Scenes from the Precinct
A/N: Welcome to my new series of short writings. These will focus on Castle's time at the 12th. Some, like this first one, will reflect the episodes, and others will not. I hope you enjoy them. Reviews are always welcome! - Briony
The first time Richard Castle stepped foot into the 12th Precinct, it was to answer some questions about a murder. It was not an experience that Rick was ever going to forget. It was the day that changed his life. Walking into the precinct, Rick could feel the eyes staring at him. He revelled in the attention, he always did. He smiled flirtatiously at the women he passed, as well as taking in all the details of the precinct. He'd been in a number of police precincts before, but each precinct had its own quirks, and Rick wanted to remember all the little things that made this precinct different to others in New York. He followed the detective, Beckett she'd said her name was, through the foyer and to the reception desk. She stood by while Rick signed in and was issued a visitor pass. Rick finished signing his name with a flourish, and winked at the young woman behind the desk, before turning back to the young detective. She rolled her eyes at him, and indicated to the elevator. Rick grinned and brushed past her, a little closer than was necessary, and headed to the elevator. He was enjoying this detective.
The homicide floor of the precinct was not that dissimilar to other the other precincts that Rick had visited before, but he could immediately feel the difference. Here were people who cared about their job, who cared about the victims and their stories. Beckett ushered him into an interview room and told him to sit tight. Rick walked around the room once before sitting down and reclining in his chair. He wondered about Beckett, about what her story was. She seemed rather young to be a detective. There could be an interesting story there. But he couldn't deny that she was attractive. He might have to do something about that.
Speaking of...
"Mr Castle. You've got quite a rap sheet for a bestselling author. Disorderly conduct, resisting arrest."
She was reading from his file.
Rick shrugged and said, "Boys will be boys."
"Says here that you stole a police horse?" she continued.
"Borrowed," Rick corrected.
"Ah. And you were nude at the time."
"It was spring."
"And every time the charges were dropped."
This wasn't impressing her, was it? "What can I say?" Rick said. "They mayor is a fan. But if it makes you feel any better, I'd be happy to let you spank me." He smiled up at the detective, who huffed a little and rolled her eyes. This could be interesting, Rick thought, very interesting.