Hello Caskett fans, here's another "Castle" fanfiction from me. I'm not sure how many chapters there will be, but I'll try to aim for at least 3. Enjoy the story and remember, reviews are good, flames are bad!
It was another long, boring day at the office, or apartment, if you prefer since I'm now working from home hiring myself out as a private detective. No one had come to me with a case in months and I was starting to regret going into the P.I business. "Why couldn't I just be the paper pushing pink-collar worker like I used to be?" I mused. "You wanted more. The thrill of the chase, remember?" My mind chimed in. Yes, I wanted something more than sitting in front of a laptop typing endless pages filled with words that exist in an imaginary world. I wanted an element of excitement, to feel the adrenaline rush through my veins as I track down the person responsible for the crime and bring justice to those that he/she has wronged.
I was brought out of my musing state when the phone started to ring. Butterflies began to form in my stomach as I hoped with all of my soul that the call was a potential client with a case for me to solve. I reached slowly for the receiver as ring after ring rang out, yelling at me to hurry up and answer the call. The final ring echoed as I picked up the phone and held it to my ear. I leaned back in my chair, took a deep breath and said, "Detective Castle."
"Hello, Detective Castle, my name is Owen and I need your help." A small, child-like voice said. I was shocked and annoyed that a kid would call me with a case. Usually, it was women who wanted to find out if their significant others were being unfaithful or men who wanted to correct an injustice that was brought down upon them. I had half a mind to tell the kid that my services are for those who truly need it and that it's not something out of a child's imagination, but I was curious as to what the kid has to offer, so I pushed my feelings of annoyance and anger aside and asked the kid how I could help.
"I was playing with my toy race cars in my room when Mom called for me to eat lunch. When I came back, I found that my favorite dark red race car was missing from my collection. I need your help to find it." Owen said with a tinge of panic laced in his voice. "What kind of shit is this kid trying to pull? Calling a private detective to help him find his favorite toy car?" I thought to myself as the anger came back full force. I then thought that aside from it being one of the most ridiculous cases I have ever encountered, and I have encountered many when I was still working alongside Beckett and the boys at the 12th Precinct, it's still a case and I needed to get out of the apartment/office before I start to go mad.
I told the kid that I will help him find his race car and we will discuss my payment once I get to his house. The kid agreed, gave me his address and I hung up the phone, ripped the notepad paper with the kids' address on it off, got up from my chair, took my coat off the coat rack near the door, put on my fedora and headed out of my office/apartment, closing the red, wooden metal door behind me.
Hmm, just why does Owen want Castle to help him find his toy car? Should Castle give in to curiosity and help the kid once he arrives at Owen's house? What will Owen's parents say when Castle shows up on their doorstep? All will be revealed in due time. Be patient with me!