RevSwitched10

Roselyn Karpowski called Castle back and told him that the 'coast is clear' and that she expected to see him bright and early in the morning…about 10ish…and she had laughed when 'Castle' had asked what her favorite pastry was and how she took her coffee. She didn't want things to seem out of kilter and Castle would be the gentleman about things, thus the inquiry.

"Rick, I'm on a diet and I like the coffee here at the Precinct. I'm low maintenance so just drop on by when you feel like it. We've got something that you'll like: a model killed at a fashion show by poisoned makeup. Right up your alley, Writer Man."

Karpowski's comments upset Kate on several levels. First, she said she was on a diet. The last time she'd gone on a diet had been when she was fucking the new guy from Narcotics. Second, her 'low maintenance' comment was a dig at her, Beckett, for her specific coffee needs. And third, she'd called him Writer MAN instead of Writer BOY and that just pissed her off.

The final straw was when Karpowski had called him 'Rick'. It was…unprofessional to use first names in the Precinct. It was tradition. It was…

It was my way of letting Castle know where he belonged and also of keeping it purely professional.

Alexis was out with Ashley and Martha was just 'out' and she wondered how Castle handled his mother when she did show up. She knew Martha drank and that it had become a more frequent habit as roles went to younger women and what roles did come her way were for aging dowagers or old hookers and the like.

We all get old. We all face the day when we finally have to face facts – we're old. Well, not Castle, of course. He's living proof that you have to grow old but you can stay immature forever. It was one of the things I lo –

If her mind had jaws, the neighbors would have heard them slam shut. No fucking way!

12th Precinct

"Beckett, how'd you know?" Ryan was standing at her desk and interrupted Castle's train of thought.

"Huh? Oh, Ryan! Back already? How'd I know what?"

"Went over to LifeShare and schmoozed one of the clerks there with 'me Irish charm' and got lucky. All four were regular donors and all four had the rarest blood type on earth: AB-. Less than 1% of humans have this blood type and it's in high demand by other AB Negative types and can cost over $600 a pint!"

"I don't suppose your Irish charm extended to getting a listing of all the other AB Negative donors, did it?"

He knew Kevin would pursue the lead relentlessly. Esposito got the calls and was the muscle but Kevin Ryan was the researcher and 'digger'. He could ferret out information from a computer database that no one else could find or make connections.

"Does the proverbial bear defecate in the woods?" He smiled so Castle knew he'd got the list.

"Just answer the question, Kevin, and leave the crap in the forest. Did you get the list?" So Beckett-like. I got her down to a T.

"Boss, I also got a name for us to look at. Shelly Fontana was recently fired for 'mismanagement' of blood supplies. It seems that Ms. Fontana 'lost' several pints of…may I have a drum roll?" Castle rolled his eyes in Beckett-fashion while Esposito 'drum rolled' on her desk.

"AB Negative. The entire stock." He smiled and waited for it…4…3…2…1.

"The entire stock? When? Damn it, Ryan, I'm not a dentist and I don't like pulling teeth! Spit it out!"

"Two weeks before our first drained victim was found. Seems the shelf life of blood isn't all that long and that's why they have these blood drives…"

Castle scanned the list and set the guys on the phones to locate each of the 16 known donors on the list and ask them to 'stop by for a chat'. These people formed a potential victim pool and needed to be 'warned'.

"Esposito, call the judge and get a warrant so we can go over Ms. Fontana's phone and financial records. Kevin, dig out what you can on her. Once we get the goods on her, let's go visit her and see…if she has fangs."

The guys laughed. Beckett rarely lightened up and when she did it was invariably with a 'Castle-ism'.

Loft

Beckett was bored. She didn't feel like watching a movie or even taking a nap. She walked into Castle's office, took his laptop from the desk and sprawled across his leather couch and made himself comfortable. She laid the laptop on his stomach and opened it up and started reviewing the folders on his desktop display.

She opened up the folder entitled simply 'edited/deleted' and smirked. It was Castle's list of scenes from chapters that had been heavily edited or deleted. She opened the first file and started reading, ignoring the comments the editor had added.

The first file was a rather disjointed conversation between Nikki Heat and Jameson Rook and she could see why it had been deleted. It rambled on without intent.

The second file was merely a description of a crime scene and she couldn't remember anything like it in any of his books. She clicked on the comments and read that his editor (Gina?) thought it was 'obviously contrived to meet one of your UFO/Alien Abduction fetishes'. She laughed to herself. She wasn't the only one who thought that every crime seemed to be tied to Aliens or the CIA.

The third file was gold. It was a scene between Rook and Nikki. They were in a bathtub and Rook had Nikki lying on him, her legs splayed open, one arm wrapped around his neck, their cheeks touching. Rook's erect cock was deep within her and she was whispering filthy things in his ear, begging him for release but he just laughed at her saying 'you made the bet, now let's see who wins'. He lightly stroked her back and then reached down and cupped her ass cheeks and lifted her off him. She whimpered that he wasn't playing fair but stopped when he slid down further into the tub and pushed her upwards so that his mouth could assault her clit, sucking on it and slipping two fingers into her hot center and fucking her until she moaned, her muscles clenching at his fingers, and then shivered and whispered his name….'Oh, Rook…'.

"I won, Nik. You cook dinner."

Kate read the entire segment and felt Castle's cock straining against the confines of his jeans. It was definitely uncomfortable and Beckett unbuttoned and then unzipped his jeans and smiled at the relief she felt. She slipped her fingers under the edge of the elastic waist band and down until she could 'straighten' things out.

Unconsciously his fingers sought out the base of his cock and began stroking upwards, rubbing a thumb over the head and spreading the precum over it. It felt nice and she saw nothing wrong with giving in to to the arousal she felt. She stroked its length up and down and smiled when she felt how wet and slick the head and her palm became.

I wonder how many times Castle's lain here doing just this and thinking about…me?

That seemed to trigger an increase in arousal and she could feel his heart beat in the veins of his rigid shaft as she stroked his cock. She imagined how it would feel to have this thickness between her legs and how she just knew he'd insist on going down on her and eating her before actually fucking her. If she knew Castle's ego, he'd want her calling out for him to 'just fuck me, Castle, pleeeease' before he'd give her what she craved.

The suddenness of his orgasm surprised her as thick spurts of his semen shot up and over her hand. She was almost breathless with the feelings she was experiencing although it was nothing like the dream blowjob.

She licked her fingers clean and smiled. It tasted exactly as she'd expected – and then she realized what she'd thought and shook her head – his head – and wandered off to take a shower and change clothes. One thing she knew for certain - she intended to read more of Rook's tortures of poor Nikki Heat.

They never made it into the book. I wonder why not?