Author's Notes: If you have any suggestions for characters' Pokemon, what cities they live in, any inside nods I should do or cases you would like me to play with, please let me know via a review. Please also note that I want this story to treat the cases much like SHERLOCK does: They have cues from the originals but are their own tales with their own solutions.

Cylon- Alot of fun with this is taking things that were established and twisting them on their head. You'll slowly see that come about in the next few chapters and as the story moves on and more cases (hopefully) are solved, these characters and their new backstories will be revealed

emholland1- You aren't the only one that wasn't for sure about this, but it has gotten just enough reviews to justify another chapter, to see if there is demand for more.

someguyshere- Other characters' pokemon will be revealed shortly!

Saffron City- 7:00 pm

"Murder...mystery...the macabre. What is it about a dark alley, the sound of a bullet and the willies of a femme fatale that get our hearts racing? There is one man today who manages to take all we love and fear and encapsulate it and concentrate it. And now, with Storm Fall, the final novel in his PokeRanger series starring Derek Storm, he leaves all wondering just how he does it. Ladies and Gentlemen...Richard Castle!"

Castle smirked as he waved to the crowd, shaking hands and accepting paper from beautiful fans who wanted his signature. Several of them presented Pokeballs for him to sign...and some of them presented breasts just a firm and perky as Pokeballs for him to scrawl his signature upon.

Who was he to refuse his fans?

This continued on for 20 minutes before the crowds died down enough for Castle to make his way towards one of the waiters, wanting to snag a drink. His progress was halted, however, by way of a woman that could make Moltres' fires freeze: His ex-wife and publisher, Gina.

"Hey, Gina!" Castle said, giving her his best winning smile.

"Where is my manuscript, Richard?"

"What, no foreplay?" he asked innocently.

"Richard..."

"You can't rush greatness, Gina, you know that."

His ex-wife rolled her eyes. "It's been 3 weeks, Richard. i can only hold my bosses off for so long...they are already angry about Storm Fall."

"Come on, it is going to sell huge!'

"Of course, which is why they want more Derek Storm books. You know, send him to different regions, solve mysteries, seduce beautiful women, catch rare Pokemon? But no, you had to go and blow him up! You killed the Shiny Vulpix."

Castle couldn't help but grin at her distress. "Yeah, death by Voltorb...big crater, very messy." At her withering stare he held up his hands in mercy. "Come on! You know Derek Storm wasn't the Shiny Vulpix. I am."

"Is that why you haven't written a word in months? From what I hear, you have writer's block."

Castle did his best to hide his frown. "Gina, do not worry...I will get the manuscript to you asap!"

"I want 3 chapters by next week, Richard, or I am taking back your advance."

"You can't take it back!" Castle called out as she walked away. "I spent it divorcing you!"

~MC~MC~MC~

"Come on...it's really yummy...come on Rachel...

The Ralts known as Rachel turned her head, refusing to take a bite of the pokefood Alexis Castle was trying to feed her. The redhead sighed, making a note in her notebook about the recipe and the reaction.

"Darling, leave the poor thing alone and have some fun!" Martha Rogers said, coming to stand next to her granddaughter. It was clear Martha was already 3 martinis deep.

"She isn't eating anything, Gram. It's making me worried."

"Well, I'm worried you are too focused on her and not on yourself. Come on, live a little!" Martha took another swig from her champagne flute (having decided to switch it up) savoring the taste as she sat next to Alexis, waving the psychic pokemon that sat on the bar away from her. "I don't understand why you are trying to train that…thing. Andy is so well behaved!"

Alexis sighed. Andy was a Kadabra she had been raising since she was 8. Her father had bought her an Abra for her birthday and Alexis had delighted in training the psychic Pokemon, teaching it new moves and how to be in perfect sync with her. Her and Andy had bonded immediately, the psy-pokemon's legendary aloof behavior never appearing when Alexis was around.

Ralts, on the other hand, was a stubborn, picky little Pokemon.

"It's not her fault, Grams. You know traded Pokemon are like this!" Alexis had traded a Skitty she had won 6 months back with her friend Paige, the girl always complaining that she couldn't get Rachel to behave. Alexis had been more than happy to give it a try, figuring that she would be able to get Rachel conditioned in no time. She'd envisioned having two psychic pokemon working together with her…that would be a feather in her cap and look really good on her college applications. It was rare for a trainer to be able to form a bond with two psychic pokemon, but those who did were viewed as being prized prospects for colleges. And that was assuming she went the college route...she could get a position with a Gym leader with that kind of achievement, or perhaps work with the Pokerangers...

Of course, none of that would happen if Rachel continued to refuse anything the 16 year old tried to feed her.

"Mother, may I speak with you," Castle said, approaching the two women in his life.

"Richard, darling, I am afraid Gina doesn't have much confidence in you. She is only serving the cheap stuff." Martha waved her glass about.

"Maybe because someone has been telling her things, private things, that make her not confident in me."

Martha shrugged, snagging another flute of champagne. "Kiddo, I have no idea what you mean. I merely mentioned that you had been spending your days in your underwear waiting for the standings in the Fuchsia Rapidash Races."

"And you didn't think that might make her a bit worried?"

"You're an artist, darling, like me! We are expected to behave differently than the normals. Not my fault Gina took that the wrong way." Martha held up a hand when Castle tried to say something. "Hold up…no wedding ring on the gentlemen with the blue tie. Don't wait up kids, mama's goin' fishin'!"

"Hopefully this one isn't another Magicarp." Castle rolled his eyes, taking a seat next to Alexis. "You should have me committed." He reached out to pet Rachel, who merely turned her head and shuffled away from him. "Still can't get her to eat?"

"Yeah…I'm getting worried, dad."

"Maybe you should spice it up…I know some parents put a dab of vodka in baby bottles to get them to settle down."

Alexis' face puckered like she'd bit into a bad lemon. "Who would ever think that was a good idea?" Castle was thankful she didn't notice his 'not-so-innocent' look.

"Well, I think it's great you are trying this."

Alexis, however, wasn't feeling that great at all. "I just feel like I am letting her down. I thought it would be just like Andy..."

"Well, sometimes it's good for things not to go your way. You need challenges in life in order to grow." Castle accepting a new glass of champagne from the bartender and took a sip. "Do you know why I killed Derek Storm?" He leaned in close, like he was sharing some national secret. "Because it was predictable. I didn't need to think when I was writing him...the words just flowed out onto the page like that."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Alexis questioned.

"At first, yeah. But soon I realized there was no adventure, no excitement. I write not because of the money or the fame-"

"Though that is nice," Alexis interjected.

"-but because I like it. It is entertaining. When I am writing the right way, it feels like I am watching a play being performed right in front of me. i might think the story is going one way and all of a sudden I will realize that the character is taking me in a new direction.

"But with Derek...there were no surprises. Even the sudden changes weren't that sudden. it got predictable...stale."

"Just what a girl wants to hear her father say: he killed off his income maker because he was bored."

Castle chuckled, giving her a playful bop on the shoulder. "I just want something different." He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned, pen in hand. Duty called. "Where would you like it?"

The tapper merely stared at him through narrowed eyes, flashing her badge. "Detective Kate Beckett, KPD. I have a few questions, Mr. Castle."

"That's different," Alexis said with a smirk.