AN: New Castle fanfiction, since Steps in the Sand is my main other one (Blue Stones might become abandon because the storyline has become rather repetitive). I got inspired after traveling to NYC on a school trip that involved a trip through Central Park where we saw the lake that was mentioned in "Hedge-fund Homeboys" (I wanted to go see the carousel but it was too cold and my tour group didn't want to go see it). Anyways, here goes a new Castle fanfic.
Summary: After a sixteen year-old girl is found murdered in the middle of Times Square during a group photo, it leads Castle to think on his relationships with the people he is closest to. Castle/Beckett.
Innocent Brown Eyes
Prologue
The street was packed with people, and numerous students from one group snapped photos of each other, buildings, the crowd – anything in sight. They blinded the locals, along with each other, with each camera flash; even if the square was so well lit without the additional cameras. Chaperones from the group attempted to heard the students into a messy huddle, trying to keep them quiet as the photographer they had hired arrived on the scene. It was nearly eleven-thirty, but with this group you could barely tell, everyone was shouting to their friends, gathering themselves into groups for the photos. Waving his hands, the photographer climbed onto a small step-stool, catching the attention of the class and the crowd alike.
"And smile!" The photographer snapped two photos in the row, just being heard over the noise, his megaphone useless in the crowd. "Two more then you can all head home to sleep!" Cheering at this, the class grinned a bit more at the photographer snapped another photo, the cold seeming to melt from them as they waited.
Once the photos had been taken, the photographer stepped off his stool and approached the head chaperone as the students disbanded from the huddle and returned to snapping photos. The chaperone handed over a manilla envelope, which the photographer tucked into his backpack, before watching the crowds disperse. Other chaperones on the trip gathered the students into a group, but then froze as one of the students gave a loud shout, pushing the crowd away from the grate where they had taken their photos. Some though, remained motionless, staring at the dirty city ground in shock, too stunned to move or speak.
"What's going on?" Mr. Alstard, the head chaperone pushed his way back towards the shocked students, before stopping besides them.
The girl wore a faint grin, as if she had been in the group photo as well, and it seemed as if she had simply fallen asleep on the bench behind them after the photo. It looked that way too, her face was relaxed and she looked peaceful, but the limp grasp in which she held a small shopping bag from FAO Schwartz was too obvious. No one even needed to look at the blood that had soaked through her t-shirt from a bullet wound to ask any questions.
"Someone call 911!" Mr. Alstard shouted those words and the group went into a panic, trying to push themselves back into the huddle they had just left, staring frightened at the girl slumped on the bench. A chaperone, Mrs. Clemonts, hurried forwards, dialing as she went.
"No..." Mrs. Clemonts' voice was barely above a whisper, but everyone seemed to hear it, "It can't be."
"It is," Mr. Alstard replied quietly, "Get everyone into a group, double-check everyone, get them onto the buses and make sure no one leaves." Nodding, Mrs. Clemonts gathered the other chaperones around her, passing on Mr. Alstard's instructions, before leading the deathly silent class onto the two Coach buses that had parked around the corner. Mr. Alstard remained motionless besides his student's body, speaking into Mrs. Clemonts' cell phone, as the photographer scanned the area, snapping photographs of the scene.
The excitement from the trip had died, sobs and screams filling the two buses, students hugging each other, looking for a sense of comfort. Silent head-counts were taken, and re-taken, before the buses' doors closed, locking the students and chaperones inside to wait for the police to arrive on the scene.
AN: Think I should continue it?
KM x