Thank U dear readers for the overwhelming, INcreDiBle response to chapter 1!
*My excuse for this chapter is that Kate is PMS-ing*! LOL (Next chapter will reveal how Javi convinced Lanie to join in)
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She did NOT want to be dealing with this particular suspect today of all days.
She'd had a restless night tossing and turning and didn't want to dwell on why… But Ohhh, she couldn't get the picture ofhim out of her head.
She'd had the oddest dream about Castle and it had left her feeling unfulfilled, - sexually on edge. It was so bizarre that she even wondered what Dr. Ruth or Sigmund Freud might possibly think about it.
She'd dreamed that someone was leaning annoyingly against her buzzer at the God-awful hour of 2:25 am. She'd pulled herself out of bed, ran her fingers through her hair, and traipsed into her living room dressed in only a Yankees baseball Tshirt that barely covered her behind. She walked to the buffet table and pulled out her glock, checking the chamber to make sure it was armed and ready.
She jumped at the terse knocking on her door and then his unmistakable deep voice called, "Beckett, I nee - ed you."
She looked through the peephole and saw his famous baby blues flash mockingly. He was too wide awake, his eyes a bit glassy and she wouldn't be surprised at all to learn that he was drunk as a skunk. He swayed away from her door and her eyes immediately traveled downward. She noticed his beautiful bare chest, bulging pecs and trim hips.
She licked her suddenly too-dry lips.
What's going on?
She opened the door warily and said with confusion, "Castle, what are you doing heee—rrre?" but her voice petered out at his appearance.
He wasn't wearing a shirt and Holy hell, he wasn't wearing pants either. Just standing there before her in SuperMan boxers. (She couldn't believe she was actually thinking this, but they looked really good on him and made her wonder exactly how many pairs of Superhero boxers he might own)
And wow! There was the 'Man of Steel' in the air,
flying,
right on his umm -
His adorable, goofy grin adorned his face and screamed, 'I-am-the-man-of-my-Castle!' He leaned one arm on her doorjamb, and stood in that alluring stance, ass out, invading her personal space. He said in that sexy baritone of his, "Detective, - Superman wants to come out and play."
Him. Her. Playing together.
She stood there with her mouth agape and her hazel eyes bugging out of her head as she stared, mmm, at him or more accurately at Superman.
Yes, she would shamelessly, openly admit that she was grossly staring at the growing Superman, and then her eyes finally blinked, dragging her out of her fixation, as Rick reached behind his back and pulled out a single, short-stem white rose. (Which, she gratefully noticed, didn't have any thorns)
"Do you know what the white rose stands for, Detective Beckett?"
Oh my God, did he honestly have that rose shoved into the back of his waistband?
"Uhh, innocence, purity," she sighed, feeling guilty as her thoughts definitely weren't pure right now.
"That, as well as 'New Beginnings,' but I prefer the connotation of – " he took a deep whiff of the rose, "A love stronger than death."
He placed the rose between his teeth and zing! She never would've thought that she could be envious of a flower but that rose right there, yeah, in his luscious mouth with his white teeth nibbling on it succinctly, made her umm - .
She woke up tangled in her sheets, breathing heavily with a slight sheen of sweat on her brow and more than a slight sheen between her legs.
She'd swear she could smell fresh roses in her room, and since when did her erotic dreams have a dash of romance splashed in?
Yep, Freud would have an absolute hey day with this one. - I wonder what Lanie might think? Uggh No! Not Lanie. I'd never live it down.
It was all very confusing and mind-boggling and after tossing and turning all night and fluffing her pillow a thousand times and thinking of Castle in various comic book themed boxers, - Spiderman, Batman, Dare Devil, (Mmm, that one had potential) Aquaman (Nooo, she would not not go there) Kate decided that she just might be partial to The Incredible Hulk. (No psychiatric evaluation needed there)
Due to that very weird dream, she had a pounding headache (that was on the verge of turning into a migraine) and hauling in a hot stripper with blond streaks in her hair and boobs the size of Texas, - who unabashedly had eyes for Castle, - wasn't helping the situation.
She was on the precipice of a cliff watching Candice Littleton, AKA Candy Land, fawn all over her partner. She cringed at the fake eyelashes batting a mile a minute. She rolled her eyes over the collagen-filled lips that kept leaning into his ear and whispering suggestive things. She about lost her lunch when Candy shoved her gigantic breasts right into his chest.
The stripper was overly flirtatious, - constantly touching Castle and speaking in a smoky voice, - horny as a Chihuahua in heat. (Kate would later use that phrase to describe her to Lanie and even speculated that the exotic dancer had a mini white Chihuahua just because she had to emulate Paris Hilton)
She blatantly chased Rick with her, "Mr. Castle, I'm going to leave you tickets at the bar for my next show. I'd luuuv to introduce you to all my friends." (I just bet she would!) To, "There's no way you have a teenage daughter, you barely look 30." (Really? Even she readily admitted Castle looked near his age)
She had to restrain herself from throwing Castle off the case with how easily he giggled. (Yes, he was actually giggling at the sugary words flowing from the stripper's mouth) Plus, he was throwing the hussy his, 'Yes,-I-find-you-attractive-smiles-and-I'm-hoping- to-show-you-just-how-much-later-on.' (And they were exchanging these smiles way too often for her to be comfortable with leaving them alone) Kate knew that God damn sexy smile by heart because he used it so often on her.
Seriously, how could be interested in a woman who'd probably shown her assets to half the men in NYC?
"But Rick – Eee," Candice drawled, "I don't know a thing about my boss' murder… You believe me, don't you?"
"It's not what I believe that matters. You need to convince this lovely Detective here."
Ohh, she knew what he was trying to do, the sneaky bastard, - trying to worm his way back into her good graces by flattering her but it was not going to work today. He could take those enormous baby blues of his and smarmy charm and dreamy male voice and just stew for a while in the observation room.
"Castle," she stopped moving and put her hand up against his chest. Wow, it felt firmer than she expected it to. "You're not coming into interrogation today."
"What? Noo, you can't do that to me, Beckett."
"I just did. You can plant that author's butt of yours, (and Gawd, it's one mighty fine butt) in the interrogation room as I don't need you being a distraction to my suspect."
For me either! her heart screamed at her.
"But Beee – ckett," he whined. "I promise to sit still and not say a single word… I promise my lips are sealed." He mimicked zipping his lips shut and throwing away the key.
Ohhh, that made her think of their undercover kiss – his large hands that delved into her hair and angled her head just so, - his full lips that felt like satin beneath hers and then (Gulp) the slightest hint of tongue.
She couldn't get out of her head that freaking amazing undercover kiss and it intruded on her thoughts at the most inopportune of times.
Like now.
"I can't deal with this right now," especially since Candy Land was still hanging on his arm and looking up at him with liquid, Bambi eyes that screamed, "I want you to fuck me!"
And she certainly couldn't deal with the boys scrutinizing them right now either.
Wait, why did the boys keep sneaking glances at them? Is this skanky stripper really all that?
Espo looked like a smug, debonair Hispanic who'd just learned that his favorite supermodel was going to do a show in NYC and Ryan's little boy face was smattered with glee, - like he'd just won the lotto.
Uh-Oh, something's up with those two, but she didn't have time to dwell on whatever perverted thing was going on in the boy's minds because her peevish Partner had turned down his lower lip into a full pout.
"Please Beckett," and he leaned into her ear to whisper. (And no, his smell was certainly not divine and she didn't look down the front of his shirt to ogle the baby fine hairs there)
"I just know that this stripper will give me a thousand different ideas for umm, you know, - Nikki." He blew the word, 'Nikki,' hotly into her ear.
Oh hell no! Did he just say that? The arrogant, stupid man.
She folded her arms shoving what little chest she had in his direction. (See Mr-famous-womanizer,-I-can-compete-with-a-busty-ba be-even-though-she's-not-in-the-same-league-as-I)
Her jaw clenched and her eyebrows drooped and her disapproving look shouted, 'Castle-you-throw-Nikki-at-me-one-more-time-and-I' m-going-to-Nikki-IZE-you.
"Cas – ssle," she hissed.
He chuckled lightheartedly, "She's just research for the next book."
Her death glare promptly made him pull back from her.
She smiled to herself because Castle at the very least had the decency to look chagrined…Typical man swooning over a pair of silicone breasts attached to a size 22 waist!
The vanilla-musky scent (or more accurately fumes) flowing off from Candice started to drown her in their sickly sweet depths, making her nauseas. The sooner she got Candice Littleton out of the precinct, the sooner things could go back to normal.
"You stay in the observation room or go home for the day." She said forcefully, in that Detective tone of hers that brooked no argument.
He stood there with a lost puppy-dog expression on his face as she slammed the interrogation door.
"Have a seat there, Ms. Littleton," she directed the now sulking stripper to her seat. "If you're completely honest with me this discussion will be over in less than 15 minutes and you can go back to umm, - " (Being a Jezebel in your House of Ill repute) "Your place of work."
She heard the boys traipse into the observation room. Men! Why in the world did a pair of double Ds make them fuckin' clueless?
After listening to the bimbo drone on and on about how much her Boss meant to her and, "Just look at me." Candice swiped her hand down over herself in a Vanna White impression. "How could me, being so littl' and all, have killed a 300 pound man?"
Yeah, Kate was looking at her alright. About ready to arrest her for that travesty of an 80's tank top in bright fluorescent pink which she wouldn't be surprised to learn, 'glows-in-the-dark.' Plus, she was beginning to suspect that Candy Land might be 'dumb-as-a-post.'
"Ms. Littleton, (And she said the word, 'little,' lightly as her boobs were anything BUT) your Boss was shot to death so," her eyes flashed, "Little ol' you are a suspect… Where were you the night of the 16th around 7:30 pm?"
"Why, I was where I always am… In the dressing room at Buck's Bar putting on my Slutty Maid outfit for the show."
Why doesn't that surprise me? - Except I picture her more as a Slutty Nurse.
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By the time Lanie texted her begging for a girl's night out tonight at The Old Haunt, Kate was at the end of her rope dealing with Bambi's brain cells (or lack thereof) and Bambi's boobs. (Which just might be growing by the second)
She texted gratefully back, 'Count me in. I can't express enough how much I need a Girl's Night out. No men allowed. ;) '
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Lanie's brown eyes crinkled from her plastered smile. She called Javi and said joyously, "It's on... Those two are in for the surprise of their lives."