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Disclaimer: Castle is not mine. Just the idea of the fanfic is.
"You sure, Espo?" Kate asks quizzically. There was a slight chuckle from the other end of the line.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Pretty messed up, huh?"
"Alright, I'm leaving right now. I'll see you in a few." Kate hung up and grabbed her blazer.
After parking her car, Detective Beckett approached the scene quickly. The press was already there smarming the whole area. A few rushed to Kate, asking for details concerning the murder. Beckett only replied with, "No comment" and surged forward.
Before entering the scene, she noticed a particularly thick crowd of the media swarming around a central point. Out of curiosity, Kate strode to the crowd wondering what was causing such a ruckus aside from the obvious crime scene. Beckett was just outside the cluster of people when a break in the crowded circle formed. Out stormed a tiny blonde woman, chasing after a uniform. The uniform turned sharply on the woman.
"I'm sorry Ms. Cowell, but Mr. Castle will not be signing books here today. Yes, I do realize that this is an inconvenience for you and Mr. Castle, but there has been a crime committed here."
"Well, I don't see why you just cant clean this up as be on your merry way. Mr. Castle's new book is being released in less that a week. This was supposed to be a special event for those privileged enough to afford this exclusive early signing and release."
At this point, Beckett realized exactly what was happening. She checked the date on her watch and sure enough. Flyers had been posted all throughout the city in every coffee shop and book store about this event. Kate even wanted to come but there was no way that she'd miss work nor did she have the money to afford such a thing.
Just then a handsome, tall man appeared behind Ms. Cowell. Wearing sunglasses, a blue pinstripe button down shirt, a dark navy coat, and dark slacks, Richard Castle asked the uniform, "What kind of crime?"
Beckett's ears perked at this. She was quite surprised that Mr. Castle was more interested in the situation at hand rather than being upset about his book signing. Well, who was she kidding, he's a crime novelist… Of course he's interested.
Still, crime scenes were normally drab as they should be. Death is not a laughing matter and Kate took her job very seriously. But today, something was different. Normally, she would have left the uniform to handle the situation, but this was Richard freaking Castle!
"It was a murder, Mr. Castle. I'm Detective Kate Beckett with the NYPD. We are very sorry to inconvenience you like this, however someone did lose his or her life today and it is our job to catch the guy who did it. So if you don't mind, please leave us to our jobs." Kate was surprised at how professional she sounded. On the inside, she was like a tween at a Justin Bieber concert on total fangirl mode.
"Ah, yes of course. We're sorry as well, right Gina? Come on lets go put out a notice for all those who planned to attend." He smiled a hundred-watt smile and pulled Gina away leading her to the limo that was now visible to the diminishing crowd.
Kate began to make her way to the actual crime scene when she felt a hand on her shoulder. What surprised her more was whom the hand belonged to.
"I'm really sorry about Gina. She can be a real snob about these things sometimes, and you know other things, which is why we divorced and…"He trailed on about something but Kate was unable to hear what exactly they were.
"Mr. Castle, its fine. Now I have a job to do." She really didn't want to be this short to her favorite author, but she was not fixing to start having a deep conversation about his writing in the workplace. Stay professional, she thought to herself. She began to walk off again but she felt him snag her elbow again.
"Wait, how was the victim killed? And who was it? When was he or she killed?"
"Umm, I ready don't know because I haven't even made it in actual building yet?" Seriously? This is a classified NYPD investigation. Kate Beckett was not going to start spilling details about this case to some bystander, even if it was Richard Castle. Or if she even knew the answers to his questions.
"Oh, well do you think I could come and take a peek? I'm good friends with the-"
"No! I will not have an untrained citizen waltz in a ruin my crime scene. I'm sorry Mr. Castle, but I really must get to my team. They are waiting on me." The nerve…Kate was working hard to remain professional now.
"Well, I'm not really untrained. I'm a bestselling crime-novelist and I've done my fair share of research on these things. Are you familiar with my books?"
"Well, yes of course I've read all-, I think I've seen a few flyers and such around. And I read one of your books, I think… maybe…" Kate was not fixing to give this guy any leverage on her. He was enough to handle as it was without him being aware of the fact that she was in fact a fan. The cracks in her wall were beginning to grow deeper though. Keep it together, Kate.
"Oh well, you should know then that I won't do anything you mess with the crime scene. In fact, my writer insights might just help you solve this case." Oh, he so turned the charm on then. And Kate almost fell for it.
"Excuse me? Your "writer" insights? What are you going to do, charm a confession out of our suspect?" She went out on a limb on that one, operation under the assumption that they did indeed have a suspect.
"You never know Detective. And I'm just making sure I'm getting this straight for the record here, but do you think that I am in fact charming? I mean your last little comment there…" He moved closer to her dropping his sunglasses a little down on his nose revealing a pair of striking green eyes. A playful grin danced at the corners of his mouth. Kate felt momentarily flustered then snapped out of it. Normally this little flirtatious act would have women all over him, but not Kate Beckett.
"Keep dreaming. Goodbye Mr. Castle. And don't think about sneaking into the scene. I will have my team notified" She gave him a tight grin and walked away leaving him in absolute astonishment.
Richard Castle was left with the vision of the hard-boiled detective walking away from him, her long curly brunette hair bouncing behind her. For once, the bestselling writer was at a lost for words.
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