So this was born from a tumblr prompt ("Their teenage twin daughters are in trouble") and it just blossomed into a beautiful creative butterfly that kept me up at night. I'll keep it light, but while this chapter is a bit more fluff the story will develop into a stronger plot with a couple twists and turns.

Disclaimer: Any characters related to the TV Castle are currently owned by ABC and Andrew Marlowe. Any new characters are created by pure imagination.

"You think this was a good idea now?!" she heard her sister whisper – or wait yell – yeah that was definitely a yell. Huh, strange. I guess this is what happens when you're drunk.

They had been invited to a warehouse party, well she was invited and being the 'nice' sister that she was forced her twin to come along. I mean it was Saturday night and their parents were out at some charity function so why not. It also gave Ava the chance to get Ella out of the loft and avoid studying for SATs.

"Supers good idea," she spat back at Ella.

And it was a good idea. The party was popping, literally and figuratively. They had gotten there around midnight and the bubbles had already began to flow.

"Seriously a foam party?! How is that a good idea Ava! Now we're both covered in I don't even know what anymore, you're plastered and I can't find my phone," Ella continued as they made their way into the elevator.

Oh yeah her phone – wait where is my phone? Damn. I finally got that cute senior girl's number and I don't even have my phone anymore.

Ella turned to face her and said, "We need a game plan. We need to get our story straight for mom and dad."

"Don'ts worry about them sis. They probably aren't even home yet," Ava said.

"Av," Ella said softly, "It's 5 a.m. WHERE ELSE WOULD THEY BE?" she yelled.

Just then the elevator dinged as it reached their floor. Ella got out first and so she grabbed her sister's arm and pulled her back. "Listen this is my fault so just, just blame me. I mean, I'm technically already grounded so what's the worse that could happen?" Ava said as she dropped her head.

She heard Ella puff before she looked up at her again. People had always said that they looked like their mother – you know similar features and what not. They had her cheekbones, eyes and thank god they got her nose, but they ended up with their dad's eyes. And right now those were the eyes she was looking at in her sister. Deep blues filled with kindness and just a pinch of annoyance at the moment.

"No," Ella finally spoke. "We're in this together, come on," she said as she pulled Ava out of the elevator to the front door.

Ella took out her keys and fitted one into the door before she turned to Ava and said, "Ready?"

Ava just nodded. She had been in trouble before and come on her dad was Richard Castle. Before Kate Beckett came into his life he was known to party from time to time. If they did encounter their parents tonight they'd have enough past party baggage to avoid any serious punishment.

The lock clicked open and the girls entered the loft. The entrance light was still dimmed, but the rest of the room was dark.

"Oh good, they're asleep," Ella whispered.

Just then the kitchen light flipped on and there he was, standing in the kitchen, scotch glass in hand and still in his tux.

"Good morning," he said flatly.

Ava felt her sister slump down beside her, so she took the opportunity to step up.

"Oh hey dad. Didn't think you would still be awake. Did you and mom have a nice time at the event? What was it for this time, kids or cops?"

"Kids and it was great thanks for asking," he retorted back. "You know how much I love a good party - the food, the drinks, the dancing, your mother - it made for quite an enjoyable evening."

"Oh great, I'm glad you had–" she said before getting cut off.

"That was before we came home to find your brother alone on the couch and you two no where to be seen," he continued. "So tell me Ava, what was it this time, kids or cops?"

"Come on dad you know I'm not into kids anymore, I enjoy a grown woman," she sassed back at him.

He moved from around the counter and walked towards the two of them before he stopped to get a good look at what they we wearing and whatever they were covered in.

"Must've been fun," he started.

Ella took the opportunity to speak up, but their father stopped them again.

"Look it's late, or rather early, and I don't really want to deal with this right now so how about you two head upstairs and we'll talk about this is the morning," he said as he took another step forward and kissed the both of them on top of their heads.

The two of them then started to climb the stairs when he spoke again, "Oh and don't forget Sunday brunch of at 9 a.m. so have a good nap."

They both just continued up the steps, "Oh god I do not want to deal with mom at 9 a.m. I just want to shower and sleep," Ava said.

"Literally same," Ella laughed.

The twins reached the top and made their way to their room. Ava entered first, "Oh damn."

"What?" Ella asked.

She then shortly answered her own question, because there she was - their mother - calmly sitting on Ava's bed, legs and arms crossed and still dressed in her black evening gown looking like a freaking super model at 5 a.m.

The girls just looked at each other and then back to their mom.

"Good morning babes," she spoke. "Got a minute to chat?"

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