a/n: First crossover, I'd appreciate it if you were nice, but feedback is always good. The rest of the chapters will be written in third person, I just thought it'd be easier if I wrote this one in first person. Anyways, hope you like it! Enjoy!
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Careless
Mother in the LakeVictims POV
They say that when you're dying, your life flashes before your eyes. Those were my last thoughts before falling asleep.
There was a sound that woke me from my sleep. A voice, there was no doubt it belonged to a male. He was singing, but the sound was distant. I glanced at the clock. 2:33 AM.
"Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques…" The voice sang, deeper than before.
"Dormez-vous, dormez vous…?" A familiar female voice joined in, laughing lightly as she inhaled to begin the next line, or so I thought she would. Instead she stopped, and began the first verse all over again. "Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques…"
On cue, the male voice took over again, and he repeated the first verse until I had to strain my ears to hear barely a whisper. I heard the door shut, in the middle of the second 'dormez-vous' I got up, throwing back the covers and quietly tip-toeing over to the door. I had every intention of following him, though I knew I should probably call the police.
He stopped at the top of the stairs, a blue hood covering his head. He was tall, about 6 foot 4. He stood next to a woman who was just slightly shorter than him. "La voiture est devant l'hôtel?" 'Is the car in front of the hotel?' He asked in a gruff voice.
The woman shook her head, her rack of mocha curls shaking violently. "Non." She replied, "Il n'y est pas là. Il est en face du restaurant." No. It's not there, it's in front of the restaurant.
"Zut. Nous sommes en retard. Allons. Je conduirai." Late. He said he was late, but for what? I followed them at a reasonable distance as they swiftly walked through alleyways towards a glowing neon sign that read 'The Sushi King.'
The streets were empty. Not a single car whizzed by at this hour. Shops were closed and people had deserted the streets long ago. The glow of the of traffic lights were the main source of brightness at the moment.
"Dépecher-toi!" He said, and her pace quickened. We reached the small hidden parking lot behind the Japanese restaurant. It was a very nice car. The shiny black paint gleamed in the dim light. I coughed. Fuck. I squeezed my eyes shut, and pressed my back against the wall even more, hoping that neither of them had heard me.
Silence took over the parking lot. I held my breath and waited for the moment to pass before I built up the courage to breathe again, but nothing happened. I didn't dare move, or they might hear me. Suddenly, the silence was broken by a wail.
A baby.
I stole a glance back to my apartment just one block down and panicked. I left the baby in the crib. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a mine…lived a miner forty-niner and his daughter Clementine…" The man sang again, his voice calming the screaming baby. I needed to move. To save her life, but I couldn't. My feet felt like they were glued to the floor, my arms felt like they were permanently pinned against the wall. I felt like a shadow that couldn't move unless it's owner decided to do so.
"Oh my darling, Oh my darling, Oh my darling Clementine…" The woman continued and handed a bundle to the hooded male. He slipped the baby into the car, and slammed the door shut. I closed my eyes tightly and waited for my muscles to respond, but they never did.
I opened my eyes and the woman was gone from her place beside the man. He now stood alone, hovering over the driver's seat looking off into the distance. Where was she? I thought to myself, I could feel my pulse increasing rapidly.
Then I heard it. The soft familiar feminine voice was slowly getting closer to me, "You are lost and gone forever," She paused, my feet were still glued to the floor and I felt an awful pain in my head before I felt my body touch the cool concrete ground.
I closed my eyes for a moment, and when I opened them, I couldn't see, there was something in my field of vision. I could feel the friction coming from the ground below me and I wincedfeeling the gravel pierce my skin. When my senses recovered a little, I could hear the voice again, "…lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry Clementine…" She sang, and everything went black.
I awoke again, sometime later. It was a baby's cry that startled me from my sleep. I tried to sit up, to see what they had done to the infant, but I only hit my head on a low ceiling. Where the fuck was I? Where was the baby?
I wanted to scream, but there was duct tape over my mouth. I blinked several times and observed that I was no longer wearing a blindfold, I just now noticed because even with my eyes open the darkness was just the same.
It felt like days before light finally flooded into the cramped space. I squinted, the brightness hurting my eyes and my head a great deal. I recognized a waterfall of brunette curls pour into the area the light was in.
"Where-sh the bab-ee!?" I attempted to yell through the layer of tape. The woman laughed, or rather cackled. "Let me go!" I mumbled again. The woman only cackled louder, throwing back her hair for effect.
The man approached and peaked into the space as well and met my eyes. Chuckling, he lifted me out of the confined space, and shoved me to the floor. I tried to turn my head to see my surroundings, but a sharp pain from the tip of a pair of heels.
"Si à ta place, je ne parlerais pas!" If I were you, I wouldn't speak, she said and kicked again.
"Arrêt-toi!" Stop. The man said sternly, putting his hand up in front of the woman's face.
"Where-sh the bab-ee!?" I tried again unsuccessfully.
"La bebe? Tu veux savoir au sujet de l'infant?" The baby? You want to know about the baby? The woman sweetly took out a bundle from the car and rocked it back and fourth taunting it in my face.
"Say goodbye." The male grabbed my tied hands from behind my back, and mimicked a wave.
"No! No! No!" I shouted, but it was too late for anything. The baby started to cry, his tiny little fists punching the air. He never knew his father, and he would never know his mother.
"Shhh, shh…" She shushed the baby and began to sing again. "Ruby red lips, above the water, blowing bubbles soft and fine…"
As she sang, I was blindfolded again, and dragged by something against what felt like old splintered wood. I could feel my body being lifted again, and placed into a container of some sort as the chorus of the song began to fade with distance.
That's when the sound of seagulls took over my senses, seagulls, and water was crashing onto the shore and against rocks. The sound that used to sooth me to sleep was now my biggest fear.
"…though in life I used to hug her, now she's dead, I'll draw the line…" Her sweet voice drew closer as did the sound of her footsteps, and the baby boy laughed with joy as she sang.
I grimaced as I felt my legs being grabbed together forcefully. I was once again being hauled into the air, however this time by my legs and I was being spun like how a father spins a toddler in around by just holding her hands. I was getting dizzy, despite the fact that I couldn't see.
The man let go, and splash, my body felt numb. I struggled to stay above the surface, but I knew it was no use. The salt water seeped into the blindfold, sticking it to my face and causing my eyes to sting severely. I could hear the baby crying again, and the woman began to sing the chorus to quiet him.
"...Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine…" The woman continued to sing, her voice dimming as I was carried further and further away by a vigorous current. The waves began to swallow me in, and in the spur of a moment everything became clear. I knew her voice, once.
"…Now you're lost and gone forever," maybe I should've have called her and apologized. Maybe I should've done it yesterday, but really I should've done it years ago. "Dreadful sorry Clementine…" She finished, and I could no longer hear her voice.
I was completely submerged in the water now. I closed my eyes and prayed for the baby to be okay, I prayed and I prayed and I prayed.
I was too lost in my thoughts of how idiotic I was to notice everything slowly fade to black, but I remember thinking before falling asleep again, 'your life really does flash before your eyes.'
Kate Beckett, POV.
"Castle, we have a case, I'll swing by to pick you up." With that, I hung up the phone and grabbed an apple from the counter and jogged straight out the door. The phone rang, and I grabbed for it as I stuck the key of my car into the ignition.
"What, Castle?" I asked impatiently, maneuvering myself out of the parking space and into the streets.
"I just wanted to let you know, I'm out of contact lenses, and I'll get them tomorrow."
"So? Couldn't this have waited?"
"I just wanted to let you know my vision is impaired." Damnit, I slammed on the breaks.
"Fine, while we're having sharing time," I added sarcastically, "I want to let you know that the Feds will be on this one too." I informed him, and hung up. "Too bad it wasn't his vocals." I mumbled under my breath before slipping the device into my pocket.
Agent Seeley Booth, POV.
"…so do you feel like this is going to affect your partnership?" Dr. Sweets was counseling us when I felt my cell phone vibrate in my pocket.
"Booth." I answered.
"Agent Booth…" Sweets trailed off. Bones looked at me eagerly, mouth watering almost.
"Agent Booth," The voice came from the other line. "We have a case. Bodies been pulled out of a body of water down by East River Park, Manhattan. Somehow it's already been established as FBI jurisdiction. " I motioned for Bones to get up just he finished off his sentence.
"We'll be there as soon as possible."
"NYPD's already there, sir."
"Tell them not to touch anything, you know for a fact that my partner likes to see things before they're moved around."
"Yes sir, but I warn you NYPD's going to want to be in on this one."
"Fine. Whatever."
"Okay, and just to let you know, put your charm on, the lady Detective here is not particularly fond with the Feds. Oh, and tell your partner to put on her best charm too, because she's got a writer monkey tagging around." The click meant that he had hung up and I turned to Bones.
"We've got a case. Great seeing you Sweets!" I said, while waving with one hand and dragging Bones out by the other.
"…but we weren't…finished," Sweets shouted but waved back as he shouted sarcastically, "…fine, you're dismissed, always great seeing you guys!"