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1. Rainy Day Panty Parade.

Prompt: Underwear

From: Bitterann

She sighed as she clomped down the stairs in the loft and made her way through the kitchen to the refrigerator. Leaning against the heavy stainless steal door as the cool air wafted over her, she tapped her fingers against her thigh. She was bored. Too bored. This summer thing, this break, this vacation, this transition in life stages was exhilarating but daunting at the same time.

With a sigh she closed the door and leaned back against the fridge. She wasn't even hungry. She needed something to do. Now.

Running. There was always running.

She glanced out the window. It was raining.

She ran a hand through her hair as her cheeks puffed out with an aggravated sigh. She was tired of reading, she didn't want to watch a movie; the kitchen was spotless.

Ugh.

She could hear the clacking of typing coming from the office. She could always go bother him.

No.

No, she couldn't. He had a deadline coming up and she had made promise to write until he was done. No distractions. What kind of message would it send if she were the one to distract him? Really? She would never hear the end of it and it would be impossible to get him to go back to work.

No, she had to figure out another way to entertain herself.

Some of those gaming things had always looked kind of interesting. She could always just play one of those.

She sighed again. No, she wouldn't sink to that level. She had held out this long; she wasn't going to let herself give in now. Wii boxing was not going to get the best of her. No. Nope. Nuh uh.

She pushed herself off of the fridge and picked a sweater off of one of the stools standing at the bar. Well, she could always do laundry. That was an exciting Thursday evening, right there. Yep. Thrilling. Completely epic, but her boyfriend was busy, her friends were at work. What else could she do? She could always call Lanie and beg to come hang out at the morgue but that could just be awkward. Everyone was still so on edge.

She bit her lip, chewing it slightly as she debated for a moment.

No. She wouldn't do that. Laundry. She would do laundry.

She trudged across the loft, run her hands through hair a couple of times before pulling it up into a knot on the back of her head. She made her way through the office and was offered a grunt of acknowledgement, the typing never slowing or stopping. She rolled her eyes with a sigh, before mentally reprimanded herself. It wasn't his fault; he had to work and she couldn't have his attention all the time. Hell, she didn't want his attention all the time. That would literally drive her insane.

No, this was good.

She made her way into the master bedroom, gathering up any articles of clothing strewn across the room along the way, and pushed open the closet doors. She pulled out the laundry basket and let her armful of laundry fall into the half-full bin. Turning around, she saw a scrap of black fabric sticking out from under the bed and let out a groan. That man. Seriously? He had a laundry basket for a reason.

She dropped to her knees and braced herself with one hand, gripping the edge of the mattress as she reached under the bed to pull out the elusive article of clothing. She inched back reaching for the basket, dropping the black cotton thong into it with a huff.

Wait.

What?

Thong?

"Oh my God!" She cried out, eyes wide as she stared down at the basket.

He had a… what?

But he hadn't been seeing anyone and she had only been gone for one night. There had been no fan girls, no flight attendants, no ex-wives. Nothing. No one… except…

Alexis stalked into the office, laundry basket under one arm, the offending pair of underwear out in front of her, dangling off of one finger of the other.

"Father! Do you have some thing you would like to tell me?" She asked, eyes ablaze with worry and fear and excitement? There might be a little excitement, but mostly just anger, worry and fear. Yes.

Castle's lifted his head from his laptop lazily, slowly breaking out of his writer's daze. "What's wrong sweetie?"

Alexis jutted her arm out a little bit farther, and Castle's eyes grew wide, his mouth forming a perfect 'O'.

"Well, sweetie, there is something I need to talk to you about…"

Alexis raised an eyebrow, dropping the thong into the basket as she pursed her lips and waited for her father to spill the beans. Finally.

"I've taken up cross dressing."

She let out a startled laugh.

"Funny, Dad. Real funny," she turned to exit the office, basket still held securely under her arm. "Tell Detective Beckett… umm, Kate, I said hi, next time you get together for 'research'."

"Wait? What? Why do you think I'm sleeping with Kate?"

Alexis turned around, letting out another eye roll as she stepped back into the office. "Oh, please. You went back to the precinct and you've been whistling. I figured something had happened but this is just confirmation. Seriously, Dad, how long did you think you'd be able to keep this a secret?"

"I, well, I don't…" Castle stuttered, eyes wide.

Alexis arched and eyebrow, a slight twinkle returning to her gaze. "And to think, with comebacks like that you think you'd be a best selling author or something. Come to think of it, how long have you two been 'together' anyway?"

Castle let out another huff, running a hand through his hair, answering with a slight wince "A week? Since you're graduation night, actually…"

Alexis let out a knowing hum, as she slowly backed towards the door. "Good to know. I won the pool."

"Pool? What pool?" Castle asked, bewildered.

"The one at the precinct. Lanie will be mad. She missed it by two days."

Castle let out another huff as his phone buzzed, an incoming text message. His lips broke into a small smile and Alexis could literally see his face light up.

He was happy and his happiness was infectious. She could be happy about this. She could, even if the pit in her stomach was starting to grow again, even if she still had the sinking sensation that something was going to go terribly wrong.

"Gotta go, kiddo!" Castle proclaimed as he jumped out if his chair, bounding around the side of the desk and giving her a peck on the cheek before turning back towards his bedroom.

Alexis watched as he paused, snapping his fingers before turning back around and plucking the underwear out of the basket. "I'd better take these. You know, return them to their rightful owner and well, um, yeah. Thanks for doing the laundry!"

Alexis' nose crinkled up as she watched him shove them into his pocket. She shook her head as she watched the door to her father's room slam shut.

Gross.