[dated to Jan 12]

[turnedoutfine]

It had been almost a month since that crazy party, and the guilt was absolutely eating Alexis up inside. She hated keeping things from her dad, keeping secrets, and this was like the subway thing all over again, except way worse. What she'd done this time was so much worse than that

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[stormweathered]

Castle had found a lot of things in his bed before -- beautiful women, crumbs of food, a really lucky lottery ticket the once -- but upset-looking daughters were a rarity and one that got him really worried. He set his books down on the table just inside the room and slowly approached, like she was a wounded animal.

"Alexis? Sweetheart, what's going on?" he asked. "Do I have to have Beckett kill Cooper?"

[turnedoutfine]

"No, Dad," Alexis replied, trying for annoyed but mostly sounding shaky and congested. She drew in a shuddering little sniff of a breath and blew it out. "Daddy, I have to tell you something. And you're not gonna like it."

[stormweathered]

He came closer, now incredibly worried as all the worst possibilities went through his mind. "Alexis," he started, sitting down on the edge of the bed and staring at her with worry. "You know you can tell me anything, right? Am I...am I going to be a grandfather...?"

[turnedoutfine]

She wasn't even able to bring herself to roll her eyes like usual, but at least what Castle had guessed was probably worse than the reality, relatively speaking.

"Not unless I'm about to get visited by an angel," she replied wearily. "It's about that party I went to, about a month ago."