Author's note: hii guys! This is the first fic that I ever decide to finish and posting so I'm super nervous! Don't be judge too hard, please? hahah (also, I'm a latin girl, so give me a head up if you see some horrible grammar/vocab mistake!)

Anyway, let me just warn you Beckett is not pregnant, it's something else with a kid, but I can't say more or I'll spoil you. Please review it'll make my world! And also, you can always talk to me on tumblr (rememberthesparks). Ok, I'm done being annoying. Go read (:

Game On

"I cannot believe you don't have a videogame"

"You've been going to my place for all this time and now you decide to piss me off about this?"

"Let's just say it wasn't my main focus, if you know what I mean" Castle shot his girlfriend a naughty look and she just rolled her eyes

"So what, I don't play videogames"

"What do you mean, so what? Are you crazy? Videogames are the most awesome, cool-"

"-How old are you again, Castle?" She cut him off.

She had already left him behind, drinking the last sip of her Starbucks coffee and throwing it away, before climbing the creaking porch front steps of her crime scene of the day when he protested, bouncing after her "Hey, videogames are not childish…" and so he went on, forever babbling about the greatness of Xbox, but she had stopped listening, unconsciously smiling as the nine year old on a sugar rush she had learned to love resurfaced.

"Wow, this is a fancy place" Castle looked around "I mean, if you don't mind all the dust and cobwebs"

"And the dead body" Kate shook her head to free her eyes of light strands of straightened hair that insisted on falling over her face.

"Yeah, and that" Castle admitted, like that was just a minor detail. He was truly mesmerized by the place "Seriously. This is all designed furniture, good stuff"

"Castle, you sound like a drug dealer" Beckett also analyzed the place, her clinical eyes looking for any blood or the slightest trace of evidence that was, but apparently it hadn't been barely touched, much less trashed.

He ignored her "I'm telling you, the family that lived here must have been one of the richest back in the 50s"

"I'm wondering how this place is still standing. This has been abandoned for years and it is in the middle of Manhattan. There should be a huge building here instead"

"Well, someone must have been paying for it all along. But why pay for it if you're gonna leave it like this?"

"And why is there a dead man in here if it's been closed all this time? It can't be a coincidence" And just like that, they were yet again, already face to face, reading each other's mind.

They went upstairs, where the body had been found. The amount of blood in the main suite made even Beckett sick to her stomach. There was blood spatter from the bed to the ceiling, and, of course, the slimy puddle that had only one origin: the head lying on the floor by the bed, right where Lanie was kneeling. As soon as she heard the duo approach, she got up, careful not to step on places she shouldn't

"Looks like your boy suffered a lot before he died. I can obviously say he's been stabbed." She pointed to the body behind her. His face was mutilated. There were deep knives scars all over his neck and torso "But I can't know more before I take him down to the lab. So far I can tell you this much: he was on the bed when the attack happened and he must have fallen to the ground halfway through it, maybe he was trying to defend himself, I'm not sure yet"

"Okay, thanks Lanie"

CSUs were quietly collecting forensic evidence on the whole floor, even though it was obvious that the bedroom was the only room recently habited. It wasn't long before Esposito entered

"Yo Beckett"

"Hey Espo"

"We found the murder weapon on a dumpster right around the corner. There was no blood trail, but the assassin didn't bother hiding it. CSUs will run it for prints, but I'm pretty sure they won't find any"

"Of course not. Where is Ryan?"

"He's talking to the boy who found the body and I'll join him to interview the neighbours. By the way, vic's a John Doe. He had his wallet with him, in the night stand, but no driver's license."

"That's odd. So let's check the missing persons' database, see if there's a match with his descriptions. I don't think there's going to be one, but it can't hurt to cover all our bases."

"You got it. Castle, what are you doing, man?"

Writer boy took his head out of the wardrobe he was snooping. His expression was serious. Beckett immediately tensed up, wordlessly questioning what happened "Our John Doe wasn't here alone" He showed his hand, holding a little red dress. "There was a child here. Beckett, a girl was kidnapped"