So for those of you who are new to this story, welcome! You have come at a very good time. I have recently revamped this story so feel free to just read and review - ignoring the other comments. For those of you who know the original plot... that's not happening anymore but the whole 'turnabout' theme is still there which is why the title is the same. I've also edited some of this story but nothing drastic. Enjoy 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Castle or anything associated with it.
Kate groaned as she heard her cellphone ring and vibrate against the nightstand.
"Donanserit." The body draped over her mumbled into her shoulder.
"I have to Rick you know that." Groaning, Rick lifted his head enough to show her that he was not happy with being woken up at five o'clock in the morning. A moment later, however, he smiled at the realization that Kate Beckett was in his bed.
"Good morning." He lowered his head to kiss her lips chastely before rolling off of her so that she could get up.
"Morning." She responded with a smile before flipping the phone open.
"Beckett." She answered briefly. She listened a few moments before taking a pen out of the drawer next to her and jotting down an address. "Alright, we'll be there in thirty." Rick had stretched his limbs and was now awake enough to lean over the detective to read the address.
"This is just down the street, why did you tell them we would be there in half an hour?" Kate replaced the phone on the table and looked at him with her perfect bambi eyes.
"So you don't want to shower with your girlfriend this morning? Alright." She shrugged and stood, naked, to walk towards his washroom. She had taken three steps when she was suddenly tackled into the washroom by a naked Rick who would never turn down an opportunity to wash his girlfriend's back.
The crime scene was odd to say the least. No blood spatter, no witnesses. Just a man in a suit with a knife in his back lying on a typically busy sidewalk.
"Do I even have to guess the cause of death, Lanie?" Beckett approached the medical examiner, smelling like cherries. Esposito approached the trio with a notebook in his hand.
"Alex Crest, age 32. According to his business card he is a small claims lawyer in a firm downtown."
"Stabbed in the back with a six inch blade." Lanie finished his sentence.
"A lawyer stabbed in the back?" Castle exclaimed incredulously. "There are so many jokes I could make right now." Beckett glared at him.
"But you won't make them." He suddenly sobered.
"Right." Lanie raised an amused eyebrow at the couple.
"Shower sex?" The ME asked.
"It always makes him so submissive in the mornings; I love it." Castle, for his part, was not entirely silent.
"Hey. What happened to keeping our private life private?"
"Don't worry about it Bro," Esposito nodded to him. "Lanie talks about our sex life all the time."
"Yeah but you guys are married." The Hispanic was about to respond when his partner appeared behind him.
"And this is why I am so glad that Jenny has absolutely nothing to do with the NYPD."
"Don't worry, you've still got us," his partner clapped him on the back "honeymilk." Rolling her eyes at the trio, Beckett turned back to her friend only to see her staring off into space, her face slightly pale – which was odd for the coloured woman.
"Lanie you okay?" The ME snapped back to reality with a small smile that didn't go unnoticed by anyone in the group.
"Yeah I'm okay girl. Just a little bug."
"Okay…" Her voice trailed off as she slipped back into detective mode. Obviously something was wrong with Lanie but she wasn't going to get anything out of her until she was back down at the morgue.
Esposito observed his wife with curiosity. "I think I'm going to ride back with the body." He announced as the cart was being loaded into the vehicle. Everyone rolled their eyes. That was the same move that got "Esplanie" together in the first place. Not bothering to make a remark, the rest of the gang began their duties as detectives – or honorary detective in Castle's case – and decided not to worry about Lanie until she was ready to talk to them.