Richard Castle strode into the precinct, stopping at his partner Kate Beckett's desk.
"Why does it look like the cast of Jersey Shore has invaded the precinct?"
Beckett looked up from her computer screen and turned her head wearily to the group of 50 or so wasted teens sitting in the holding area. "It appears that a Fraternity party got a little too wild. A freshman by the name of Aaron Henry was found murdered at the party."
Castle's brow furrowed. He never seemed to be affected by the murders he observed on a daily basis, but when it happened to be someone his daughter's age, it hit a little close to home. Beckett gave him a knowing look, and stood up. Castle followed Beckett as she walked over to the group of partiers.
The group smelled strongly of weed, booze, and sweat. Beckett gave the group and assertive look and announced, "So here is what's going to happen, each of you are going to go into questioning. I didn't bring you here to bust you for whatever illegal acts you have gotten into. I am a homicide investigator, not a cop busting you for underage drinking, so if you cooperate with me I can let you leave with minimum charges."
A clearly intoxicated young man wearing a bro tank and had his hat to the side wolf whistled at Beckett and shouted, "Hey lady can I get a private investigation? And by that I mean a blowjob." Castle looked at the floor, unable to stifle his chuckle. Beckett, on the verge of losing her stature, turned around abruptly, muttering "smooth".
The irritated investigator walked back to her desk, grabbing a folder of the suspect's names. Castle leant against the desk and smirked. Beckett, noticing his smug look returned a glare.
"Is there anything particularly amusing about having to work with a group of Frat boys a.k.a glorified douchebags?"
Castle smiled. "Beckett as much as I love to watch you squirm, that is not why I am smiling; though not that I am thinking about it maybe I could get a private investigation later?"
The detective gave him the deadliest glare she could assemble. Castle shrunk immediately, realizing Beckett was clearly not in a joking mode.
"I'm just thankful that my daughter did not turn out like all of these messed up girls who go to Frat parties. In fact, I bet my little princess is in her dorm room right now reading a text book for her class," he put his hand on his chest dramatically, "If anything, this is really a reflection on my outstanding parenting skills."
Beckett raised her eyebrows and indicated for Castle to turn around. Right behind him stood his "little girl", in a dress 3 times to small. Alexis put on the most innocent face she could muster and uttered:
"Hi daddy".
Now it was Beckett's turn to smirk.