A/N: so, these are the few scenes that we know and love :p I'm not sure whether I'll make them so by-the-book (or, show, rather…), but we'll see whether I like it or not.

Obviously, I do NOT own the original Castle characters and plots. Chances are, anything you recognize isn't mine (:

Beckett pulled up at the crime scene, and saw Detective Esposito walking toward her, two cups of coffee in his hands.

"Why can't they find bodies between 9 and 5?" he grumbled, handing her one of the cardboard cups of caffeine.

"Yeah, well, the early bird gets the calling," she said, as her attention was taken by the figure running excitedly toward her. Her expression turned quizzical, as Esposito turned to see what had caught her attention. He turned back to Beckett, who looked to him for an explanation.

"He was here before I was."

Richard Castle ran right up to Detective Beckett, took her by her free arm and dragged her toward the buzzing scene.

"Finally, you're here - you are going to love this!" he said, moving quickly and enthusiastically. She gave a pleading look to Esposito, who followed, chuckling.

When they entered the construction site, Detective Ryan was yelling at a few construction workers who had thus far decided to continue working.

Castle, however, had his attention drawn elsewhere.

Atop a metal grate lay the frozen body of a woman, a sight which left Beckett's mouth hanging slightly open.

"Awesome, right?" Castle exclaimed, "My first cold case!"

Both Beckett and Esposito gave him a glance of disapproval, as did the M.E. who was examining the victim from a higher point.

"Come on, it's a little funny," Castle interjected, as Lanie Parish, the said medical examiner, joined the conversation.

"Not so much funny as true," she said, looking from her pad to the detectives and writer below, "She's frozen solid."

Beckett's brow remained furrowed, scenarios playing over in her head, before she turned to Esposito.

"What was the temperature last night?" she asked, as Detective Ryan appeared on her left.

"Mid-forties," he replied, taking Beckett's look from Esposito to himself.

"It wasn't exposure," Lanie interrupted, continuing with her notes as Esposito took point.

"The site's active," he explained, "boys tell me there's no way she was here last night."

Confused, Beckett took a step forward, climbing up onto a nearby ledge to get a closer look at the frozen female victim. Drips were forming on her skin and the material that covered her.

"She's melting!" Beckett exclaimed.

"Maybe we should be looking for ruby slippers," was Castle's reply, staying true to the outlandish theories expected from him.

Despite his help on previous occasions, Beckett felt that ruby slippers were not the culprits here.

"Yeah, while you're at it, why don't you look for some flying monkeys?" she added coyly, "Maybe they left her here."

Castle nodded playfully, then stayed silent, as Beckett turned back to Lanie.

"So what do you got for me?"

Putting her pen aside and disregarding her pad for the moment, the medical examiner turned her attention solely to Beckett and the dead body.

"There are pieces of plastic on her body from the garment bag," she said, Beckett's lips pursing as she tilted her head to get a better look.

"So, she was inside the bag…" she mused, neither to herself or others, just out loud.

"Mm-hmm," Lanie agreed, "Other than that, it's gonna take a while for her to thaw. I can tell you she hasn't been here long; maybe a couple of hours."

"What about security?" she asked, referring back to her team of detectives, who were standing nearby, sipping their coffees.

"Chain link," Esposito put in, "a pair of bolt cutters took care of that."

"Looks like our guy was hoping she'd disappear in the concrete pour," Ryan added.

"Few more feet and she would have."

Castle once again figured it was time for his input.

"It's kind of odd," he began, "taking the time to freeze a body and then dumping it...we got two personality types working here. A killer who freezes a body is a keeper; he wants a souvenir. But a killer who dumps a body –"

"Doesn't want to be reminded of the crime," Beckett finished, before stepping down from her vantage point, "Alright, I'm gonna go check out the fence."

Her fellow detectives nodded, as a CSU tech made his way over to the body, camera in hand. Beckett reached out an arm to stop him.

"Get a close-up of her face," she said, "I wanna run her through Missing Persons."

He nodded, as she began to walk back out of the construction site to the fenced boundaries. Castle, who had been right behind her when she spoke to the CSU guy, was now overly giddy about the pending 'missing persons' search.

"Oh, cool, like on the Discovery Channel?" he asked excitedly, "Where you plug the photo into facial recognition databases?"

Beckett was amused by his antics, giving a small, smile in his direction, almost laughing.

"Yeah," she said, nodding before facing ahead, "just like that."

"Yes!"

So, as it had turned out, the 'Facial Recognition Database' was not all it was hyped up to be on television, much to Castle's disappointment. He mused over this silently, smiling to himself momentarily; the only thing he remembered from Beckett talking about Missing Persons was something about a stripper named Trixie.

Not too soon after, they were discussing the differences between freezing turkeys and freezing humans. Castle was relieved, however, when Lanie had called to alert them that she had found the identity of their Jane Doe. It also meant that he didn't have to help clean up the piles and piles of manila folders that was Missing Persons.

They were now headed down the hallway to meet their favorite Medical Examiner, who, Beckett hoped, could shed some light on why their vic had been frozen and dumped…

Before they could reach the door, Beckett's phone rang, startling the both of them. Castle suspected it to be one of the boys. With a quick glance of her watch, then a smile at the caller I.D., Beckett answered.

"Hey!"

Castle was taken aback. Had it been any other phone call, she would have answered with a stern and conformed 'Beckett', but the calm and cheery tone was something he had yet to witness from the detective. He tried desperately to hear what the other person was saying, but Beckett walked in the opposite direction, in attempt to keep her personal calls private.

"Hey, Katie," came the reply from her father on the other line, "hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"No, not at the moment," Kate said, smiling intensely; she got a call like this almost every morning when her father took her daughter to school.

"Can I talk to Mom now?" came an eager, younger voice from her father's end, followed by a chuckle and a quick pause.

"Hi Mommy!"

"Hey sweetie," Kate replied, hearing the smile in her young daughter's voice, "you all ready for school?"

"Yeah-huh, but, Momma?" Johanna said quietly.

"Yes, baby?"

"I love you."

If it were possible for Kate's smile to grow any wider, it would have done.

"I love you too, JoJo," was Kate's reply, "now, off to school you!"

The adorable giggle of her daughter filled Kate's ears, before it faded and her father's voice returned.

"So, you're good to pick her up?" he asked, his tone somewhat annoying to her.

She nodded to herself, but spoke a reply for her father's benefit.

"Yes, I'll be there," she said, beginning to make her way back toward where Castle was standing. He watched her in awe, quickly snapping his gaping mouth shut so she didn't notice. He had a feeling she already had though, his receipt of disapproving looks a good sign of that. He watched her bid farewell, before looking at her, intrigued.

"Who was that?" he asked, his writer's curiosity blatantly getting the better of him.

Kate simply raised an eyebrow, shook her head with a smile before forwarding in to meet Lanie.

The small, Medical Examiner smiled at the sight of her friend and her…consultant. She picked up a manila file and handed it to the detective before she started to speak.

"Her name is Melanie Cavanagh, 34 at the time of death," she began, before gesturing to some X-rays adorning the walls, "turns out C.O.D was blunt force trauma to the head."

Castle's attention shifted from Beckett's vague phone call to the painful-looking x-rays on the wall.

"How'd you get her I.D.?" Beckett asked.

"Her fingerprints were in the system."

"For?"

"Misdemeanor drug possession."

"She doesn't look like a junkie," Castle interrupted, attaining a glare from Beckett. Lanie, however, had grown accustom to seeing her friend's shadow be useful or observant on more than one occasion. She took his comment in her stride, and continued on, despite the reaction of the detective in the room.

"No, she's in pretty good shape, considering," Lanie stated, "but, judging by the lack of frost and tissue degeneration, I'd say wherever she was stored the temperature rarely varied."

"Like a freezer?" Castle offered, looking between Lanie and the blue corpse on her slab.

"Freezer'd do the job," she agreed, nodding before she turned to Beckett, who had begun to speak.

"How long has she been dead?" Beckett insisted, finding it almost irritating that her question may not be answered so easily due to the victim's condition.

Lanie's expression didn't do anything for this assumption either before she spoke.

"Well, considering how long she's been like this," she began, "I'd say she was frozen within 24 hours of being killed."

This is what Beckett had been expecting and dreading, yet, her curiosity and surprise got the better of her.

"What do you mean 'how long she's been like this'?" she asked, her brows furrowed intensely.

"According to the records I pulled," Lanie said, her face and tone serious, "this woman's been missing for over five years."