Disclaimer I do not own Castle. Thanks to the reviewer who pointed out the mistake. :D
End of the Beginning
Gates looked out over the Bullpen. She was unbelievably angry. She knew her team were doing their best to make sure that they caught the killer but with the sounds of the Vera Lynn classic filling the room it was becoming more and more difficult to see how they could get one step ahead of the man they were now convinced was still alive.
"Detective Esposito." She called across the Grid. "You better not be thinking of overtime this month."
"No Sir." Esposito tried not to roll his eyes. "Hey, Ryan."
"Hi." The detective yawned as he looked across to his friend. "You ok?"
"Yeah. Some guy gets murdered because he looks like me, Laine is terrified and Beckett has a lookalike in the mortuary. Three murders, three people dead because at one time they paid a passing resemblance to us. This is one sick puppy we are dealing with."
"That we are agreed on." Gates folded her arms across her chest. "Question is, what do we do about it?"
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Kate ran a hand through her hair as she sat staring at the floor. She was worried sick about her adopted family. Martha and Alexis were important to her and the thought of anything happening to either them or Castle made her blood run cold.
"Why Vera Lynn?" Castle asked as he walked into the living room. "The forces sweetheart. Why?"
"It's not her." Kate sighed. "Not the singer, it's the song."
"Are you sure?" Castle had spent the last hour trying to find out if it were credible that a psychopathic apparently dead serial killer could be a fan of a wartime singer. He frowned as he sat next to her.
"We'll meet again. Don't know where, don't know when but I know we'll meet again. Someday." She turned to face him. "He's coming back. He's telling us we wont know where or when but he is coming back." She got to her feet and began pacing. "Where's Alexis?"
"With her boyfriend." He pulled a face as Kate smiled slightly. In reality Alexis had a good judge of character and the boy in question was a good soul. It was just that no one would ever be good enough in Rick's eyes. It was quite endearing when she thought about it.
"What about Martha?"
"Acting class." He sighed. "Then Opera with her friend, Lydia."
"Opera? Martha?"
"It's a new diner in the East Side." He watched as Kate nodded. "Now, you really think that song is a warning?"
"Oh yes." She grabbed her jacket.
"Where are you going?"
"Work." She turned to see him pick up his own coat.
"We have to find something on this psycho before anyone else ends up dead." She marched out of the apartment as he followed behind.
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A/N more soon x