A/N: I had every intention of relieving myself from FF for a while, because I have had NO ideas flowing for my own stories, and then when I wrapped everything up, I had NO ideas still, but of course FF entered my mind… and I am here to bring you an unusual FF… So you know those Jehovah's witnesses that come knocking on people's doors… it's about them… well sort of.

Enjoy: D

Rushing for the door, Richard Castle grabbed his keys and threw the door open. He was already running late, and Detective Kate Beckett was going to tear him a new badge. She already complained about his tardiness, accusing him of never taking anything seriously, which he instantly refuted. But this would prove her point, for sure.

He stepped back, surprised to be greeted by a man and woman, dressed in semi-formal wear, modest, carrying bibles in their hand.

Damn, this was going to delay him by at least 10 minutes.

Castle had always been careful not to be abrupt when dealing people, it wasn't good publicity, and he had discovered that his tactfulness and good nature worked in his favor, most of the time.

"Hello," the woman greeted with a friendly smile. She was pretty, average height and weight, with curly brown hair and warm kind eyes to match. She looked no older than 25. The woman introduced herself. "My name is Erin Jones and this is my husband Hamish… we're Jehovah's Witnesses, and-"

Castle shifted on his feet. Beckett was really going to let him have it now; he was never going to hear the end of her you-never-take-this-seriously lecture.

"I'd love to stop and chat," he explained. He had always wondered about these people, why they didn't have REAL jobs and why they bothered people who showed such little interest. "But my ears are tired of hearing the same words. My partner, she tends to pull out the firearm when I'm late."

Hamish laughed. He was a handsome man, looking slightly younger than his wife, with short light-brown hair, and brown eyes, his facial features were strong, and his face was symmetrical. Without knowing him from Adam, Castle assumed Hamish turned his fair share of heads. But his personality seemed no match for his looks; he didn't stand with the effect that he was cocky or arrogant. He stood with confidence, but

"That's alright," he said to Castle. "Erin and I might catch you another time…"

Castle nodded. "Wonderful!"

"Can we leave you with this little tract," Erin offered smiling politely as she held out a leaflet entitled 'A new word'. Castle accepted it, with a nod and closed his apartment door behind him. "It was nice to meet you anyway…" Erin said.

"Enjoy the rest of your day," Hamish added.

Castle felt a sense of warmness flood through him, as he waved, hurrying down the hall to hail a cab. People weren't polite much anymore, especially strangers. Castle liked the two of them, they were nice enough, he thought, before his thoughts crossed back to work. How was he going to persuade Beckett that his reasons for tardiness were valid?

He could always blame the Jehovah's Witnesses, he thought with a silent laugh.

The moment he walked into the precinct, Beckett spotted him.

He hid his face behind his keys, hoping his invisibility coat worked, the one he had told Alexis about when she was a child, scared of the monsters under her bed.

"CASTLE!" she roared.

Nope, didn't work.

He looked up and grinned. "Hi Detective, what a pleasant surprise!"

She rolled her eyes. "And you wonder WHY I never want to take you anywhere, you NEVER take me seriously. You think you can treat me like a book, you work on whenever you could be bothered."

"Hey," he cried. "I resent that, I work hard on my novels."

Beckett groaned. "Not the point. We have work to do…"

"Where do you want me?" he said eagerly.

"Preferably, in a body bag…" she muttered as they headed for the elevator.

PLEASE let me know if this is semi-interesting. I have plans to actually create a crime… So *fingers crossed* my first attempt in an FF. Cause I am NO good at that, but you faithful readers might think different. Go ahead… leave me a review and tell me what you think, rant, rave, love, hate… whatever!

Ps. WHO is the victim? *hint* you know them…