Hang on to the end, there's nice twist set up.
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Office of the Police Commissioner
NYPD Headquarters
1 Police Plaza Path,
New York, NY 10038
"Sir you always say no one is indispensable," Gates states, "Everyone is replaceable."
"You think I'm acting that way towards Rick?" the PC asks.
"Well, yes sir," Gates nods, "You're offering him the moon to stay.
"Let's say, Catwoman dumps Batman causing him to quit," he replies, "Should Commissioner Gordon try to replace him, no easy task or make any deal to keep him."
"Batman?" Gates looks at him as if he's lost it.
"It's a metaphor," he answers.
"However," he goes on, "if a civilian stops a Dirty Bomb. I give him Batman status."
"Dirty Bomb?" she's shocked.
"What I'm about tell you is classified, understood?" the PC responds.
"Yes, sir," Gates says after losing the ability blink.
"I take it you know what a Dirty Bomb is?" the PC asks.
"It's an explosive weapon meant to spread radioactive material." she answers.
"In this case," the PC states, 45lbs. of TNT was attached to 500g of material."
"How bad were we looking at," Gates asks.
"The TNT would kill hundreds. he replies, "The radioactive material would eventually spread over two blocks, leading to cancer, leukemia and other diseases."
"So, what happened?" Gates asks nervously, almost stuttering.
"In early 2011, a cabbie, a Syrian immigrant was found dead next to his stripped cab, which he co-owned with his cousin.
"A note on the victims phone pointed Rick and Beckett to a storage locker. There, they found a weapons cache and were exposed to radioactive material. Homeland took over.
"Everyone assumed a sleeper cell because the driver once worked for Syria's weapons program and his last fair turned out to be a known Syrian Spy.
"Then the victim's cousin went missing. Everyone assumed he hooked up with others to get the bomb ready."
"I take it Mr. Castle didn't agree," Gates replies.
"God and devil are in the details the PC quotes, "It's one of Rick's favorite sayings. Because of 9/11 we tended see every terrorist threat as a nebulous group.
"But Rick postulated that all the clues easily pointed in strait line to the Syrian government a non-nebulose sovereign country with a lot to lose.
"So, Syria supports terrorists," Gates replies.
"But they always try to misdirect and to any connection. "Any acts of terror they sponsor, is done through third parties with no direct evidence of command and control by them.
"They're actions are kept to a level to keep the United States from launching an invasion. To Rick, the whole thing wasn't adding up.
"Mr. Castle suspected a Maskirovka?" She responds.
"Yea," the PC states, "Rick investigated on his own even speaking to the Syrian agent who claimed he was just trying to get the dead cabbie to come home.
"Homeland got angry and kicked him off the case. Of course, he didn't listen, and somehow convinced Beckett to go with him.
"They located the real ringleader, a very Caucasian cabbie, not Syrian. He and his friends locked them in a freezer trailer where they were storing the cousin's corpse.
"But Rick and Beckett were eventually saved. And their Discovery of the cousin's corpse pointed us in the right direction.
"What was the right direction?" Gates asks.
"The whole thing was a Black Flag Operation," the PC informs, "An act of terror designed to look like it was perpetrated by a usual suspect.
"The first victim got on to the other cabbie who killed him. Their plan all along was to leave the first victim at ground zero to frame as a patsy.
"But he got on to them, so they murdered him. Then they decided to murder his cousin to use both corpses as patsy's."
"Who was doing it? Gates says.
"American veterans of Afghanistan who were angry the war was losing priority. They wanted to give the country wake up call, point us at a new war with Syria."
"God," Gates puts her hand over her mouth.
"We eventually caught the leader," the PC continues, "But he wasn't talking".
"Rick convinced the Homeland guy to call the Syrian spy, who helped us find the location of the bomb. But the bomb was already on the move in a van.
"The conspirators kidnapped the child of the first victim and coerced his widow to drive the van to be the new patsy.
"Rick and Beckett found the van," the PC continues, "But no help was close enough to arrive in time."
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Study,
Rick Castle's Loft
427 Broome Street
Manhattan, New York, New York, 10013
"You told her you still love," Alexis walks in, "Doesn't that go contrary to a breakup."
"Eavesdropping was cute when you were little," Rick replies.
"And now," she crosses her arms?
"Still cute, but now you understand all the words," he smirks, "Which is uncomfortable.
"You mean like when you'd stare at Beckett's every move," Alexis replies.
"I just hope you didn't eavesdrop on Beckett and myself in a creepy way.
"Eww, gross, like I'd want to listen to my parents talk dirty on the phone," she blurts, when realizes what she said, "I mean you're my parent by not her."
"A Freudian slip pumpkin?" Rick smirks.
She makes a face.
"I told you before," Alexis counters, "I stopped looking up to her the first time she hurt you. She doesn't want to be my mom or stepmom and never did. It was a pipe dream."
Rick's phone rings and sees Kate on the Caller ID.
"Guess who," Rick states.
"Please close the door behind you and don't eavesdrop."
Rick closes the voice recorder app on his phone as Alexis leaves.
"What's going on?"
"How's Alexis?" Kate asks. Rick smiles. "You were Alexis talking to Alexis, right?"
"Is she still angry with both of us?" Kate asks.
"Of course, but for different reasons."
"What does she want from me," Kate replies, "What do you want from me?"
"I want you to settle all debts and friendships with Alexis," he states, "You can hate each other, love each other so long as you clear the air."
"What if I can't talk to her?" Kate asks.
"I Don't expect you too," he replies, "One thing I seen is that you can't handle emotional confrontations with people except in interrogation. Just let me know your decision."
"But I've just sent you a voice recording file from my phone. I know you might think it's eavesdropping, but I think it will help you understand."
"Wait, why is she mad at you?" Kate asks.
"She…uh…found out I've been authorized to carry a side arm," he says.
"What idiot did that!" Kate blurts.
"The Police Commissioner," Rick says sheepishly.
"Why would he do that?" she responds.
"He knows I can outshoot most of the NYPD including you," he replies, "He and Roy taught me. How do you think I was able to shoot the gun out of Dunn's hand?"
"You said that was a fluke," Kate recalls.
"I had my reasons for that," Rick replies.
"And what are the commissioner's reasons," Kate asks.
"Well, I have to ride with someone," Rick replies, "I suggested Javi and Kevin?"
"And he said?" Kate asks.
"I think his response was 'not those two wombats'," Rick replies.
"That's not fair!" Kate blurts.
"He was joking, I think," Rick chuckles, "But There are other reasons."
"Why is this even a topic?" Kates asks.
"Did you assume I'd leave without you there?" Rick responds.
"I really didn't think about it," She's shocked by the admission.
"Thinking about me been your weak point in this," he counters and senses here wince.
"Well, it's my life," Kate courters reflexively.
"You've said that before," Rick replies. "Adding 'And not your personal jungle gym."
"I remember," she replies.
"Well, it's my life and not some toy you pick up to play as you want," Rick counters, "Yeah, Frank asked me to stay with some changes."
"What changes," she blurts.
"You'll have to come back check it out," Rick states.
"Does she want you to come and liaison with your piece London ass," she snaps.
"My what?" he asks
"You know your little miss Diana," Kate answers.
"First, she's from Manchester not London and two she's a Lesbian."
"Yea, she mentioned that" Kate's snarks, "And instead of flirting with me, she made it clear she's willing to reconsider her options when it comes to you."
"Come on, that's just," Rick stalls, "I'm not sure what it is, but she'll get over it."
"I swear she had this attitude going on that you were already hears just waiting for her to take. She even mentioned how shed' love Alexis as a stepdaughter."
"She's pretending to mark her territory just to mess with you."
"Are you sure she hasn't marked you already," Kate files which Rick is waiting for.
"Let's get this clear," Rick gets angry, "Since Ellie Monroe, three years, I haven't been with anyone. I was waiting for you. You were it for me. That's how much I love you."
"Would you stop saying that" Kate snaps.
"Saying what?" Rick asks.
"That you love me," Kate counters, "You broke up with me."
"You broke up with me first," Rick replies, "And don't deny it. That is best end game here. The second was you didn't tell, so I would be the consolation prize.
"Tell me Kate, what would have happened if this job came up after we were engaged, married, or had kids," Rick doesn't raise his voice, "Would you not tell me about it."
"I can't talk about this over the phone," Kate dodges the question, "Maybe I'll talk to you when I get back."
"Oh, you will I'm sure," Rick smirks, "I'll even know the first thing you'll say."
He hangs up the phone, leaving her confuse.
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Office of the Police Commissioner
NYPD Headquarters
1 Police Plaza Path,
New York, NY 10038
"There was no SOP for this," he counters, "She wasn't Mel Gibson in Lethal Weapon 2 or 3."
"And Mr. Castle?" Gates asks, "I assume he was standing next to her."
"Yup," the PC Replies, "The timer got down to two seconds. Rick walked up to the bomb and pulled out all the wires at once disarming it."
"Sounds like a pure Hail Mary move," Gates replies, "Pure luck."
"You just can't give him credit," The PC scolds, "That's what Rick said, about his luck. There are plenty of men wearing The Medal of Honor who say the same thing.
"It was his incredible courage under fire not to mention his other contributions to the case saved thousands of lives from horrific deaths.
"Fine, look at it this way, before appointing a new Marshal, Napoleon first asked if the man was lucky."
"Napoleon lost at the end," Gates counters.
"Well, he left his luckiest Marshal, Davout, in Paris," and Wellington was damn lucky."
"Well, I prefer not to rely on luck," Gates replies.
"Actually, the lucky thing was how simple the bomb mechanism was?" he replies.
"I still think it was luck," she says, "How would he know to disarm even a simple bomb?"
"Rick is an autodidact and polymath," the PC replies.
"A what and a what?" Gates asks.
An Autodidact can learn a topic on his own without much teaching. A Polymath is someone who can master multiple often dissimilar subjects," he replies.
"Wait, isn't that what they said about Da Vinci," Gates blurts.
The PC shrugs.
"You're making this up," she scoffs, "He did not teach himself to disarm a bomb."
"Oh no," the PC replies, "The FBI taught him."
"Of course, they did."
"He shadowed the FBI's bomb disposable unit in New York," the PC replies, "He picked up how to deal with a simple mechanism."
"Why would they do that?" Gates asks.
"They were returning a favor," he responds.
"He consults with them too," Gates rolls her eyes, "Another other agency where he's moonlighting that I don't know about."
"The white-collar unit actually" the PC replies, "If it makes you feel better, Beckett doesn't know either unless they tell her."
"They're the ones I most worry about poaching Rick," the PC continues, "Beckett kept that from happening.
"If it does happen, I will be very put out which is why I will be very put out if it happens, understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"I think that's all."
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Mount Sinai-Union Square, Plastic Surgery
10 Union Square E #2l,
New York, NY 10003
Five very large men in black suites and black ray-bans walk down the hall and into the doctor's office.
"May I help you?" the receptionist asks.
"The solidly built, 6-foot-tall man in the lead displays his credentials and flashes a menacing, shark-like grin
He sees his target, beautiful woman in an expensive, tailored Navy skirt and blazer giving her receptionist a bit of chewing out.
Standing 5' 7" but taller in the expensive heals.
A simple string of pearls the pale freckled skin of her neck. Her pale green eyes barely register any distraction.
When she sees the men, she flips her dark red hair to the side, but realizes there are many to be drug reps.
"Dr. Kelly Nieman," he says in a deep husky voice.
"Yes, how can I help you?" she says knowing this can't be good.
"My name is Agent Gifford Marshall, IRS Enterprise Corruption Division," He replies, "And you may want to call your lawyer and your accountant no one should ever help us by themselves."
"I've never heard of the Enterprise Corruption Division," The Dr. replies.
"Yeah, we bill ourselves as the cool guys," Marshal smirks.
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Author Note: Some people keep asking me if I'm the same person as Castlefan6
I am not and I take offense at the insulation. I hate his works and mostly, I hate his cowardice. I allow any to comment on my work and just let it go.
Not only did he block me because I dared not this kiss Florida rear, but the miserable coward insulted me and then blocked me again without giving me a chance to defend my work.
His thin skin and cheap shots are very Trump like which make sense considering he's from Florida.
If anyone communicates with him, please pass this along.