AN: The next several fics are just fills I wrote on tumblr but never actually transferred to here. So, this one and to whatever chapter number this ends on are all fills.
Prompt: How about a fic showing Montgomery's feelings on the now established Caskett relationship. I mean could be something like him looking at them from beyond or maybe he is still alive. I dunno, I just think it would be cool to read what he thinks of them now that they are together"
Roy Montgomery always prided himself on being right, most of the time. However, he was also humble enough to admit when he was wrong. Even in death, he still held onto these traits.
Dying was, strange, to say the least. He hadn't been exactly sure what to expect. A bright light, maybe, or darkness. He didn't know. However, when he had died the hangar, he had felt himself be transported out of his body. It was dark for a while, but then he found himself sitting in a meadow, with a blue sky and the greenest grass he'd ever seen. It turned out that he wasn't the only occupant of the space. There wee several other 'spirits' with him, all of whom were waiting to be lifted out the space between heaven and hell, he had been told. He could do what he liked, he could even travel to earth if he wanted. So, that's what he chose. Making frequent, almost daily, trips to Earth. However, he didn't know how often or how long he went. They didn't keep track of things like time where he was now.
So, he went to earth, watching over his family, seeing them grow and age. He was so proud of his girls. One was graduating high school and going off to Dartmouth. The other was almost done with high school as well and had her goals aimed just as high. He marveled at the Evelyn kept it together after his death and coped throughout the years. However, she never found another man, yet. Roy couldn't help but be slightly thrilled about that.
Roy didn't just watch over his family though. He often frequented the 12th precinct, where he once was in charge. On those visits, he would watch his former colleagues work, usually doing paperwork or going over leads on a case. Sometimes, he would sit in his old office and watch the new captain. He had known Victoria Gates when he was alive. She was a professional woman, very strict, but respectful to those who she respected and who returned the sentiment. He hadn't been surprised though when she disagreed with Castle being a consultant at the 12th. As time went by, he saw her warm up to the writer, even if she never admitted it.
Speaking of Castle, there was no person who Montgomery could be prouder of, besides Beckett of course. The writer had matured over the years, helping the team with their cases and being Beckett's anchor when she needed it. He had proven himself to be one of them and worthy of the boys' respect, and Beckett's love.
Ah, Beckett. What a long way she had come since Roy had first met her. She had been driven, which was always a good thing for a cop, but for the wrongs reasons. When he had caught her looking at her mother's file, he had known she was going to be a great detective and she was. However, she had been too straight laced, too stoic. He'd rarely see her go out to drinks with guys after work or go home when everyone else did. She often spent late nights at the precinct and would be there earlier than everyone else in the morning. So, when Castle came along, Roy was happy that she had a little disruption in her life. He had a feeling that something would happen between them, he just didn't know when. What he hadn't counted on, however, was Castle re opening the Johanna Beckett case. Roy knew his guilt would be revealed at some point, he just didn't know when. So, he wasn't surprised when everything spiraled out of control two years later. He had known the sacrifice he would have to make to keep Beckett and Castle safe. So, he died knowing that he had tried to make amends. Then, he watched.
He saw Kate get shot in the cemetery and Castle's confession to her. The former captain was disappointed, but not surprised, when Beckett pushed Castle away and isolated herself in her father's cabin. He spent the summer watching them practice their own forms of coping. For Beckett it was trying to get better, and, for Castle it was writing. He obseved them become partners again the following fall, along with Becket seeing a therapist, who helped her piece her life back together along with Castle, of course. He had been hopeful that they would get together soon and was thrilled when they seemed to be getting closer and closer together as the year went on. Beckett opened herself up more and seemed ready to be with Castle. However, that came crashing down when Castle overheard Kate's confession to Bobby. The man almost thought they wouldn't get together, but then they had patched things up as they always did. However, their big fight regarding her mother's murder had left him on edge, curious as to what would happen. He might be dead, but he wasn't a mind reader. However, he rejoiced when they got together that same night, and of course, gave them some privacy.
The years following that event was a rollercoaster ride of ups and downs. Throughout the whole time though, one thing proved true. They were there for each other and were partners through thick and thin. He and some of the occupants of his current space had made a playful bet, with nothing at risk, for when Castle would propose. He had thought six months. The guy who had bet a year won.
When the wedding day arrived, Roy wanted to glare at the big man upstairs or fate, or whatever force it was, for not letting them get married. Regardless, the couple of course worked through the situation and got married the following November. He beamed with pride, being an invisible onlooker to the ceremony. He was sure Castle would be amused at the fact of a ghost attending their wedding.
Now, Kate was ready to take the captain's test, and he knew she would do him proud. Castle was also taking the next step in his career and Roy couldn't be happier for him.
However, he felt an even bigger joy as he stood in the Castle loft and looked on as Kate handed Castle a small package, a book, Roy knew from watching her earlier. The book would bring a smile to his face and inform him of their newest addition to the family. He was sure the joy was due to the fact that there would be a little Castle or Beckett running around the loft.
Or maybe it was because he was always, or usually, right.
