INTRO: The 1st of my "Writing Wrongs" saga. As much as I love the Castle characters; there are quite a few 'bit' characters that impact the story line greatly, who I find unbelievable, or 'too good to be true', or I just wanted to mess with. Demming. Josh. Gina. Martha. Lanie. So I modified them, a lot, sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse. These stories are the result. This one is about Demming. Begins near the end of season 2, and will go through the summer and beyond.

REQUEST: Please feel free to read and comment on any of my fanfics. Hint: 'Forsaken' is my best story .

Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the result of the fertile mind of Andrew H Marlowe, owned by AHM & ABC Studios, and brought to life brilliantly by Nathan Fillion, Stana Katic, et al. I don't own them, I only abuse them.

WEDNESDAY, APRIL 28TH

(145 days prior to the incident)

Detective Tom Demming sauntered into the third floor meeting room, greeting his teammates from the 12th Precinct's Robbery Division. As he grabbed an empty chair, an older teammate, Detective Andy Boling, leaned forward and murmured, "Hey, Tom, word has it that today in the gym you were swapping sweat with the ice queen from homicide."

Demming leered at the older detective. "Perhaps, Andy, if you'd ever drag your fat ass into the gym, you could have witnessed our grappling yourself."

"Grappling? I heard it was a little grab ass, combined with her whopping your big butt."

"First of all, if you weren't so old and blind, you'd realize I do NOT have a big butt. Secondly, I'm happy to admit that it got a little physical, and I've gotta tell you that is one smokin' hot cop. Third, aren't you getting tired of living your fantasies vicariously through my sex life?"

"Demming, you can tell me how not to have sexual fantasies only after you've been married thirty years. Until then, mind your own business, and I'll mind both of ours." Boling glanced around at the other men in the room, and dropped his voice even lower. "So, is the Romeo of Robbery going to go after this little slice of homicide heaven?"

Demming snorted. "Homicide Heaven? Seriously?"

Apparently they weren't being quiet enough, because another from their team, the young black detective sitting next to them, overheard and joined the conversation, commenting "Are you all talking about Beckett from upstairs? She is smokin' hot. I had her in my academy class. Everyone went after her, even the teachers, and everyone struck out. Half the cadets thought she was a frigid bitch, and the other half thought she was a lesbo."

Demming faked being outraged, and responded quietly, "Detective Laurence! You are talking about a fellow NYPD Detective! For shame!"

Laurence smiled at the other two men, and said "Okay, Demming. Fine by me! How about our standard bet? I've got twenty bucks that says you can't tap that."

Boling added quickly, "I'm in."

Demming shook his head. "No way, guys. This one will cost you. The price is two hundred dollars, and I get a month to close the deal."

"A month!" Boling blurted, loud enough to draw some stares from others in the room. He glared at everybody looking until they turned back around, then lowered his voice back to his half whisper. "Lacking a little confidence there, Romeo?"

"Guys, you've never had me go after anyone this tough. This isn't some airheaded civilian impressed with the badge, or a frisky working girl. It'll take money, and it'll take time. Take it or leave it."

Laurence and Boling looked at each other, and then smiled. Laurence answered, "Okay, Demming, you've got a bet. One month from today, and we want pictures! Good pictures!"

Deming smiled. "Of course, guys. As always, that's part of the Deal."

They all shook hands as the head of Robbery, Lieutenant Menneke , hustled into the room. "Sorry I'm late, gentlemen. I got hung up by Captain Montgomery. Okay, first order of business. The hot shots in homicide have run into a tough one, and are requesting some help. So, for the next week or so, our very own Detective Demming will be showing homicide how real cops operate." The Lieutenant looked at Demming and added, "They're waiting for you upstairs Tom, so you might as well go ahead and take off."

Demming stood up and started to make his way out of the room, as all of the other men in the room started to heckle him unmercifully. As he left, Laurence turned to Boling and bitched, "Shit, Andy, I think we've been had."

Boling nodded, grimacing. After a minute he brightened and said, "Oh, hell, the bets not over! Like he said, she'll be tough. Anyway. have you seen her lately? Even if we lose, the pictures should be well worth it!"

Writing Wrongs: Asked my twenty-something year old daughters and their friends to guess the back-story behind a good looking 33 year old male, straight, professional, very nice, well-spoken, and had never been married. The most popular opinions were that he was probably self-absorbed, had commitment issues, maybe major personality flaws, and/or was a 'player'. So, meet the new Tom Demming.