everything else, and she wasn't about to hold it against him if he had. If today passed like just another day, that would be perfectly fine with her.
"Anyone home?" she called out, shrugging out of her jacket and folding it over her arm as she headed to the kitchen.
It wasn't exactly something she was going to openly broadcast, though. Back home, at the precinct, the guys had usually found a way to throw a low-key celebration with Lanie's help - a cupcake with a candle in it on her desk, for example, or just paying for her beers after work. On the island, she was more inclined to just let the day pass by without much fuss or attention - not because she didn't want it. It was more that big parties weren't really her thing - and she had enough experience in the past handing over the planning reins to someone to know that that was the time when parties were likely to spin out of control - and parties on the island were known for doing that on occasion.
Beckett wasn't expecting anything when she got home that evening. She wasn't even predicting that Castle would remember what today was - he was busy enough lately, between teaching and everything else, and she wasn't about to hold it against him if he had. If today passed like just another day, that would be perfectly fine with her.
"Anyone home?" she called out, shrugging out of her jacket and folding it over her arm as she headed to the kitchen.