TITLE: Castle and Beckett-A Brand New Perfume
AUHTOR: YouSmellLikeCherries
AGE: Heat Wave-like
SETTING: Approx. Season Two, New York City
PERSPECTIVE: Certain chapters from Beckett's perspective and certain chapters from Castle's persective
REASON: Exlporing the love/hate relationship of our beloved Castle and Beckett
CHAPTER ONE: SCENE ONE- RICHARD CASTLE'S BEDROOM
Ring ring. Richard Castle flopped over on his stomach and stuffed a fluffy pink pillow over his head to drown out the horrid sound of the sharp noise. Ring riinnng. He wrapped the pillow around his head, and then suddenly wondered why soft, girly pinkness was enveloping his chiseled, roguish face…
Castle quickly sat up, ran his hand through his ruffled, but sexy hair, and muttered, "Aleexiis…" I must have been snoring again…and she probably came in and threw her pillow at me…
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing. "DAMNIT, will somebody answer that phone!" he moaned. "Oh wait, that would be my cell phone," he explained to himself softly stuttering. BECKETT! MURDER? CORPSE? Who else would be calling me at this hour? He leapt out of bed, filled with a sudden jolt of excitement, but got tangled up in his sheets and fell flat on his face. "OWWW…" He slowly turned his bruised face, eyes still wide with hopeful energy, and reached up to snatch his cell phone.
"Hello!? Beckett!?" blinking END CALL. "Ughhh." Castle pressed "1" and "Send" and anxiously awaited the sound of Beckett's velvety voice.
"CASTLE, do you have other important things to do, instead of answering my calls that UNFORTUNATELY the NYPD demands I make?" Beckett said annoyed.
"Whhaatt? I was SLEEPING." he said offended. "Or am I not allowed to do that either? I have to wait in the car when something fun is going on, but I have to be on your beck and call at the wee hours of the night?….I'm sorry Detective Beckett, but we really haven't reached that stage in our relationship yet…" He paused, and smirked, "But then again, if you have needs…I MAY be able to help you out…" He chuckled to himself.
There was a long pause on Beckett's end.
"Castle, its 7pm," she said monotone. "You were sleeping?" she laughed obnoxiously. "Wow
Castle, that celebrity lifestyle you're leading is REALLY keeping you busy isn't it?" she chuckled again and stopped. "So, W50th and 12th, you coming or not?"
Castle, looking very hurt at her comments, suddenly perked up, "Yes m'am!"
CHAPTER ONE: SCENE TWO-W50th and 12th
Castle arrived just in time to see Detective Kate Beckett step out of her car, look around, and get back in to grab her stuff. He quickly tiptoed over to her car, crouched down, and scooted over to where Beckett was leaned over, grabbing a bag on the car seat. He took a second to observe her forceful, yet graceful movements, and noticed, as she leaned farther into the car, that she had some sort of small tattoo on the side of her hip bone. He grinned and held back the urge to push her belt down a little so he could see what the tattoo was. Mission- find out about Beckett's tattoo. He added that to his long mental TO-DO list. Most of the tasks on the list involved Beckett in some way or another…What could he say, that woman was, well, quite a woman!
Beckett started to get up and Castle crouched, ready for attack…
"BOOO!" he yelled as he grabbed her delicate shoulders and leaned his head around towards the side of her face, hovering over her, suddenly with his face very close to hers. She tensed, but didn't seem surprised, turned her head to face his, looked him straight in the eyes and said, "Castle, I'm a COP. You think I didn't see you 5 minutes ago, rolling around the street like a 12-year old?" She rolled her eyes. Although surprised, he pretended not to be surprised. He leaned in closer, with their faces only a few inches away.
"I kneeww that," Castle said in his 12-year old voice. And then immediately he changed to his deep, husky voice. "I just wanted to see if you smelled like cherries again." He grinned, cute and lopsided. Beckett immediately turned the color of fresh blood. Castle could almost sense the immediate rise in temperature of Beckett's body. He liked this feeling. Beckett, fully embarrassed, quickly glanced down to the ground, and then up to Castle's face again. Castle continued to hold his grin, as he felt no strong desire to remove himself from the moment. Right now, he truly wanted to extend this moment as long as possible. He loved to see Beckett squirm, he loved to see her lose her calm, and he LOVED her cherry scent, and her minty fresh breathe that escaped to lightly wash over his lips. Beckett opened her mouth, as if to speak, and her eyes darted around on various parts of his body, stopping at his lips and causing a gulp emerge awkwardly. He waited anxiously to greet her next move.
"Rick Castle!??" A high-pitched, and enthusiastic voice suddenly exclaimed, breaking the intensity of the moment. Castle whipped around, and looked over to see a young attractive female, in her late 20s/early 30s standing there in a short dress and high heels. The blonde stretched out her hand towards Castle, apparently waiting for him to do the honors and greet it with a kiss. Castle, caught off guard and feeling momentarily very awkward with Beckett watching all this, stuttered,
"Heyyy…Jesseee. How's it going?" He immediately composed himself, channeling the inner Rick Castle celebrity, and said, "My dear, you are more gorgeous than ever." He leaned down, kissed her hand, and smiled. He turned around, and looked at Beckett, who was glaring at the young woman, hands crossed over her chest, and said, "Hey Detective Beckett, this is Jesse Saffron. Jesse, this is the wonderful Detective Beckett." They looked at each other, performed the cursory up and down glance, and neither said a word. Castle felt the tension in the moment, and finally said, "Jesse is a private investigator. From Boston. Knew her since I was a kid." He paused. "Speaking of! What are you doing here Jesse!?"
"Well Hun, I'm moving to New York! Isn't that great? I am already loving it here, and now I bump into you! This is going to be so much fun! We absolutely HAVE to catch up. I've missed you…" she grinned slyly and leaned closer to him.
Castle cleared his throat and leaned back a little. "Uhh of course, Jess! I'm looking forward to it!" He stepped back and bumped into Beckett. He hunched his shoulders and did his best imitation of a 12-year old caught with his hand in the candy jar. "Sorry!" Beckett just raised an eyebrow and turned around, giving him the cold shoulder. "Sorry Jess, but I have to go, I'm on a case right now, there's a corpse! But I'll call you!" And with that he whipped around and trotted after Beckett, like a little puppy dog looking for the approval of its master.
CHAPTER ONE: SCENE THREE- NYPD-12th PRECINCT
After examining the body, they returned to the precinct to organize evidence and formulate leads. Castle was feeling a bit discouraged, because Beckett had been very curt and distant from him for the last few hours of gathering evidence. He wondered, suddenly, if it had anything to do with Jesse showing up there, disturbing their detecting. Or maybe…could she be?…nawww…she couldn't be jealous…could she?
"CASTLE. Stop daydreaming. If you wanna daydream, go home. We don't need wishy washy writers acting as traffic cones in this office…" said Beckett, looking more and more annoyed at him as the day passed on. "Captain wants us in his office. Says its important." She turned and strolled off to the Captain's office. Castle followed, now starting to get really aggravated by her blunt rudeness. Even for Beckett, this was a little harsh. He stepped into the large spacious office and gave the Captain a nod.
"Take a seat Castle," he said. Castle sat down, quickly glanced at Beckett, who kept her eyes on the Captain, and then glanced back to face the man. "Now Castle, Beckett– Ryan and Esposito just made some ground on the Hilliard case. We have a lead, and we're pretty sure about this one. Ever heard of the Boomerfields?"
"No sir," answered Beckett.
Something triggered in Castle's brain. "Actuallly sir, I think I may have? I think they're….wait…hold on…YES, they're that crazy gambling family!"
"That's correct Castle. The Boomerfields are a close crime family involved in the sorts- gambling, drugs, fraud…all that fun stuff. Well we have evidence that connects our body to the Boomerfields."
"Coool. Those guys are a legend…" Castle mused and grinned. Beckett rolled her eyes.
"So sir, what's the plan?" demanded Beckett.
"Well…here's the thing. The Boomerfields are INCREDIBLY hard to get access to. Nobody can ever reach them, and they have their huge gang of commorades protecting them and helping them out at every second. The only access that the outside world ever has with them is through their favorite gambling activity."
"And sir what would that be?" questioned Beckett.
"That would be- poker. I'm going to need to send a couple of folks undercover…"
"Wait…" Beckett said tensely. "You don't mean…."
"You and Castle."
"AWESOME!" Castle exclaimed.
"Nooo noo noo no no." Beckett said shaking her head. "Out of the question."
"Detective Beckett." The Captain said tersely. "I didn't ASK you. I TOLD you that this is how it's going to be. Castle has more experience with poker than any of us. He has shown lots of promise, and I think he's ready."
Castle flashed his pearly whites at Beckett and she glared at him.
"Oh, and one more thing," added the Captain. "They have this thing going…well… its couples' poker." He paused. "You two are going as Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds."