PLEEEASSSE write the fic about casketts daughter thing rick's name is babe
Hi Anon! It has been… absolutely too long since you sent me this prompt and I apologize for that. If you’re still out there, I hope you like this.
“Now, you’re sure you don’tmind staying with her tonight?” Kate asks for probably the eighth timesince opening the door just a few minutes earlier.
Alexis grins, nodding again. Shesets her bag on the table behind the couch, but thinks better of leaving itwithin reach of curious hands and moves it to the breakfast bar. Her babysister is too inquisitive for her own good; it’s best to remove things fromtemptation.
“I’m sure, Kate. You and Dadhaven’t been out without Lily in forever. You need to leave the house forsomething other than work and doctor’s appointments.”
Kate Beckett huffs, but doesn’trefute her claims. Everybody knows they’ve been sticking close to home, andeveryone knows why, but they still deserve a night to let their worries go andrelax.
“So,” Alexis continues,“you’re going to go and have fun that doesn’t involve blocks, plasticplaysets, or cartoon singalongs, and Lily and I will see you in themorning.”
“Fine, fine. Try to make surewe’re not imposing and you mock me. See if I’m considerate of your schedulenext time,” she grumbles, tongue in her cheek. “And we go out plenty,you know.”
“Sure you do,” Alexissays, looking around the room. “Where is Lily anyway? And Dad?”
Kate’s eyes lift toward theceiling. “The dynamic duo is working on getting hardened chunks ofhomemade playdough out of your sister’s hair.”
“Oh yes,” Beckett drawls.“Turns out that, while it is safe and natural, the stuff also effectivelybecomes plaster if you tweak the mixture enough. And tweak the mixture yourfather and sister did. And then your sister decided to slather it over herhead. They’ve been up there a while.”
Thankfully, Kate doesn’t seembothered by her laughter.
“Why don’t I go helpthem?” Alexis suggests. “That way maybe Dad can come down and getready, and you guys can get out of here sooner.”
Kate chuckles. “Thanks,Alexis.”
She grins over her shoulder, makingher way upstairs. Her father’s low voice guides her down the hall toward thebathroom, and her giggling sister’s splashes are enough to tell her they’restill working on cleaning up.
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