Chapter Six
Meeting an Author
"Do it again! Do it again!"
"John! Get this child off of me!"
Said blogger sighed as he rubbed at his forehead in annoyance. "Sonofa…I started this trip with one child but now I have two." He groaned as he tried to figure out how he got stuck in such a ridiculous situation in the first place.
"I wouldn't worry too much about it. Castle will wear himself out at one point and find something new and shiny to play with." The detective that had arrested them explained. And how that had a hilarious tale to it but John sure in hell wasn't going to laugh about it.
"Yeah, Sherlock is the same way. That or he'll start talking to me and not realize I'm not actually there." He replied as he took the coffee cup that the detective held out to him. "I'm sorry, but can you tell me what your name is again? I fear that the forced occupancy with two childlike men has detracted me from listening properly."
"Kate Beckett. Homicide Detective of the NYPD." She introduced once more with a hand held out to him.
"Captain John Watson of the 5th Northumberland Fusiliers." He offered as he shook her hand. Her hold was firm but she didn't try and force his hand underneath hers. She saw him as an equal, probably saw most people as an equal. He liked her already. "Who is that annoying Sherlock anyways and why is he so excited about him?"
"That's Richard Castle. A consultant for us and an author. His ideas can be sometimes outlandish or completely insane, but they can be useful at times." She explained as she sipped at her own coffee happily. She was really happy Castle had purchased that espresso machine for them forever ago. "He's been reading your blog and he's wanted to meet Sherlock Holmes for some time now."
"He'll get torn down at the rate he's going." John warned, remembering how the consulting detective had torn an officer apart after they had been stopped from chasing down a pickpocket that had somehow gotten a hold of John's wallet. They got it back…but then had ran into a murder in the park.
Where this said detective had arrested them because Sherlock had torn down several of the officers and then given evidence that apparently had placed both he and Sherlock at the time of the murder.
Despite what Sherlock had wanted, John had used his one phone call to get a hold of Mycroft. He was not about to sit in a jail cell because his flat mate refused to call for help from his brother. Despite said brother being a prick about everything.
"I can't wait to watch." Beckett said with a smirk as she settled against her desk and watched the show.
John only rolled his eyes before he too got comfy next to her and sipped at his coffee. It was never tiring for him to see Sherlock do his thing. No matter how bad he got.
"Come on! Do me! I know you can! I've read the blog!" Castle exclaimed as he circled the Detective like a shark waiting for the first bit of blood. Beckett was sure he had his recorder in his pocket at the moment to get a famous deduction and use it in one of his novels. She could already see a character that could tear Nikki Heat apart just for the fun of it. "I bet you could figure out what I had for breakfast with just a glance."
"Don't be ridiculous! There would be no point in deducing something as idiotic as that to prove a point." Sherlock snapped as he stood up straight and glared at the author. "Will it get you to go away?"
"Most likely." Castle stated. "After you tore that cop to pieces and sent him crying out of the room, I'm sure you could do the same to me."
"You had omelets with ham, cheese, peppers, bacon, and ketchup. A tall glass of milk went with it. You were married but divorced not too long after your daughter was born, who of which is in your custody because the mother is unsuitable and irresponsible. Your mother lives with you and you both adore and hate that fact at the same time. You are an author and have written several best sellers and enjoy the publicity. Though you are a danger junkie like John and must be where all the action is at all times, hence why you are a consultant for the police department. And then you are also sleeping with the detective standing next to John and have been for some time….bit bad?" Sherlock turned to John when the entire station went completely silent.
"Bit bad." John agreed amusedly as Beckett and Castle both went red in the face.
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A.N. and the first crossover is here! A Castle and Sherlock crossover that I thought would be fun to write. I've always loved Castle just because he's absolutely annoyingly fun. Not to mention he's hot as hell too! Just like Sherlock and John. At least in my opinion he is.
Anyways, review and let me know what you think about this chapter!