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But of course they have the whole work day ahead of them, one long day of teasing and pretending not to stare at each other. It gets to the point where everybody else notices something's weird—not just Castle and Beckett ("You know, you two—" "Castle, if you value your manhood you won't finish that sentence." "Detective Beckett, I'm touched! I never realized you spent much time thinking about my manhood."), but the Chief, the beat cops, the freaking UPS delivery guy.
(The "package" joke he makes is too terrifying to remember, which is why Esposito doesn't.)
And then there are the witnesses—two guys arguing over a hot dog, a nine year old with a radio-controlled plane, and the perp. And then there's the victim's ex-wife, who turns out to be the PERP's ex-wife, or possibly his sister.
(And then over the course of about twenty minutes, they find a key candy wrapper or two and discover that Mrs. Eleanor Wang is:
a) the perp, b) not in custody, c) the proud owner of a really impressive collection of climbing equipment, and also a gun, d) freaking wiggly.)
It's a long day, made even longer by the fact that every time he looks up, he catches sight of the monstrosity on Ryan's chest, which leads to thoughts of Ryan's chest more generally, which leads to thoughts that he generally tries to avoid thinking while at the precinct.
But finally they leave, Mrs. Eleanor Wang safely in custody and somebody else's responsibility, and if Beckett and Castle are laughing at them, well, that's fine, because on balance Esposito would rather be dealing with an ugly (but removable) sweater vest than with twenty tons of awkwardness and snide comments.
He beats Ryan to the precinct the next morning, by virtue of having lured Ryan back to his place, and also because Ryan's apparently a fussy little twerp who wants to wear his own ugly clothes.
"Whatever, fine," Esposito says. "But I'm keeping this," he adds, holding up the sweatervest. "Going to burn it."
Ryan glares, but nods—and then rolls up to the precinct exactly fifteen minutes after Esposito, wearing a different, but equally hideous, sweatervest.
"Oh, come on," Esposito says, but he's grinning, and Ryan's grinning back, even while he—completely incorrectly—defends the rights of the sweatervest to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
Castle makes faces, but Beckett just looks between the two of them, smirking. And later, when Castle drags Ryan off to bribe him with espresso into making better fashion choices, Esposito looks at her, and smirks back, just a little.
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But of course they have the whole work day ahead of them, one long day of teasing and pretending not to stare at each other. It gets to the point where everybody else notices something's weird—not just Castle and Beckett ("You know, you two—" "Castle, if you value your manhood you won't finish that sentence." "Detective Beckett, I'm touched! I never realized you spent much time thinking about my manhood."), but the Chief, the beat cops, the freaking UPS delivery guy.
(The "package" joke he makes is too terrifying to remember, which is why Esposito doesn't.)
And then there are the witnesses—two guys arguing over a hot dog, a nine year old with a radio-controlled plane, and the perp. And then there's the victim's ex-wife, who turns out to be the PERP's ex-wife, or possibly his sister.
(And then over the course of about twenty minutes, they find a key candy wrapper or two and discover that Mrs. Eleanor Wang is:
a) the perp,
b) not in custody,
c) the proud owner of a really impressive collection of climbing equipment, and also a gun,
d) freaking wiggly.)
It's a long day, made even longer by the fact that every time he looks up, he catches sight of the monstrosity on Ryan's chest, which leads to thoughts of Ryan's chest more generally, which leads to thoughts that he generally tries to avoid thinking while at the precinct.
But finally they leave, Mrs. Eleanor Wang safely in custody and somebody else's responsibility, and if Beckett and Castle are laughing at them, well, that's fine, because on balance Esposito would rather be dealing with an ugly (but removable) sweater vest than with twenty tons of awkwardness and snide comments.
He beats Ryan to the precinct the next morning, by virtue of having lured Ryan back to his place, and also because Ryan's apparently a fussy little twerp who wants to wear his own ugly clothes.
"Whatever, fine," Esposito says. "But I'm keeping this," he adds, holding up the sweatervest. "Going to burn it."
Ryan glares, but nods—and then rolls up to the precinct exactly fifteen minutes after Esposito, wearing a different, but equally hideous, sweatervest.
"Oh, come on," Esposito says, but he's grinning, and Ryan's grinning back, even while he—completely incorrectly—defends the rights of the sweatervest to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
Castle makes faces, but Beckett just looks between the two of them, smirking. And later, when Castle drags Ryan off to bribe him with espresso into making better fashion choices, Esposito looks at her, and smirks back, just a little.