This is my 2nd fic, and my first time writing cases and first time writing any M content (planned for later chapters). Hope you all enjoy. I love getting your awesome reviews!
As always, Castle and all of its characters and awesomeness belong to the amazing Andrew Marlowe and ABC. I'm just playing with them. Enjoy!
Castle hated early mornings, especially when they involved a dead body. It wasn't the crime scene itself that bothered him, on the contrary, he kind of enjoyed the cases they worked. It was the fact that it meant leaving his nice cozy bed, with the woman beside him wrapped around him, hair pooled around her, head against his shoulder, hand resting on his chest, her warm breath ghosting over his skin, as he held her warm body against his, that he hated. He loved nothing more than waking up next to her, especially on the rare occasions when he woke first, and was able to lie there watching her so peaceful, wrapped in his arms.
He smiled as he remembered this morning. He woke to the sound of her phone ringing. Seeing that it was Esposito, he'd answered it and asked him to wait while he woke her. It was so cute the way she had moaned and nestled her head into his side as she batted at his hand holding her phone. He softly stroked her arms, telling her she needed to wake up, that they had a case. Groaning and giving him a pouty look, she grabbed her phone to get the address from Esposito. She was so adorable in the mornings before she was alert enough to plaster her tough detective mask on. He loved seeing her like that.
"You coming, Castle?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Sorry." He quickly hopped out of the cruiser, slightly embarrassed at being caught daydreaming.
"You know, if these early mornings are too much for you, you could always have stayed in bed, old man." She grinned mischievously.
"Old man?" He looked at her with a fake hurt expression. "I wasn't to old last night when I made you..."
She cut him off with a glare. "Castle, shush. Crime scene. People could hear." She whispered, looking around at the uniforms standing nearby.
"Fine," he huffed, "but we'll see tonight who's old." He gave her a sexy eyebrow wiggle as she rolled her eyes.
"Save it, Romeo, we've got a murder to solve."
They walked up to the mouth of the alley where Esposito and Ryan stood, looking over their notes.
"Hey guys, what've we got?"
Both detectives glanced at each other awkwardly. "You know, Beckett, this one looks pretty straight forward, and that last case was a bitch. Why don't you let us take point on this one" Esposito said, glancing at Ryan.
"Yeah, he's right" Ryan said. "You guys did most of the work on that one. Let us handle this. You guys go get some rest."
"That's ok, guys. We've worked tough cases before, I think we can handle it." She patted Castle on the chest and motioned him to follow her down the alley. Castle glanced at the detectives as he followed her. They looked worried, what the heck was up with them.
He ran right into the back of her, almost knocking them both over.
"Beckett, what the heck?"
She stood there, frozen, starring at the place where Lanie knelt over the body. He followed her gaze, and couldn't believe what he saw. It was a scene he had seen many times, both awake and in his dreams, but always on paper. Never live, well dead actually, in front of him. There, lying crumpled in a pool of blood, in amongst a pile of garbage, lay the body of Johanna Beckett.
Thoughts...
