A/N: Hi y'all. This is a gift for a friend, Starla21. Its a Castle crossover with a short story I've yet to write. Hope you all enjoy, especially Starla21! Read and review please! Oh, and comas are weapons that look like mini scythes. Jade, the girl who's point of view this is from, carries at least two with her. I do not own Castle, or any of the characters. I only own Jade and the people/things associated with her. :D R&R guys!
I put the bloody, finger-filled napkin in my pocket, hating how it felt against my leg. It was heavy and wet and dragged my dress down on that side. I looked around and sighed. The hotel room was messier than it should have been, but my target knew some sort of martial art. He actually got my arm and shoulder pretty good. I could barely move my left arm, his sword had cut so deep. I had managed to kill him, but only after making a feint for his..uh..family jewels with one coma, and slitting his throat with the other. I hated the feel of the coma slicing through his neck, but I had to kill or be killed, though not by the people I was after. They would kill me in a heartbeat. I sighed and headed home, out of New York City. I handed my handler the finger, and got my pay and next assignment. I looked at the target in shock. I must have been moving up in the ranks, but it might also be a test. I was gonna have to work to get to this target, probably some undercover or infiltration of some sort.
"Please tell me we have a body." Castle said to Beckett. "And please let it be bloody."
"A man killed in his hotel room, throat slit." She responded.
"Yes!" Castle fist-pumped.
Beckett sighed, lead the way to her car, and got in. "Its a murder Castle, not a carnival."
They drove to the scene in relative silence. When they got there, Castle nearly gagged. The room was covered in blood, and many things were broken. Even Beckett was somewhat unnerved by the sheer amount of blood. The victim was Spanish, and there was a sword by his left hand. His left ring finger had been cut off, and his throat was slit.
"The victim's name is Atanacio Rodregues." Esposito said.
"That means, uh, without death." Castle said.
"Guess that wasn't true for this guy." Ryan said.
Lanie looked up from examining the body. "He died between nine and eleven last night."
"What's the cause of death?" Beckett asked.
"My guess would be the laceration across his throat."
Beckett turned to Esposito and Ryan. "Have you found his finger yet?"
"Its not here." Esposito said.
"Why would someone take his finger?"
"Maybe he's..."
"Castle, if you say CIA, I will shoot you."
"Er, a mob hit?" Castle quickly changed tracks.
"Yeah, right." Ryan said. "Mobs use guns."
Beckett sighed and reminded her men that they had jobs to do.
