A/N: So, longer chapter this time around. Hopefully, you'll enjoy it, I just have to quickly fess up to something now. There's a lot of stuff in this chapter about the structure of the NYPD that being a British person who's never even been anywhere in America, I had no idea about so I had to research it. If it's wrong, I'm sorry but blame Wikipedia (or me for using Wikipedia – that's cool too since I should know better.)


"Something smells heavenly," Kate called as she entered the loft, sniffing appreciatively and stopping in the kitchen to glance into the open pan sitting on the stove.

"I'm making puttanesca sauce," Alexis replied, appearing from behind the open fridge door with a jar of olives.

"Sounds great. I'll be right back!" After getting rid of her gun and holster, Kate stripped from her work clothes, grabbing a pair of cotton three-quarter length sweat pants and one of Castle's t-shirts to wear instead. She was still twisting her hair up into a messy bun as she walked back out into Rick's open plan kitchen-diner-living-room. "Want a hand?"

"Actually, if you could help me find the lid for this saucepan, that would be really helpful. Dad must have rearranged stuff whilst I've been gone."

Kate nodded and pulled open the bottom cupboard furthest from where Alexis was standing, wondering whether she should mention the fact that she was the one who had rearranged Castle's kitchen after getting fed up with finding numerous open bottles of ice cream sauces in the most ridiculous places. In the corner of the cupboard a number of saucepan lids were stacked, though Kate only grabbed the second largest one and handed it to Alexis.

"Thanks. So how was work?"

"Slow, we had nothing but paperwork. You want me to cut up those capers?"

"That's okay, I've got it."

From inside the bedroom she shared with Rick, the muffled tones of her cell phone rang. "I should get that. It's probably the wedding planner." Only as Kate stopped in the doorway, the ringtone ended and without the noise, she was unable to track it down. She was on her hands and knees, checking under the bed when the house phone began to ring.

"Hello?" Alexis answered just as Kate skidded to a stop beside her. "It's Dad," she told Kate, crossing back into the kitchen and dunking the tomato covered wooden spoon she had been holding back into the sauce. "Yeah, Kate's here. Dad wants you to pick up the other phone, Kate."

Kate grabbed the second handset sitting on the coffee table in the living room.

"Hey Castle, how's the tour going?"

"It's going great. I'm at the airport, just waiting to board the plane to Atlanta." In the background, Kate and Alexis heard someone speaking and then Castle replying testily, "It'll only take a minute, Gina. Just let everyone else board before us."

"Is everything okay, Castle?"

"Yeah, everything's fine. They've just started boarding the plane that's all, so I'm gonna have to go soon. Why didn't you pick up your cell?"

"I didn't quite get there in time, and then I couldn't find it."

"Did you check your trouser pockets?"

"Give me one second," Kate told him, getting up off the couch and walking back into the bedroom.

"Well?"

"Hold on," Kate snapped, "I haven't even gotten the lid off the hamper yet." She cradled the phone between her shoulder and her ear so she could use both her hands to take the lid off of Castle's wicker laundry hamper and pull out the now-wrinkled trousers she had worn to work. Just from the weight of them in her hands, she could tell her phone was still in the pocket. "Got it," she told Castle, as she replaced the lid one-handed, balancing it on the rim of the hamper because that was all the dexterity she could manage with her left hand.

"Okay, well I'm going to have to go. Gina's pestering me to board now. I'll call you again tomorrow."

"Okay, speak to you tomorrow. I love you."

"I love you too," Castle replied. "You too, Sweetie," he added, talking to Alexis.

"Bye, Dad." Alexis had already replaced the phone into the base on the island in the middle of the kitchen when Kate put her handset back on the coffee table. "It won't be much longer," she commented into the silence between them. "I'm just waiting for the capers to be done."

Kate nodded and pulled two plates out of one of the cupboards for them both. She almost got two glasses out when getting a wine glass for herself, the action so habitual. She and Castle almost always shared a bottle of wine at the end of a long day. She hovered in front of the open cupboard a moment longer. "You want anything to drink?"

"I'll just have a soda," Alexis answered, abandoning stirring her sauce and spaghetti for a moment to grab a can from the fridge before passing it to Kate who poured it into a glass for her and set it beside one of the plates.

"This looks great, Alexis," Kate complimented as Alexis set the dish of Spaghetti alla Puttanesca on the table with spoon-ended tongs for serving the pasta.

"Thanks. Hopefully it tastes as good."

Whilst serving herself, Kate asked, "How was your week at Paige's?"

"It was good. You can never get bored of fringe science. Staring at Joshua Jackson's face all day every day is just an added bonus."

Kate chuckled, remembering what it was like to be a teenager and obsess over guys. She distinctly remembered having an embarrassingly large crush on the boys of Hanson for a while before moving on to punk and rock bands in her rebellious years.

"Lanie was asking after you today."

"Yeah?"

"She wants her first and only intern back."

Alexis laughed. "You mean she misses being able to gossip with me about you and Dad and how long it was going to take the two of you to get your act together."

Kate's fork stopped and hovered in front of her face. "You didn't actually talk about us, did you?"

Alexis stared back at Kate.

"You're right. It's Lanie, of course that's what you talked about." Rolling her eyes, Kate moved her formerly motionless fork and ate the spaghetti.

"Well, we talked about other stuff too. You know, college, cases, Ashley…" Alexis shrugged. "Oh, before I forget, a letter was forwarded from your apartment today." She hopped up for a moment and grabbed the envelope from the wicker tray sitting on the wooden sideboard by the door.

"Thanks," Kate said as she set her fork down and took the envelope addressed to her, tearing it open. She frowned as she read the letter inside.

"Is something wrong?"

"Captain Gates has recommended me for a promotion. Sergeant."

"Kate, congratulations! That's great!" Alexis exclaimed, then noticing that Kate didn't look particularly pleased by the news. "Isn't it?"

"I wouldn't be solving cases anymore," Kate explained, glancing away from the letter. "Just sitting in the precinct all day, doing paperwork and management stuff."

"So what are you going to do? Are you going to take it."

"I don't know," Kate admitted. Whilst party of her knew she would miss solving cases, helping people, bringing closure to relatives of the victims she was assigned, she also couldn't completely smother the spark of pride within her. "I'll Speak with Captain Gates tomorrow morning, I guess. Call your Dad, get his opinion, and then think about it for a few days before I make a decision."


"We were just about to call you," Javi said as Beckett stepped off the elevator and walked straight into Esposito and Ryan.

"Body drop?" The pair of detectives nodded. "I'll meet you there. I just need a quick word with Gates."

Kate left her messenger bag at her desk before crossing to Captain Gate's office and knocking.

"Come in!" Gates called from inside, looking up and asking, "Detective Beckett, haven't you got a case to be working?" as soon as Beckett entered.

"Sir." Beckett paused, staring at her Captain looking what could only be described as flustered, as she sifted through file after file, glancing every now and then at her computer screen and the clock on the wall.

"What is it Beckett?" Gates barked, her patience running thin.

"That promotion you recommended me for-"

"-Yeah, what about it?"

"Why'd you recommend me?"

Gates' hands stopped moving files and she sighed. "Take a seat, Beckett," she said, nodding at the chair on the other side of her desk. While Kate sat down, Victoria Gates removed her glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Is- Is everything okay, Sir?" Beckett asked hesitantly, wondering whether the Captain would take well to her prying.

"I've just got the commissioner on my ass, demanding the latest stats on our arrests, and the first floor has screwed up their filing." Walking around the desk, Captain Gates stopped just beside her best detective and perched just behind her computer. After a moment she spoke again. "I recommended you for the opening, Beckett, because I see in you what I saw in myself twenty years ago."

"Sir?"

"Twenty years ago, I was where you were. I'd been a Detective right here in New York for almost fifteen years, and I'd never even considered going the administrative route until my husband proposed. Before I knew it, I'd said yes and I was having to choose between my job and starting a family when the offer came to work as an Investigative Supervisor in Internal Affairs. You're getting married, Beckett, I thought maybe you should put some thought into your options and your future."

"I appreciate it, Captain, but I've got a few more years Detective in me yet."


"What have we got?" Beckett asked as she joined Esposito and Ryan at the crime scene.

"Unidentified vic. Cleaner, one Jose Gomez called it in just after six o'clock this morning after finding the body when he came in to clean the apartment."

"The building has a male cleaner? Really?" Ryan asked.

Esposito shrugged. "Dude, rich people live here, what d'you expect?"

Beckett rolled her eyes at their antics. "Anything else?"

"Yeah, doorman says he escorted someone out of the building around that time this morning."

"Anything more precise? A description?"

"No precise time yet. I've got uniforms canvassing to see if anyone else saw anything. Our only description so far is of a male between five seven and six feet, wearing a black hoody. No age, no facial description. Not a lot to go on."

Beckett nodded. "Any clues on the vic's identity yet?" she asked, stepping past Esposito to get a look at the body and speak with Lanie about the cause and time of death. She froze, staring at the body in shock.

"Apartment's listed as belonging to Terry Winters," Ryan answered, checking the name on a note in his hand, not noticing that Beckett hadn't even heard him.

"Yo, Beckett, are you okay?"

"That's Rachel," she said, clearly shaken.

"Your wedding planner?"

"Didn't I tell you I'd seen her somewhere?" Espo demanded, backhanding Ryan's arm.

"Lanie?" Kate asked, crouching near her dead wedding planner's head.

Lanie looked at her sympathetically as she answered, "There's a fatal stab wound here." She pointed with her pen, though it was obvious enough from the pool of blood on Rachel Winters' blue dress. "It looks like a standard knife though it probably punctured her lung, but she didn't go down without a fight. See these bruises here on her arms, they're-"

"-from blocking attacks." Kate nodded, recognising the bruises after having numerous collections of her own after spar sessions.

"Right. From the colouring of them, I'd say she's been dead at least a day. You know as well as I do, that when there are obvious signs of struggle like these there's a good chance of there being DNA under her fingernails. But it's going to be a few hours before I know for certain."

Beckett forced herself upright. "Ryan, get on to her assistant, see if he knows about any problems Rachel was having-"

"-Beckett, what are you doing? You know you can't investigate this-"

"-Javi-"

"No, you know Gates won't allow it," Esposito argued. "Let us handle it."


Beckett sat behind her desk, watching Esposito and Ryan start the murder board, feeling completely useless. Behind her eyes burned the image of Rachel's lifeless body, making guilt rise in her throat like bile.

"Beckett, a word," Gates commanded, standing in her office doorway.

Kate sighed and stood, following her Captain into her office for the second time that day.

"I understand the victim is your wedding planner?"

"Yes, sir," Beckett answered, standing in an approximation of the at ease position between the door and the desk.

Gates surveyed her best detective for a moment. "You know you'll have to be interviewed-"

As she expected, Detective Beckett didn't react well to the news. "-Sir, I had nothing to do with this! I don't understand why I can't just investigate the damn case. I worked my mother's case; I can work this one-"

"-Detective Beckett, you know damn well why you can't work this case. You may not be a suspect, but you're a person of interest given that Rachel Winters was currently planning your wedding. And you may have worked your mother's case, as well as your own shooting, but you weren't objective. I need detectives who are able to be objective working this. Ryan will interview you and then I want you out of this precinct."

Beckett bit the insides of her cheeks to stop a retort. She nodded once and spun on her heel to leave. As her hand landed on the door handle, Captain Gates called her back.

"Oh, and Detective Beckett, I think it's time Mr Castle returned to New York City. He'll need to be interviewed too."

Esposito and Ryan looked up as Gates' office door slammed shut, the blinds covering the window shaking while Beckett stood in front of them breathing heavily, looking madder than they'd ever seen her.

"Beckett, you okay?"

She shook her head at Esposito's question. Behind her Gate's door opened again. If Captain Gates was surprised to see Beckett still standing there, her lips set into a grim line, it didn't show. Completely unfazed, she met Ryan's questioning look and said, "Ryan, you'll interview Detective Beckett."

"Er-"

"-Now, Detective Ryan," Gates interrupted, giving both Esposito and Ryan a stern look before going back inside the office and shutting the door.

"Are you okay to do this now, Beckett?" Ryan asked, watching Kate.

"I need to call Castle," was Kate's only answer as she finally moved away from the door and out to a corridor where the entire bullpen wouldn't be watching and listening in on her conversation. Whilst the phone rang seemingly on and on for minutes, she chewed her bottom lip, wondering how on earth she was supposed to tell him that his book tour was over and he had to come home so he could be asked whether he had anything to do with their wedding planner's death – a notion that was completely ridiculous anyway since he'd been out of the state for over a week. Finally, he answered, "Your ruggedly handsome writer speaking."

"Castle-"

Just from the slight rasp in her voice, he knew something was wrong and was butting in to the conversation. "Kate? What is it? Is it Alexis? Has something happened?"

"It-it's not Alexis, she's fine. Rachel, she's- Rachel's been murdered, Castle. You have to come home-"

"-I'll be on the first flight back, Kate," he promised.

In the background, Kate heard Gina bristling. "Richard Castle, you are not going anywhere. You agreed to a three week book tour-"

"Gina, our wedding planner's been murdered. You really think Paula's not gonna call me back to New York to run damage control? The tour's over whether you like it or not," he huffed, trying to keep his voice down and out of earshot of the fans still hanging around the bookstore, even though his signing was coming to an end and there was no reading of Deadly Heat scheduled.

"Gina's not happy, huh?" Her voice came out a whisper and she cursed herself for it. But she just couldn't help the guilt, the shame over what she had said to Lanie the previous day.

That's the fourth time this week I've got her voicemail. I thought wedding planners were supposed to make things less stressful, not more… God, I might as well do it all myself anyway, all the help that Rachel's been. At this rate there won't be a wedding and Castle'll just be about fifty thousand dollars poorer, after paying for the venue we didn't want and the world's most expensive yet useless wedding planner.

"I feel awful, Castle. I was annoyed with her. I kept trying to get in contact with her but she wasn't picking up her phone. I was annoyed and the whole time she was probably already lying dead on her father's apartment floor."

"Don't do this to yourself, Kate, you didn't know," Castle murmured.


"No, I hadn't spoken to Rachel for a few days," Kate sighed. "The last I heard from her was Thursday, when she said she would send some colour sample sheets round to me, only they never arrived."

Ryan nodded, making a note of the date Kate had mentioned in his notebook.

"Okay, you mentioned her assistant earlier, do you have a name for him?"

"Henry something, I don't know his last name," Kate apologised, shaking her head and shrugging. "I have her business card somewhere, so I can give you her office number – you can probably get in contact with Rachel's assistant there."

"Do you know if she currently had any other clients?"

"Ryan, I have no idea. We didn't talk about it; the only thing we did talk about was my wedding. I barely knew Rachel, we only met just over a week ago."

"In that case that's probably everything then." Ryan stood up from the plush couch he had been sat in and returned to his desk to update Esposito, leaving Beckett to gather her remaining things and leave. Driving home, she tried not to dwell on the day, but her dark thoughts were only really pushed aside when Castle called.

She swiped her finger across the surface of her iPhone where it was locked onto the dashboard in a handsfree dock, diverting her attention from the road just for the slightest moment. "Hey," she greeted.

"You are not going to believe the barney Gina just had with Paula over the phone!"

"Barney?"

"British slang, means argument."

"Funnily enough, I knew that. This is your widely travelled fiancée you're speaking to," Kate deadpanned.

"You've been to England?"

"Uh huh."

"You do realise these are the kind of things you should tell me, right?"

Kate rolled her eyes as she said, "Castle, I was sixteen. My parents took me on holiday, okay?"

"Maybe Nikki and Rook could go to England…" He trailed off as his mind obviously got lost in the middle of a possible Heat storyline. "New York's finest and Scotland Yard… Oh yeah, that would work."

"Castle, focus! Why don't you get back to this so-called barmy Paula and Gina were having." It wasn't a question, and Castle knew as much. Still, she could hear Castle grinning down the phone as he made an enthusiastic reply.

"You wouldn't believe it; this was a cat fight if I ever saw one – wait, heard one? Anyway, so we're at the airport, and they've been 'discussing' the situation ever since we got in the limo outside the bookstore. And Gina's on the phone all the way through check in, refusing to hang up as we go through security – and she now owes me five hundred dollars of bribe money, I might add – and she's been trying to convince Paula for forty five minutes that she can work damage control on her own and it'll look better for me to continue the tour when Paula just snaps. I swear, even security could hear Paula screeching at Gina down the phone, telling her that she's already had the police on the phone and that they have to interview me!"

"Castle…you're not saying all this in front of Gina are you?"

"No, she's gone to the bar. Said she needed a stiff drink – hardly surprising given that ear-lashing. Even my arguments with Gina were never that bad. And then Gina yells back, telling Paula she's being an idiot, that I'm marrying the NYPD and that as a valued member of the homicide team, I could be interviewed over the phone-"

"-I'm sure Captain Gates would disagree," Kate muttered.

"Hey, she likes me," Castle complained. He knew Kate would have her eyebrows raised in doubt and added, "more than before."

"Yeah, in your dreams, Castle. She still thinks you're an ass."

"Now that's just plain wrong. I don't, and nor do I want to I might add, dream about Iron Gates. The only person I dream about is you, Detective Beckett. Oh and the Yeti sometimes."

"Why, is the Yeti still angry with you for eating all the ice cream?"

Kate struggled not to snort as she kept her laughter silent. It wasn't like Castle couldn't tell anyway. "Oh yeah, real funny, Kate. Laugh away, you won't be laughing when he comes back."

"Castle, how many times are we going to have this conversation? For the last time, the Yeti does not exist. Just like Bigfoot doesn't exist, and ghosts and spirits and werewolves and vampires don't exist."

"One day you will see the error of your disbelieving ways, Katherine Beckett, and you will be begging me for forgiveness-"

"-Begging, really? Somehow I just don't see it, Castle."

"I've made you beg for things before," he pointed out suggestively. Kate could picture his smirk and his waggling eyebrows. "I'm sure I can again."

"You're sure you're not being over-confident there, Castle?"

"Oh, you know I'm not, Detective."

In the background, Kate heard an electronic voice announce, "Flight 178 to New York JFK airport is now boarding."

"That's me, Kate. I've got to go but I'll be back later this evening. I love you!"

"Bye, I love you too."

Kate let Castle hang up and disconnect the line so she didn't have to touch her phone, concentrating instead on driving the remainder of the way back to Castle's loft. After parking her car in his building's garage and getting the elevator up to the top floor, she suddenly felt tired.

At the sound of the front door unlocking, Alexis craned her head round and watched Kate enter the loft looking drained. "You're home early." It wasn't even five o'clock and in all the years Alexis had known Kate, she had never left work before half past.

"Yeah, Gates sent me home," Kate replied, dropping her leather shoulder bag and collapsing in the seat beside Alexis in front of the TV.

"Why?"

Kate was hesitant as she answered. "We caught a body this morning, a woman I ended up identifying as it was our wedding planner, so Gates took me off the case and sent me home."

"Oh my God," Alexis murmured. "What happened?"

Kate shrugged. "Hopefully Espo and Ryan will be able to figure that out. Your dad's on his way home."

Alexis studied the drawn lines of Kate's face for a moment, noticing the tension around her eyes and the tight set of her frown. "You wanna watch How I Met Your Mother or something?" she finally asked, guessing that Kate could do with something light-hearted to take her mind off of her awful day. "The groceries just got delivered so we've got a whole bag of that paprika popcorn you like?"

"Sounds great, Alexis. I'm just gonna go shower and change."

Alexis nodded and stood up at the same time Kate heaved herself off the couch, heading into the kitchen to cook the popcorn in the microwave and empty the bag into their largest glass bowl. After doing that, she dug out two spoons and an unopened pint of Kate's favourite flavour of Ben and Jerry's, Peanut Buttercup, then looked through her dad's wine collection before picking a bottle of red she thought Kate would maybe like.

Kate stood under the showerhead, hoping the water would remove the sickening feeling lurking under her skin. She could still picture clearly Rachel's pale, lifeless body, such a contrast from her usual vivacious appearance with the brown stain of dried blood on her chest and the ends of her hair hanging over her shoulder, blooming bruises marring her normally tanned arms and face. Opening her eyes and banishing the images, Kate sighed and resolved herself to the fact that the memory would be bothering her until Esposito and Ryan caught the killer.

When she left Castle's bedroom, her hair freshly braided to one side, hanging down the front of her left shoulder, she smiled brightly at Alexis, thanking her for waiting so long.

"No problem," the redhead replied, shrugging and assuring Kate it was no effort. "Ice cream?" She offered Kate a green, plastic-handled spoon and held the tub of Peanut Buttercup up for her to see.

"Like I could say no," Kate said, glad that forcing a cheery face for Alexis stopped her from thinking back on how she could have done more to try to get in contact with Rachel, how she could have maybe stopped her murder by just visiting her at the office or something.

"I also got out a bottle of wine."

"I think a soda will be fine tonight, Alexis, but thanks." Kate wandered into the kitchen and placed the bottle of wine in the fridge in case she changed her mind and grabbed cans of diet Coke and lemonade for Alexis and herself whilst she was there.

Together they sat, eating ice cream straight from the tub until there was none left.

"Oops," Alexis murmured, after looking down to see why her spoon had come out of the tub devoid of ice cream.

"Don't worry about it. We'll just tell your dad it was the Yeti's revenge."

Alexis couldn't stop laughing at that. "I can't believe he still doesn't know that we've been making all of this Yeti stuff up," she gasped, the sentence taking a full minute to be complete because of her giggles.

Kate grinned, taking her eyes off of the TV for a minute. Holding up the bowl of popcorn, she asked, "You think we can convince him that the Yeti's developed a taste for this too?"

"Well, he is pretty gullible sometimes," Alexis shrugged, grabbing a handful of spiced popcorn.


Castle entered the loft, finding it silent despite the fact that it had only just gone seven o'clock. It seemed odd, given that he'd texted both Kate and Alexis about forty minutes previously to let them know his plane had landed and he would be home soon and both of them had replied. Shrugging, he dragged his suitcase in behind him and shut the door before moving off in search of his family, finding a few pieces of popcorn left in a bowl on the coffee table and the television remotes sat beside it rather than in the holder he had.

"Alexis? Kate?"

His calls went unanswered. Frowning, he dragged his suitcase into his study and left it by the desk as he continued into the bedroom, looking for Kate. Not finding her, he went upstairs in search of Alexis, checking her bedroom and the spare rooms.

"Where are they?" he muttered to himself as he came down the stairs again, only to jump out of his skin when both Alexis and Kate leapt out at him from behind the couch. "Give a man a heart attack, why don't you?"

"Hi, dad," Alexis laughed, skipping over to hug him.

"Hey Pumpkin." He kissed the top of her head before releasing her from his arms and pulling Kate into them instead. "You okay?" The question was murmured into her ear so Alexis couldn't hear, but he knew it was a pointless question after her initial smile at his appearance faded. "Alexis, why don't you call your Gram, let her know I'm back," he suggested.

"Sure." Alexis was smart enough to know that her dad and Kate needed a moment alone. She took the phone from the coffee table up to her room, leaving Kate and Rick standing by the couch.

"Talk to me, Kate," Castle requested as soon as Alexis was out of earshot.

Kate just shook her head, not wanting to visualise Rachel's corpse again, and pulled out of Castle's arms, walking away through the study to the bedroom to sit on the bed. She didn't have to look to know Castle would follow her, but it wasn't until his fingers tangled with hers on her lap that she realised he hadn't stopped in the doorway and stared at her; but sat down beside her. Wrapped in her thoughts, she barely felt the pressure of his shoulder leaning against hers.

He tried not to let his annoyance flare at her refusal to let him in but they were engaged, and he couldn't help feeling like she should let him share her burden since she had promised to stop not talking to him. He didn't care how long it took, he would wait her out.

Finally, she tore her gaze from their interlocked hands and up to his eyes.

"What are we gonna do, Castle?"

"About what?"

"Everything," she whispered, her voice so broken Castle knew how serious the situation was. Usually, Kate Beckett wouldn't let anyone hear her sounding so vulnerable. Even Castle had only heard that tone of voice a few times.

"We'll get through it," he promised. "Esposito and Ryan, they're good detectives – not as good as you, I'll admit," he said, hoping to draw a laugh or at least a smile out of Kate. "But they'll solve this."

"And what about our wedding?" Kate hated herself in that moment, for thinking about what was to come of their wedding when she should have been focused on the tragedy of a life lost.

"We'll plan it ourselves, like we wanted to in the first place. No more interference, and it'll be the best wedding the world has ever known, you'll see. I won't let what happened to Rachel ruin it." Kate tried to interrupt, but he placed a gentle finger over her lips and continued, "It's sad, Kate, but you know that Rachel wouldn't want us to put the wedding on hold. She'd want us to carry on."

"You really think we can plan this wedding?"

"I know we can."


A/N: I didn't really like where the ending of this chapter went, but hopefully you guys do and fingers crossed nothing in the chapter is majorly incorrect. I need to quickly thank jellybean96, hfce and htbuzz for reviewing! It means so much that you guys let me know what you think and aren't afraid to point out mistakes and how the story could be made better. So thank you! Double thanks go to htbuzz, who has been helping me out with some Americanisms so that the story is more authentic.

A few chapters ago, someone requested some more Jim Beckett scenes, so please look forward to the next chapter because he will be making at least one appearance.

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