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[theliar]

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[esbro]

[ Javier remembers why Ryan left. Something to do with Jenny and he didn't really care enough to ask. He was drinking. Though that didn't mean he didn't take time out of his precious schedule to embarrass the crap out of Ryan for having to leave early to go be with his lady. He wasn't going to just slide out of there with a casual "my bad" and get off like that. He was going to give the guy a little bit of shit. But all that kind of slid into the back burner when him and Kate were left alone together with more alcohol than they probably should have been served. When he's sober he will totally be questioning that bartender on responsible--bartendering. If that's a word.

There's rustling and movement. A lot of rustling and movement. Words. Such loud words. Words that shout right through Javier's head and make the bells ring. It's awful. He has the taste of stale pennies in his mouth and he's pretty sure that he's feeling a pretty distinct breeze fluttering under the covers and into some more pricey parts of his anatomy. It's almost nice until he actually registers Kate's voice and opens one eye. ]

Please tell me this is just another elaborate fantasy.

[ What? Most officers have wet dreams of Kate Beckett. It's like a goddamn right of passage. Javier hadn't had any in years though. She's not a dream though because the bed is moving and he's like ninety percent sure he hasn't moved a goddamn muscle since he heard her say his name. The words that came out of his mouth made him flashback to something that happened that night. Something a little more sexual in natural. Shit. Ryan was gonna kill him. ]

I'm hoping that if I don't move--you'll disappear and this'll be some crazy ass fucked up alcohol induced dream, Beckett.

[themuse]

[ It wasn't a dream. It was real. Horribly, awfully real and Kate just tugged the blankets up to her chin. Not that it mattered. She could feel her bare skin brushing against Espo's naked hip every time he took a breath. ]

Sorry, Espo. This is definitely not a dream.

[ She's not sure if she wants to cry, die, or both. Probably both at this point, but then again, she'll need to take Espo with her. She can't risk any witnesses. ]

This is bad. So, so bad. [ She finally sits up again, keeping the blanket pulled up over her chest. ] You have to go. [ She glances around, at the walls and the furniture and the bed, and then realizes this isn't her apartment. ] Shit. I have to go.

[esbro]

[ Jesus, Mary and Joseph he is so totally screwed. He just knows this is gonna get out somehow. Ryan's gonna find out and then he's gonna accidentally let it slip to Gates and they're all gonna be completely and totally fucked over. He's so gonna get fired or something. He never should have challenged her to drink like that. He never should have invited her out or something. Anything to have stopped this moment right here. He's way over thinking this, but he's not exactly a rational person at this point. ]

This is my bed! [ He shouts before she comes to the conclusion on her own that she has to leave. It's his room. His room means it's his bed and she has to vacate. Unfortunately for them both he cannot seem to visually identify where the hell their clothes are. Getting up to find them means exposing themselves to each other and he's not sure if they wanna venture down that highway sober.

Javier glances over at her next to him in the bed and then immediately looks away. He looks more irritated than anything else. ] This--[ He points to her and then himself multiple times in rapid succession. It's more like a finger waggle. ]--is totally your fault. You need to just dial it all down. Whole package. [ He's basically saying make yourself ugly, Kate. ] Walking around and looking like that. Smelling like that. Never even stood a chance drunk.

[themuse]

[ Kate's eyes grow wide and her mouth drops open. She's exhausted, her headache is splitting through her skull and she has morning breath. Kate isn't even sure how to wrap her head around the accusations he is throwing at her, because she is still fighting her way through a hungover fog that is never going to lift without the aid of ten cups of a coffee and a time machine. She went out to have a good time and honestly she's feeling so attacked right now. ]

Smelling like what? [ She can't even believe this is a real conversation. ] I can't dial it down, Espo, maybe next time you should use some discretion instead of trying to drink your boss under a table. And while we're on the subject, why don't you dial it down? Maybe stop wearing shirts that show off your arms and stop doing that... That thing with your lips when you look at me!

[esbro]

Like--that. [ When you come into the 12th Precinct then you better be prepared to not look directly at Kate Beckett. He had seen newbie officers just get caught up in her and completely make jackasses out of themselves. Castle did it. Every beat cop that ran through. They all wanted to help when the legendary Kate Beckett asked them to. It was just the way dudes reacted around her. He didn't think it was a bad thing, but he wasn't going down with this slip up being his fault. He just wasn't going to let it happen. He'd fight her all damn day if he had to. He'd stay in this bed until his ass was numb.

Drink his boss under the table. Fuck her on the table. Apparently drunk Javier Esposito thought it'd be a damn good call to sleep with his boss. Which pretty much just put a torpedo through most everything. ] Look--my arms are important when we're dealing with perps you know that? They're an interrogation tool. They see these babies and they get scared. They play ball. And when we got lady suspects--[ There's a slow smile before Javier realizes what the hell she's doing. ] Don't turn this--that thing with my lips? What're you taking about? [ She's derailed him again. ]

[themuse]

You're going it right now! [ She's practically screeching now, pointing at his face - that really, oddly adorable face that she apparently spent a lot of time pressing her lips and other unmentionables against and... Oh God why is she even thinking about this. ] An interrogation tool? Seriously? Did you seriously just say that?

[ She almost jumps right out of bed to stomp off before she remembers she's naked and she's not sure where her clothes are. She finally grabs and t-shirt and throws it over her mussed head, but the scent of cologne and that ever present musky Esposito smell is still clinging to the cotton and it drapes on her like a tent. Wearing his shirt is really not helping matters. ]

You cannot tell anyone about this, Javi. No one. Not Castle, not Ryan, and definitely not Lanie. [ Kate knew they still had that off-again-on-again thing going and she was not going to let this come in the way of her friendship. Or her job. Or her reputation. ] If Gates finds out, we're toast.

[esbro]

Yeah it's an interrogation tool! If you're a dude that's just killed his girlfriend or his mother--would you be afraid of the dude in the suit or the dude with the arms that're bigger than your head? [ He's just approaching this situation with a level head. The guy is gonna be scared of the dude that has jacked arms and isn't afraid to show them off. He's helping break guys when he can actually get in the box with them. Because sometimes Beckett does like to hog that a bit. He doesn't even wanna try to go against Beckett in the box, but sometimes he likes to break a suspect or two.

Javier isn't sure where he's supposed to look when she gets out of the bed. Jesus. She's naked and moving around in front of him. He immediately looks to the ceiling because it just seems strange to look at her naked right now while he's actually sober. There's rustling though and he can see out of his peripheral that she's now wearing a shirt. When he looks down it's his shirt and he sucks in a breath. She's gonna kill him. ] Why the hell do you think I'm gonna tell people? Do you think I want Lanie to kill me? She could do it too. Girl knows how to kill people and make it look like an accident.

[themuse]

[ Kate is shuffling around, simultaneously trying to find her pants and also not flash him. Because regardless of what they did last night, him seeing clear to Egypt is not her goal for the morning. ]

In case you haven't noticed, I'm not afraid of anyone. [ She tosses aside a few pillows, and her bra somehow ends up in Javi's lap, but she's still more interested in the pants. ] Where the hell are my pants?