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A/N: Over twenty reviews for my last chapter alone wow that is absolutely awesome guys! I will be warning everyone I doubt I will update over the weekend because of the holidays, but I have next chapter already mapped out so it shouldn't take long when I do write it. All of your reviews have been so great and I encourage you all to keep writing them because I love the feedback! This chapter brings to light what Powell was doing in the 12th and I hope all of you will greatly enjoy the unique way Castle stays involved with the case. As always all comments, critcism, questions, or corrections I am more than happy to hear so shoot them at me and I will answer back where appropriate. This chapter is a little on the light side word count wise, but I will try and beef up 10 since its my first chapter 10 of a story ever, and because you guys have been so awesome with the reviews. Enjoy!
Chapter 9: Ringing
Caine Powell was Castle's go to man for anything theft related. However, until recently that had only included advice and facts for the occasional book scenario. So when he had called Powell asking him to acquire some items from the 12th, as well as leave behind a few other items of choice, Powell had been very intrigued. All Castle really had to do was give a brief outline of what he had wanted and why, and Powell had been onboard right away. Besides he always said "He wanted to walk into the belly of the beast."
Sitting down at a table Powell unzipped the front of his jumpsuit and pulled out a file placing it in front of Castle. Reaching for it Castle opened it and quickly began to scan its contents.
Castle had asked Powell to acquire copies of all of the evidence Beckett and the boys had acquired pertaining to Felicia Monroe's murder. From the looks of it Powell had not only done that, but also managed to get the autopsy report and the x-rays right from under Lanie's nose.
"You have any trouble getting anything?" he asked wanting to double check that everything that he had listed was included.
"Not even a curious glance. I must say Richard that while the art is becoming more of young man's game there are certain perks to being my age. For example no one looks twice at an older man dressed as a janitor, sometimes stereotypes are a wonderful thing. Not to mention being a janitor gives you a perfectly acceptable excuse to wear gloves in public without suspicion," Powell said while gesturing down to the dark blue janitor jumpsuit he was currently wearing.
Letting out a snort of laughter Richard couldn't help but be amused. Leave it to Powell to stroll right through the halls of the 12th dressed as a janitor while taking everything he needed. Man Lanie was going to be pissed when she couldn't find her x-rays.
"And the items I asked you to leave?" Rick asked looking back at Powell.
"Safely nestled exactly where you asked with none the wiser. Your information on the placement of security cameras and how to access their servers was impeccable. Anymore information and you would have taken all of the fun out of the job," Powell said with a smile on his face still remembering his trip into and back out of the station.
Reaching into the duffle bag at his feet Castle took out a bundle of cash and slid it over to Powell. "Here you go payment for a job well done."
Powell looked quickly down at the cash before grabbing it and pulling two one hundred dollar bills out of the stack before sliding the rest back. "No need for payment among friends, besides you helped make a long time dream a reality today. I'll just take this little bit to reimburse the cost of this uniform and we'll call it even," Powell said while making the money seemingly disappear somewhere on his person.
Getting up Powell reached over to shake Castle's hand while giving his farewell, "If you need me again Richard don't hesitate to call, for now I think I'm going to disappear awhile. Just incase whatever you're caught up in comes my way."
"You've always been on the top of my list old friend. I'll give you a call when this is all sorted out to, till then," Castle said while shaking his hand.
After Powell was out the door Castle put the folder in his bag and sat down to wait. This place was burnt. Not because he didn't trust Powell, but because his training had instilled in him that the only safe place is a place where no one knows where you are, no matter how trusted the contact. After a few minutes went by Castle stood up and walked out the door. His first priority was to get to another safe location. From there he could take a closer look at what Powell had brought him after he got a night's sleep.
(BREAK)
Lanie was pissed. Yesterday had been bad enough with her being called to a crime scene only to find out Castle had been the primary suspect. She hadn't gotten more than a glimpse at him before she had immediately set about examining the body they had. Sure she had been pissed at Castle for leaving Kate like that, but she was going to do her best to find evidence that he wasn't guilty. Then she planned on having a nice long chat with him about how much of an idiot he exactly was.
Then IA got involved and not even ten minutes into her autopsy an agent had come in questioning her professional integrity, and accusing her of being an accessory to murder. Apparently that department had already decided Castle was guilty and were fishing for accomplices who were on the NYPD payroll. Needless to say she had sent that moron packing with two ringing ears. After accusing her he deserved a quick kick right to the ass.
Fast forward from there she had just finished her autopsy when the alarm had gone off and not even seconds later Kate was calling her. Hearing Esposito and Ryan were down she had hurried to them in panic, only to find Javier with a bruised throat and Kevin with a goose egg on his forehead lucky to have avoided a concussion. Castle had apparently kicked the tar out of the two and when they were discussing it a CIA agent had come and told them Castle was this super secret spy who was a killing machine and responsible for ending the Soviet Union. Ok maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration but it was close.
Now, the very next day, she had come into autopsy hoping to go back over all of her findings of Felicia Monroe's autopsy when all of her x-rays were missing. Every single x-ray she had taken apparently decided to get up and walk away from her causing her to spend thirty minutes of her morning searching for them before decided to just retake them all. All of this had caused Lanie to be incredibly pissed at everything and everyone that she had come across.
Finally just as she was in the middle of taking some time to enjoy her first cup of coffee in the morning her phone blared out obnoxiously loud. Cussing up a storm Lanie marched towards her desk. If IA or another rookie detective was on the other end Lanie was going to go postal.
Snatching up the phone she yelled into the receiver. "What!"
Her anger quickly evaporated when she heard the dial tone on the other end signaling that this particular phone was not the one receiving the call. Anger had now turned into full blown confusion as the ringing kept emanating from the desk. Lanie's own cell phone was in her bag in her locker with her street clothes, so what the hell was ringing? Opening up her desk drawer Lanie saw the source of the noise, a cheap pre pay cell phone.
Tentatively picking it up, the phone shrieking to be answered the entire time, Lanie slowly looked at it before flipping it open and hitting answer.
"Hello?" she asked completely unnerved at the fact that not only was a cell phone in her desk drawer, but also that someone was calling it.
"Lanie it's about time! I swear if you made me wait much longer I would have thought that you had gone deaf," a jovial voice exclaimed on the other end.
"Castle?"
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