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Reason: Chapter 2

And what I saw shocked me more than anything ever had before.

Beckett seemed to sense my arrival. She strode over to me and, before I could say anything, glared at me.

"Not a word Castle." I opened my mouth to reply and she held up a finger. "Ah! Not. One. Word."

She turned to walk away and I smirked. "So," I said. She froze and turned around slowly, eyes wide and threatening. "What's with the shoes?"

Kate Beckett, NYPD homicide detective usually wears killer heels. Not joking. She could actually kill people with her shoes. Sometimes I think they're more dangerous than her gun. She always wears her heels. She runs in them. Chases suspects!They make her pretty much as tall as I am! But today...

"I felt like wearing flats, you gotta problem with that, Castle?" She advanced on me slowly until she stood so close, she had to tilt her head up to look at me. (Teehee).

"Oh, no." I replied casually. "It's just..." I held my hand up at the level she was and tried (unsuccessfully) to hide my giggle. If possible, she moved closer and looked more threatening.

"Did I not tell you to say absolutely nothing?"

"I thought you meant about the body..." I dragged out the word body and looked pointedly at where everyone was standing (over her head). She narrowed her eyes and lowered her voice to barely above a whisper. I had to lean in to catch what she was saying.

"I will pull out my gun and shoot you right now if you make one more-" She was cut off by Esposito.

"You two gunna kiss and make up so we can move on with our lives?" I looked up at him in surprise. Ryan was tring hard not to laugh. Beckett glared one last time (she was doing that a lot today) and turned away from me quickly, hair swinging behind her. It was awesome. When she walked it swung from side to side in a hypnotizing dance...

"Castle!" Beckett call interrupted my reverie. "You gunna come look at the body or what?"

I scurried over there as fast as I could. And got another shock. There was no body. They were standing behind a small hill. Not big enough for a body of any kind to be behind or under.

"Uh, Beckett, I don't know if you noticed but..." She rolled her eyes and pointed down. I walked around to where she was and looked down. Then I understood.

There was a chasm in the ground. That's really the only word for it. A huge gaping chasm. It was so deep that the light from the M.E's light was a small dot. Or maybe it was just a small light. I wasn't sure.

"Who's down there?" I asked, meaning the M.E.

"Don't know. That's why Lanie's looking for something to I.D him with." She smiled slightly. Tease. I chose to ignore it. I was suddenly struck with an idea. It was brilliant!

"Mole people." I said, smiling. I also held out Beckett's coffee. She had forgotten to take it.

"What?" She replied, incredulously, taking the caffinated beverage.

"A secret race of underground humans, consisting of the descendents of Nazis. They know they can never return to the surface so they hide out, right under our noses."

"Mole people. Nazi mole people. That's the best you got."

"Admit it, you like it." I smiled, while she rolled her eyes and peered down the hole again. I was once again struck by inspiration.

"Oh! Maybe he's a C.I.A agent sent in on a special Nazi-hunting mission! He was meant to infiltrate slowly, act like he was simply a homeless man searching for refuge. But his cover was blown and the mole people, angered and scared-"

"No."

"But-"

"No." She knelt by the chasm and yelled down. "Hey Lanie! Whadaya got?"

I knelt down as well. "Tell me he's C.I.A and this tunnel is connected to miles of others!" I yelled at the rapidly approaching M.E.

"From what I can tell," Lanie said as she reached the top of her ladder, "You're boy here was killed by a single G.S.W in the back, right over his heart. You gunna help me out, or just stand there looking pretty?" This last was directed at Esposito, who had been watching her attempt to climb out of the hole. He rushed over immediately and pulled her out. I smiled. He was so whipped.

"Thank you. Now, I found no I.D on the body. Facial identification is gunna be tough. The fall into the pit roughed him up. If the gun hadn't killed him, the fall would have." I took a large step back from the hole. Beckett preformed her signature eye roll. Let her roll her eyes. I didn't want to fall down any hole.

"How deep is the hole, Lanie?" Beckett asked, looking down aforementioned pit of death.

"Mmm, hard to say. About twenty feet, I guess." Beckett looked contemplative.

"That depth wouldn't kill a man."

"There are rocks at the bottom." Beckett made a thoughtful noise. I knew that noise. And that look. She was looking at me with a mischievous smile.

"No." I said. The smile widened and she beckoned with a finger. "Oh no. I refuse."

"Come on, Castle." She walked up to me and invaded my personal space. "Ya chicken?" I adopted a shocked look.

"Me? Oh no. I'm worried about you. The mole people need more smart and beautiful members."

"Oh, that means you have nothing to worry about then. I can look after myself and they won't even look twice at you."' She walked away to the hole as I made a face at her. "Coming?" I looked around for help. Esposito was smirking at me, I would get no help from him. Ryan was looking between Beckett and I with a look of amusement on his face. Lanie was talking to Beckett, probably about all the Nazi mole people she found.

Yeah, I was getting no help from any of them. I had to go in the hole. Great. I sighed then walked over to where Beckett was talking with Lanie.

"Come on Beckett, stop dawdling. We have a hole to investigate." She raised an eyebrow.

"So you decided to man up, Ricky?"

"You wound me, Detective."

"Good." And with that, she began the descent into the pit. The dark pit.

Before following her, I called down, "You're only doing this because you know my theory is right! Well, see if I help you when the mole people abduct you."

"Sure, Castle. Hurry up."

And with that, I took a deep breath and descended into the hole. The chasm of death. The lair of the mole people. With a dead body. And Beckett. Yeah, this day was great.

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A/N: Alrighty, there you go! No, I didn't kill Josh. Or did I... Dun dun DUHHHH. I would love a review if you have time. :)