Happy V-day!
And you play it coy, but it's kind of cute, oh when you smile at me you know exactly what you do. Baby, don't pretend, you don't know its true, cause I can see it when I look at you.
- Michael Bublé
Things had just gotten more difficult; they had captured "the boss" as his boys had deemed him. But of course in true Beckett form, her day had gotten worse. The boss, who they had found in a woman's house, and had had her patch up his leg wound, now had a name. Thomas Gage. He had been almost impossible to interrogate and had told them that everything they had on him would go away. He'd been cool calm and collected. Everything a supposed murderer shouldn't be.
Of course her day couldn't have gotten better, everything Gage had said was coming true. The body of the man they had found had been stolen straight from Lanie's table right before she was about to cut him open. Then to add to her list Gage had unpicked his handcuffs and walked right out of the precinct in a cop uniform. Of course Gates had furious… Kate had been yelled at along with the boys. "How the hell can a man walk out the front door of my precinct and no one notice!"
Also, while she hated to admit it, Sophia was smart … CIA smart. Then again Richard Castle doesn't choose just anyone to be his muse. She had tracked down one man's phone going from highway to cell-phones to time to cell tower and found the man. Oh yeah, a man who was supposed to be dead.
She was not jealous.
Then again she had to admit, Sophia had been nothing but fair. They had made a deal, any new information they had both sides would share. They had both stuck to that deal. And to be fair she had come and saved them from that nasty, crowded (although snuggling with Castle wasn't something she would complain about) car trunk.
However, that absolutely did not mean she had to like her. Sophia had strolled into her life at the exact wrong time. Coming into her life, and trying to take away her writer. Wait, when did she start referring to hers as his? She shook her head. He wasn't hers yet. She still had walls, secrets. He still needed to mature a little. Someday she mused, she be able to call him hers.
Anyways, back to the point. Dead man… alive – damn CIA-
Oh, but now onto the highlight of her day she mused to herself as she thought over the partner moment she and Castle had shard.
Castle had deciphered a code from a chessboard that was the key to finding out how to reach the supposed to be dead man. He had come straight to her with his theory (take that Sophia!) and had made her day brighten with just six words. She's not my partner, you are. It had taken her everything she had not to just kiss him right in front of everyone. After that they had sat down and in true Castle Beckett form had solved the puzzle. Their man would be meeting someone at Brooklyn Bridge Park. They had time to get there, so of course not one to let an opportunity slip by they went.
They had been playing chess waiting for their man when he had asked if there was anything she wanted to know about him and Sophia. At first she had resisted, thinking that could it possibly help her to know that he and his first muse (unfortunately not her) had had a thing together back then.
But, as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat and she knew that it would be better to ask then to just sit and wonder (brood) just how deep they had ran. So, she had given into her thoughts and had asked just that. But of course something always got in the way of their important talks, couldn't break the tradition now she had thought. Just before Castle was about to answer her question he spotted their man. Thin, scruffy grayish white beard, carrying a chessboard. They had whisked him off into her car and had questioned him on their case. He had refused to talk until they brought him to the pier.
Ah, the pier, now one of her least favorite places. There, he had told them about Linchpin. One "pin" knocked down could take down every other pin he had said. Suddenly, from the sky he had spotted a flock of pigeons. How he knew this she had no idea, must have come from being all CIA genius but somehow he deduced that there was danger nearby (because of pigeons?) That's when her day had gotten as bad as possible. Their man had run out of the car only to be shot in the head. Then, as if it couldn't have gotten any worse a black SUV came screeching out of no where ramming into them from behind and forcing them over the ledge into the river.
And that's where they were now. Either drowning, or getting out together… Because neither would leave without the other. They were partners.
A/N: okay so teeny cliffhanger… OMG did you guys see that episode last night… epic
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