A Future Caskett

By

UCSBdad

Disclaimer: You know this by now, right? Rating: K Time: See below.

Kate curled up on the couch and read the book in one sitting. The book began with Derrick Storm infiltrating a top secret Union weapons lab, seducing a beautiful Union scientist and stealing the plans for a deadly missile. However, when Storm was on his way to the Headquarters of the Security Service, he was attacked, shot with a paralyzing dart and immobilized. The plans were taken from him and a Union thug came at him with a knife, intending to kill him while he was helpless. He was saved by a CrimPo detective, Nikki Heat. However, the plans were long gone. Defying convention and his bosses, Storm insisted on working with Detective Heat. There followed a dizzying array of red herrings, plot twists and dead ends before Storm and Heat found a mole in the upper ranks of the Security Service and recovered the plans. The book ended with Storm and Heat forming a wary partnership of sorts.

When she was done, Castle immediately asked her how she had liked it.

"I loved it, but…." Kate wasn't sure how to tell Castle what she didn't like.

"Kate, if you didn't like something, just tell me, okay?"

"Rick, Nikki Heat looks and dresses like a super model, and I could never afford the townhouse she lives in. Your Captain Montrose is like Nikki's favorite uncle. Roach, your version of Ryan and Esposito, are like her brothers, not a couple of head breakers."

"Do you remember what I told you about the Security Service? They're really a bunch of middle-aged men who sit behind desks and add one tiny fact to another until they have a picture of, I don't know, Union naval deployments, unrest among our peasants, or whatever. There may not be any super spies like Derrick Storm, brave, daring, caring, compassionate, and dedicated, but there should be. And there may not be any CrimPos like Nikki Heat, but there should be. And you come pretty close, Kate. Plus, you're beautiful enough to be a super model."

Kate blushed at the compliment, but her mind was focused on what the end of the book meant. Castle had no more reason to follow her around.

"So, I guess the successful end of the book means…"

"I start a new book. In fact, Gina sent me a proposed cover for it just last week." He held out a book cover. The cover featured a woman holding a gun and the title, Heat Wave.

"I don't get it. Your titles always have Storm in…." Then Kate got it.

"Duh, Detective Beckett. My next book will be about Nikki Heat. The Ministry of Culture loved the character Nikki Heat. They want me to write one about Nikki, oh, Storm will be in at the very beginning and the very end, then another Derrick Storm with some Nikki and then another book with them as partners. They want to continue that way for a very long time. We're going to be partners for a very long time, Kate. A very long time, indeed."

Kate spent a lot of time trying to decide what being partners with Castle for a long time really meant. But she was beginning to have an idea.

She was still thinking about it when they went to their next party. They were talking to a couple that Kate actually liked, Dr. Paul Whittaker and his wife, Ann, who was a medical student. She was so engrossed in talking to Paul and Ann, that she didn't hear who Castle was talking to until the woman grabbed Castle and tried to pull him away.

"Come on, Rick." She said too loudly "It'll be fun. You used to like fun."

"Melanie, I'm obviously with someone. Please leave."

Before anyone could say more, the host and two large security men arrived to haul Melanie off.

"Do you think you're too good for me now that you have some Imperial slut?" Melanie screamed, then began cursing the security men.

The host hurried back. "Rick, Miss Beckett, I am so sorry for that. I apologize for this whole unfortunate incident."

Kate was amused that the Elite would ever so slightly stress the word "Miss" when talking to her, as if they wanted her to know who she truly was and they could be trusted to keep the secret of her Imperial birth.

"Problem?" A familiar voice asked. It was Captain Slaughter, who always seemed to appear when there was a problem.

"Not any more, Ethan." Castle said, a bit shakily. "Just a woman who's had too much to drink."

Slaughter nodded and moved away.

"It's none of my business…" Kate began but was cut off by Castle.

"It is your business." He drew her into an alcove. "Melanie and I had a history some years ago. It was after my divorce from Meredith and I was in particular need of…well, fun."

"And she provided it?"

"She did. But I hadn't seen her for years until she called a couple of days ago. She told me she'd gotten married a few years back, but that her husband had lost interest in her after they had two sons. I mean he really lost interest in her. He had several mistresses and ignored her completely."

"She wanted to get back at him by sleeping with you?"

"Not exactly."

"Then what, exactly?"

"The marriage between Melanie and her husband George Andrews was a marriage of convenience meant to unite the two families both politically and economically. Apparently, George went to some effort to woo Melanie, but he understood from the start that this was an arranged marriage and that all he had to do was to provide the two families with some male children and then his job was done. Melanie never understood that, no matter how many times it was explained to her. She thought she had a love match and wanted it back. She could have made love to me and every man here in public and George wouldn't have cared. He never cared for Melanie and never will."

"That's sad."

"She's been getting more and more desperate. George is an official with Naval Procurement. He recently managed to get an extra five percent from the maker of a naval radar system."

"An extra five percent?" Kate asked.

"A toll, just like the police, except there's more money involved. Anyway, Melanie was threatening to tell everyone that George took a bribe. Actually, everyone knows. Both George's bosses and his subordinates got a taste so they don't care. But it would be slightly embarrassing for Melanie to go around telling everyone."

"What will happen to Melanie?"

"A divorce. George and the two families can't afford to have a loose cannon like Melanie causing trouble."

"Rick, what's going to happen to Melanie as a person?"

"I wish I knew, Kate. I wish I knew."

Not surprisingly, the party broke up soon after the incident. As they were driven back in Castle's town car, Kate asked him for something. "Rick, could we stop at my place? There's something I want to show you."

"We can do anything you want."

Kate smiled. That was exactly what she had in mind.

As soon as they entered Kate's apartment, Castle headed for her bookshelf. "Kate, you have all of my books. Here's In a Hail of Lead, At Dawn we Die, and even A Lily for Forever. Why, Detective Beckett, you're a Richard Castle fan."

"A fan of the genre, rather. I do have other books." She teased.

Rick was busy looking through the books when he came across his signature. "I signed Storm's Mission for you." He read what he had written. "Kate, Do what you love and you'll always be happy." Do you want me to autograph the rest?"

"Later, but now we need to talk."

"That sounds serious."

Kate took a deep breath. "You aren't the first Elite I've dealt with, Rick. Those were pretty simple. It was, "Take off your clothes, bitch, on you back, on the bed and spread those legs."

Rick was shocked. "Kate, I could never treat you like that. You're the most remarkable woman, no the most remarkable person, I've ever met. You mean too much to me to do something like that."

"I know that, Rick. But what's wrong with me? We work together, we even live together, practically, and yet you show no interest in taking us to the next level."

"Kate, I know, to some extent, what your life has been like. What you've had to put up with to get where you are. I just can't take a chance on losing what we have."

Kate nodded. "In that case, get those clothes off, stud and get on my bed, on your back. Now."

"What?' Was all Castle could say.

"You heard me big boy. Now get those clothes off and get on my bed, or do I have to get rough with you."

Kate reached behind her and unsnapped her gown and pulled the zipper down. The black dress fell down and pooled around her ankles. She was left wearing a very sheer black bra and panty set with black silk hose held up by pink garters. She glared at Castle and pinched his ass. "Get those clothes off."

Castle began rapidly pulling his clothes off while Kate leisurely finished undressing. She carefully picked her clothing up from the floor and hung them over the back of a chair. Castle was on his back on her bed and fully erect when she walked into her bedroom.

By God, I'm wet. She thought as she swung her leg over him and impaled herself on him.

Much later the two of them happily snuggled together. Castle felt something warm and wet fall onto his arm. After a second, he realized it was a tear. Kate was crying.

"Honey, did I hurt you? Did I do something you don't like? Kate, please tell me. Why are you crying?"

"Do you know what you did, Castle? You made me come five times. I had five orgasms."

Castle had no idea what that meant. "Then why are you crying?"

"I had a boyfriend my last year of high school. We made love two or three times a week, whenever our parents weren't around and we could find some place private. In the year we were together, I came exactly twice."

"Um, isn't five a good thing, then?" Castle asked, very unsure of what was going on.

Kate rolled on top of him, pushed her boobs into his chest and kissed him, long, hard and passionately. "Let me tell you about what I had to go through to get here."

"Kate, I don't need to…" He found further conversation had been stopped by Kate's mouth.

"Just be quiet, Rick. I'm going to tell you this and you're going to listen. Okay?"

"Okay."

"I told you my mom worked in the best restaurant in all of Junktown, Finn Roarke's. In order to keep her job, she had to sleep with her boss, his friends, good customers, whoever the boss told her to."

"Why didn't she just quit?"

Kate kissed him again. "Because she made four times as much as my dad and she got to bring lots of food home for us. They were determined to get me out of Junktown, no matter the cost. One night, two good customers got into a fight over which one would fuck my mom first. She tried to break up the fight and got stabbed to death for her trouble. I was already in the police academy, but they wouldn't even give me a day off for her funeral."

Kate stopped for a moment. Rick very gently stroked her hair.

"I told Alexis I was lucky. Three teachers in high school saw that I was smart and could get out of Junktown. They did help. But three other male teachers wouldn't give me the grades I had earned unless I fucked them. When I got to the Academy, I was the hot cadet. Every one of the instructors wanted a piece of me. And since any one of them could have had me dropped from the Academy, they all got a piece of me. That's where I learned to moan and groan and tell them how good they were. But, I hated them. I made the hate work for me, though. Every time I was on the firing range, I imagined killing them. Every crime we were taught about, I imagined the instructors as the victims. I set records at the Academy that still haven't been broken."

"Kate…" Rick found Kate's mouth covering his again.

"Then I was a rookie cop. My training officer was named Mike Royce He taught me how to be a cop. A good cop. And he taught me to be his personal sex toy. It got better when I stopped being a rookie. All I had to worry about was my first captain screwing me, because that's what captains do. I could take care of myself, bar a lot of groping and innuendo. Once I made homicide detective, things got better. Montgomery doesn't dare try anything with me. If he did, I'd ask for a transfer and he'd lose the best homicide detective in the city. Instead, he takes Karpowski into his office, bends her over his desk and spanks her, then takes her from behind."

They lay there in silence for several minutes.

"Kate, I don't know what to say."

"What? Rick Castle at a loss for words?"

"Really"

"Then I'll tell you what to say, Mr. Castle. Say, "Beckett, why don't we go for another five orgasms?""

He laughed and then said, "Beckett, why don't we go for another five orgasms?"

And they did.