(Sorry it's been so long since I've written some work! Here's some more to keep you all happy. )
Rain ran down the windows, and thunder rumbled in the distance. Beckett stared at the man in front of her, who must have been a good 4 inches taller than she was.
"Oh, you've been expecting me, have you?" she questioned.
"I have indeed. Please, come in." he motioned with his hand towards the open room, dimly lit by a small light hanging from the ceiling. Beckett looked back to Esposito and the other officers, before entering the room. Looking around, she noted that there were two exits. One door, the one which they had entered the room from, and another wooden door on the other side of the room.
"How did you know I was coming?" she asked, staring the man in the eyes. He had a dark skin, with even darker eyes.
"We know almost everything there is to know about the NYPD."
"Oh yeah?"
The man chuckled, a deep laughter that sounded hollow. "Please, sit."
At this remark, Beckett whipped around and grabbed the man by his jacket.
She growled, "I didn't come here for a cup of coffee. I came to get him," she nodded towards Castle. "This isn't any of your business." She let go of his jacket, stepping back.
"Unfortunately, it is rather more my business than it is yours."
"Come on, Castle, let's go," Beckett said, grabbing Castle's arm. He jumped up, startled.
"Shouldn't you hear the man out?"
"Oh, puh-lease. Don't you start."
Esposito opened the door.
"I don't want to see you near Castle EVER again." Beckett muttered as she left the room, Castle in tow.
"Wait! Mam!" The man protested, eager to get her attention. "Castle hasn't done anything here. He came to us."
"You did WHAT?"
"Um, Kate-"
"No, Castle. You don't call me Kate. We were worried sick about you!"
"I came to tell them something."
"What?"
"Um…"
"Tell me Castle."
"I've actually….actually been working with them."
Beckett paled, her hands suddenly clammy on Castle's arm. She stepped backwards, shuddering.
"What?"
"Exactly what I just told you."
"This isn't the time and place for smart-ass comments."
"I know."
"I'm ashamed of you Castle." Her voice wavered, like a young kid who'd lost a battle with their parents over buying ice cream.
"Esposito, Ryan. Let's go."