Blown Plans
By: S.K. Knight, Zanna Kellett, and AnnMarie Vanderhoof
A/N:
S.K. Knight (DetectiveKateBeckettCastle): Hi, guys! Welcome to mine, Zanna and Ann's first fanfic together! Let me just warn you now, it's gonna be one crazy ride! Worry not, shippers, there's plenty of Caskett lovin' too! Enjoy! PS The case at the beginning is insignificant LOL
Ann (AnnVand): Hello, guys! It's my first time doing a joint fic & I'm really excited. Each of our styles is a little different & each chapter will be written by a different author. Hope you enjoy!
Zanna (ZannaKellett): Well hey there darlin'. Thanks for looking at our fic. I'm super excited to write with these two ladies because they are just crazy awesome and I hope you have a blast as you follow our little adventure!
Chapter 1
Kate knew who had come in before the to-go cup even touched her desk, and she smiled while biting her lip.
"Hey."
Castle took his seat next to her, smirking. "Why hello, Detective Beckett, is someone forgetting what day it happens to be?"
Kate's looked up at him, a blank expression painting her features. "What day is it? I have no idea." She liked how crestfallen his face became at her response. It was fun to tease her boyfriend. If there was one thing she knew about Richard Castle, it was that he was positively the easiest mark on the planet, at least, when it came to her.
"You really forgot?" he asked, frowning unhappily as if he we a five year old whose mother told him he couldn't have the toy he so desperately wanted.
"Sheesh, Castle, lighten up. I know it's your birthday. Besides, I have plans." She donned a saucy smirk, the one that made him melt like butter everytime. He cleared his throat, feeling heat rise in his cheeks.
"You…you do?" he stuttered.
She smiled and leaned in close. "And I have a feeling you're gonna like them."
"Can you tell me what they are?" he asked, once he regained normal speech function. Just then, her desk phone rang, and she covered it as she picked it up. "Now what fun would that be, Castle?"
He narrowed his eyes at her playfully.
"Beckett." She said to the person on the phone and listened as they described a murder, and after a few minutes, she hung up. "Cheer up, Castle, we have a murder."
He lowered his voice. "I would've rather stayed in bed with you this morning doing things we can't talk about."
She bit her lip. "We can't always get what we want, Cas, let's go."
She rose from her chair and signalled to Esposito and Ryan. Castle followed, rather dejectedly.
"What've we got, Perlmutter?" Beckett questioned, making her way over to the Central Park bench on which the corpse sat, cold and still.
Perlmutter, this birthday just keeps getting better and better. Castle thought bitterly.
Perlmutter turned his attention back to the corpse: A dark haired woman in a business suit, and then looked up at Beckett. "White female, approximately twenty to twenty three years old, gunshot through the back of her head, execution style."
"Any ID?" Beckett asked, and he handed it to her. "Clare Thomas, twenty two." She read.
"I'll know more when I get her on the table." Perlmutter assured her.
"Ryan, Espo, canvas and find out if anyone saw or heard anything unusual." Beckett commanded.
"You got it." Ryan said and he and Esposito started the interviews.
"Castle, you're with me. We have to talk to Clare's friend, Emily Peterson. She found Clare this morning." Beckett informed him. They made their way over to the distraught young woman in a similar suit. "Emily," Beckett began gently, "I'm Detective Kate Beckett, NYPD. We're here to find out what happened to Clare."
Emily sniffed and wiped off her face which was read from crying. "Hi."
Beckett led her to a bench and they sat down. "What happened this morning?"
"I got a text from Clare this morning saying to meet her in the park and that she needed to talk. When I got here," Emily's eyes watered with fresh tears, "she was dead."
"What did she want to talk about?" Beckett queried.
"I think she might've been pregnant. She and her husband had been trying a long time." Emily answered.
"What's her husband's name?" Beckett asked.
"Jason Thomas." Emily answered.
"Thank you." Beckett told her, and she and Castle made their way back to the 12th.
Once they got back to the precinct, Ryan and Esposito provided their own evidence. A few minutes later, Beckett's phone lit up with a text.
"Perlmutter's got something." she said.
Castle sighed. "Okay."
This was the first time in Castle's life he wanted a case to be over. He wanted to spend his birthday with his girlfriend and see what she had planned for him, but this case was going painfully slow.
On the way down to the morgue, Castle tried fruitlessly to pester Kate for more details. "Just one hint."
"No, Castle." She answered, slightly pleased at his curiosity.
"Please? I'll behave."
"You never behave, why start now?"
"Touché, Detective, touché. Please?"
She turned to face him a few steps away from the morgue. "You're not going to stop until I tell you, are you?"
He resisted the urge to pull her closer and decided on gulping instead. "Well…I…um, that was the overall…"
She smiled and leaned up to his ear. "What if I told you…the plan was a bath? Just the two of us…candles…nothing on but bubbles…"
Castle's cheeks grew hot for the second time that day. "Well…Kate… I…"
She had already smiled and walked into the morgue, and he followed, biting his hand before going in. "Well, if it isn't Detective Beckett and her vigilante writer attempting to masquerade as a cop, which he clearly is not." Perlmutter said.
"Good day to you too, Perlmutter." Castle replied in a less than pleased tone.
"It would be a good day, if you'd decided to stay home, but we can't all get what we want, can we?" Perlmutter replied.
Beckett quickly interrupted. "What was the call for?" "
The call, Detective, was because…"
Castle didn't hear anything after that, allowed himself to drift into a dream.
The silk white robe slipped off her shoulders as he watched her step into the tub. She sat down, bubbles rising up to her chest.
"Castle…" she purred seductively, and he could feel himself losing what little control he had. Before he knew it, he was in the tub too, and she was straddling him, skin against skin, soapy bubbles all over them. Her caramel colored locks were pulled up into a messy bun. She leaned down and pressed seductive kisses to the sweet spots on his neck.
"Kate…" he groaned, reaching up to ghost her chest with his fingers, just wanting to touch her. He felt her slick, smooth skin underneath his fingers and was satisfied when she moaned. It was the sexiest sound he'd ever heard her make, and he tried to ignore the growing feeling he felt in his lower region. He breathed the smell of cherry shampoo and vanilla candles. She smirked and bit the spot on his neck where it met his collarbone. He leaned up to kiss her neck, just below her chin. Her lips parted slightly while her eyes closed.
"I want you, Kate." He growled softly in her ear.
"Then take me." She whispered back.
That was the last straw for Castle; he let her get out dry off. She wrapped a towel around her body and he pulled her close after he got out. He reached up to her bun and undid it, letting her hair fall like a halo around her shoulders. He lifted her up into his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He put his mouth against hers, waiting until she opened it. When she did, their tongues met. He carried her to her bed and laid her down, breaking the kiss.
"Kate?" he said.
"Yeah?" she panted slightly.
"You look beautiful, but the towel needs to go." He said, taking it off of her.
The only things heard for the rest of the night were Beckett's sighs of "Castle…Castle…Castle…"
"Castle!" He was ripped from his dream by Beckett's harsh reprimand and a crash. He barely had time to dive under the autopsy table before the morgue exploded. When the dust cleared, he franticly searched around the morgue for his girlfriend and Dr. Perlmutter. He got to his feet, coughing violently, careful not to touch the yellow liquid or the glass from the vial he had broken.
"Beckett? Perlmutter?" he called, worried.
He searched further through the rubble of the morgue. He heard a cough and rushed toward it. Perlmutter was lying under a few rocks, some cuts and scratches on his head. Castle pulled the rocks off him and helped him up.
"Castle…you idiot. " Perlmutter coughed, frowning.
Castle ignored him. "Where's Beckett?"
"That…" Perlmutter went into another coughing fit, "was a very dangerous chemical you knocked over. You could've killed us."
"Where's Beckett?" Castle repeated, sterner.
"I saw her dive under an autopsy table just as it blew." He answered. Castle rushed off to find her. After a bit of a search, he found her lying under an autopsy table, a shallow gash on her forehead. "Kate…Kate…" he breathed, and his heart sank into his stomach.
He stayed with her after he called an ambulance for her and Perlmutter. When it arrived, he went with them, telling himself she would be okay. He only hoped he was right.