#and castillo in the middle with his castillo glare. everyone singing and dancing around him. tis the season babes]

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Hey Lieutenant, you've got any place to go for Christmas? Tubbs quizzes curiously.

Just past the window, as the sky turned a drowsy purple, Christmas lights began winking around the palm trees and a curious rendition of “Let It Snow” chimed in because screw Miami, it’s December 22nd. Castillo remained in his seat eating what was left of his limp sandwich while the team started filing out. Tubbs stuck by, though.

If she ever sat on the table rattling a snow globe to her ear, it wouldn’t surprise him. 

“Someone needs to keep an eye on Lombard. Tie up loose ends,” he finally said after a drawn-out silence. He continued chewing and stared into the void at the far end of the room. Then, “Crockett’s off… I want you in.”