A/N: Sorry for taking so long. I just had 'A Death in the Family' (to keep in Castle terms) and it has been a bit of a hectic week. To make it up to you this chapter is the longest so far. As always I will be looking forward to your reviews, they make me want to write more. So enjoy! :D

Chapter 8

Castle and Beckett were brought in to the precinct separately by detectives Hagen and Chavira.

As they were escorted to the interrogation rooms, hands cuffed on their back, Ryan and Esposito looked at them. They both swallowed hard at the sight of their boss and Castle, cuffed. Both Ryan and Esposito didn't believe they killed Alex and George but they weren't on the case anymore. They were sure there had to be some kind of explanation and they both knew that Castle was usually the one who came up with those.


Castle shot a last glance at Beckett who was being led into the first interrogation room as he was forced to walk to the next one. Beckett also looked at him and Castle could see the fear mixed with confusion and anger clear in her eyes. He felt the urge to go up to her and hold her in his arms, telling her it would be alright. Bet he didn't know if it would be alright. He sighed as he saw the door to the interrogation room Beckett was in close behind her. He felt a push in his back and heard detective Hagen say: "Just keep walking." In a stern voice.

When they reached the door of interrogation room two detective Hagen led him to the chair while he informed Castle from his rights. Castle sat down and let his gaze wander around the room he'd become quite well acquainted with over the last months, although he'd never looked at it from this new perspective before. As the detective took a seat he let his mind wander over to Kate Beckett…


"You have the right−" detective Chavira started.

"I know the rights." Beckett cut him off. "I'm a detective too in case you forgot." She informed him. Although she was a bit afraid of what was going to happen she was also pissed because she, of all people, was a suspect in a murder case.

"No I didn't forget that. I do wonder why a good detective like you would do something this gruesome. Did your work get to your head?"

"I didn't kill anyone!" She said. "But I do know who did kill the victims."

"Ah, is that writer the one who killed them then? It does figure seeing he has a police record. It's not the smartest tool though. So did you plan it and let him kill them?"

"No! I had nothing to do with this neither did Castle. This guy named Felix and his friend Bob did it. They tried to kill us!" She said hating the fact detective Chavira had accused Castle and her.

"So you're saying it's all just a coincidence… The fingerprints, the gun, the pictures from the security camera−" He started summing up.

Beckett became a little pale at that list of evidence but didn't believe they actually had it. After all, she had nothing to do with it. "I don't know what you're talking about." She said.

"Well maybe this will help you." He said as he opened a case file lying on the table and began to read facts from it. "It says here that you were gone since yesterday morning. No one heard a thing from you or Castle until this afternoon. George Newman, owner of the chess shop, was killed with a gun that was found in Castle's apartment. The gun was registered to him and was bought yesterday afternoon with his credit card. Also the knife the first victim was killed with was found in your apartment." He looked up from the file to see her reaction as she let this sink in.

He continued: "The murder took place yesterday night. All the security cameras in the street were disconnected. But the one on the inside of the storage room, where George Newman was found, was still on. It has registered the both of you leaning forward into the room and then quickly back. After that the camera was also disconnected."

"That can't be true." Detective Beckett said while becoming paler by the minute.

"And how do you explain this then?" Detective Chavira said as he pulled some pictures from the case file and laid them down for her to see.

On the pictures you could clearly see Castle and Beckett, although it wasn't a very good picture. It was taken from the side, so that you couldn't really see their faces that good. But Beckett had to admit that it was a picture of her and Castle. She also noticed that you could only see their upper bodies and that they had their eyes closed. Just as she started thinking about that Chavira's clear voice cut through her thoughts.

"And if that isn't enough we also found your fingerprints on the knife we found, and Castle's fingerprints on the gun. In the hand of George Newman we also found a piece of a chess set, this time without fingerprints."


"But what about motive?" Castle, who had just heard exactly the same as Beckett had heard, asked. "I mean it is a lot of evidence but why do you think we would've killed them, and especially in this way?"

Detective Hagen frowned at that comment but quickly went back to his poker face. "Because you're a writer, you wanted it to be more than just the average murder." He said sounding pleased with himself for finding this answer.

"Even if that would be true what about Beckett, why would she do this?" Castle was trying his best to give the detective a hard time. And of course he tried to let him see that Beckett and him where innocent.

Detective Hagen had a frustrated look on his face and said: "Just let me ask the questions okay?"

Castle smiled at that comment, knowing he couldn't come up with a motive for Beckett. It was sort of a relief to know that they found Beckett more innocent than him. Now he knew that his mind was racing over the evidence detective Hagen had shown him. Of course Felix had both murder weapons so he'd broke into Castle's apartment and left the evidence there. Since Beckett and Castle were knock out he could just get their fingerprints all over them.

The thought of Felix or Bob in Castle's apartment made Castle nauseous. Alexis and some psycho killer in the same room made him worry sick about her.

"Hm, well I think that this was all for now." Detective Chavira said. "I will bring you to your cell where you can spend the night."

Castle was escorted to a cold cell, with nothing then cement on the floor. There was a small bench at the wall where he would be sleeping. He looked at the empty cell next to him hoping that Beckett would soon be there beside him.


"What proof do you have that the persons you say are the real killers?" Detective Chavira asked Beckett, not really sounding as if he were taking her seriously.

"Well I have a sound file on my phone…" She said.

"Okay and where is this 'phone' ?" He asked her.

"He took it away but he also drugged me to sleep. Look." She said as she pulled up her sleeve a bit to show the needle mark on her arm.

"Hm, yes well that could be a reason." Detective Chavira murmured to himself while scribbling down something .

"What could be a reason for what?" She asked.

"Your motive to work together to kill people with Castle. He drugged you and then convinced you to kill." He stated.

"No Castle didn't drug me or killed anyone neither did I. I'm telling you the truth!" She said. Beckett was getting really tired of this.

"Well let's continue this tomorrow, maybe a night in the cell would help you make up your mind a bit." With that he led her to the cell next to Castle.

As she walked by he looked up and gave her a reassuring smile. Once she was inside the cell detective Chavira took off her cuffs and locked the door behind her. The only thing that separated her from Castle were iron bars between their cells. As she heard the footsteps form detective Chavira die away she looked at Castle who was sitting as close to the bars as possible.

"Hey." He said as she sat next to him the cold iron bars pushing in her arm.

"Hey." She said to him as she felt the heat of his skin against hers. That feeling made her feel better than she had all afternoon.

Castle wanted to say something but didn't know what. He decided to just sit beside her in silence. As his thoughts went over the afternoon again and again he looked aside to see Beckett sleeping. She had her mouth open a little bit and breathed steadily. She had fallen asleep almost against him, and he smiled contently at the sight of her sleeping. He slowly fell asleep too, his thoughts not longer about the murder but about the women next to him, Kate Beckett.

A/N: I haven't written the next chapter yet but I do have one word, well... two words actually: Prison break. And I don't mean the tv-series. :P