I edited this again, now I'm putting it back on, sorry did this so late. *Richard Castle's view point, leaving off from where I left off* also spoiler alert! Parts in this are from the first sneak peek of (Head hunters) so yeah, read if you want!
Standing out in the hall way in the precinct talking with Slaughter and his gang was entertaining, they were pretty funny, not saying my team isn't funny but this is helping me not ponder about other things. The only thing I am not enjoying about this whole experience is that my ex team is in the break room, most likely talking about me and how I'm a trader. I hate that I can feel their eyes burning into my back, it's not my fault that I can't stand the site of Kate without wanting to blurt out everything. The boys would understand, only if they knew. I feel bad for just changing teams like this though, but they'll be fine without me, I know she will.
"So Castle are you ready to tackle down a suspect like a real cop?" Slaughter said patting my back getting my attention back on the conversation that was present in the circle of this new team I was hanging out with.
"Hell yeah! Where at?" This has to be good, is he going to actually let me do something? Not sit behind and watch! Beckett would never let me do anything that included me actually taking down a suspect, that's what I like about Slaughter, he gets my mind off of her (for the most part ), and lets me do things she never would, aka have fun.
"It's at a bar down town, your gunna' see what it's like getting into some old time gangs." Slaughter said with a devilish grin.
I rubbed my hands together in anticipation. "Oh this is going to be good."
We started walking off, now that I have some new inspiration for my book, maybe my dreadful writers block will fade away.
"I am totally putting this in my book." I said under my breath as we pulled up to the dangerous looking bar.
Slaughter raised an eyebrow at me "Just don't be writing any real names in that book of yours, got it" He said sternly going back to scoping out the place.
"Gotcha'" Tapping my fingers impatiently on my leg.
Slaughter let out a breath "Alright, ready Ricky?"
"You kidding me? I live for this stuff, yes I'm ready." I couldn't help the excitement seeping out of my body.
Slaughter just rolled his eyes at me, then got out of the car saying something that sounded a lot like 'Oh brother'.
I went to go put my hand on the door of the bar, when Slaughter shockingly stopped me in my tracks with a slap at the wrist.
"Wow, wow hold on there cow boy, you're not going in there unarmed these guys don't mess around." Slaughter said pulling a pistol out of the back of his pants "Here, use it only if you need it."
"Wait a second" I shook my head smiling nervously "What are we about to walk into?" Slaughter never said anything about there being any threat? Crap, I'm thinking like Beckett now, I need to stop doing that!
Slaughter laughed "What are you scared Writer boy?" He said mockingly
"HA HA, very funny! No I was just making sure, you know just in case." I shrugged it off, trying to play it cool.
"Right.." Crap he's not buying it.
"This is what I want you to do when we get in there, Yell "NYPD" to get everyone to stand their ground."
"Sounds good to me." This is going to be great! I never get to yell NYPD
"The louder the better" He assured me as he made his way into the bar.
I shook off my nerves and put on my game face.
When I busted into the bar Slaughter seemed to be busy with some guy already.
"NPYD! NO BODY MOVE!" Did I just say NPYD? stupid! stupid! stupid! Doesn't anybody know how to listen anymore? I said don't move, not freak out. Crap this is bad.
Just as I didn't think things could get anymore hectic, people started stampeding onto me, pushing past trying to get out of harms way.
Slaughter had some big Irish guy at gun point, wearing what I can see as a dreadful joggers jacket. Out of the corner of my eye another man with tan slacks and a blue sweater started running off.
"GET HIM SERLOCK!" Slaughter yelled.
This is my chance, I got this. I ran after the guy, pouncing like a wild puma. Embarrassingly enough, I landed on his legs, failing miserably at the whole tackling thing. What can I say, I never played football in high school? As I was holding onto his legs for dear life, he dragged me along like some ragged animal. I could feel him slipping from my grip. Shit!
"A little help!" I yelled, muffled by the intense movements.
"Oh for Christ sakes!" Slaughter complained as he cuffed his suspect to the bar table, making sure he wouldn't wonder off.
Just as the guy slipped out of my hands, my face hit the floor making my nose gush out blood, Slaughter helpfully tackled him to the ground. Thank goodness.
"CUFFS" He ordered me.
"Right." I said remember the cuffs dangling from the side of my pants. "Here you go." my breath a little shaky.
Past the whole nose bleed, this was one of the most exhilarating experiences of my life, as we strutted on into the precinct the adrenaline rush was still beaming through me. My mind completely forgot the fact that I was pissed at Beckett, considering the part that me and Slaughter were walking through like it was nobodies business with our suspects cuffed and caught. I was so excited to tell her what happened, even though from a far I could tell she was already questioning the crap out of what she was seeing.
Slaughter pushed the Irish man towards another cop "Put him on ice for me."
The Irish man turned with a sarcastic tint to his eyes. "Shay, keep it in the family, huh?"
Slaughter then turned to me, with ambition. "Where's interrogation?"
"Right through, first door right there." I pointed to the first interrogation room.
Slaughter dragged along the other suspect "come on you" He practically pulled him on through.
I turned to Beckett, I couldn't help but feel like a little kid that just got a new toy. "Whoah!" I huffed out, a smiled plastered on my face.
Kate's confused face didn't go missed by me though. "What the hell happened?" She said her arms out in question.
"You should have SEEN it! Slaughter got the drop on the one guy, but the other guy tried to make a break for it, I had to take his ass DOWN!" Okay, maybe I didn't necessarily take his ass down, but she doesn't need to know that, right?
That reminds me, my nose hurts like a bitch.
"You WHAT?" Oh boy, she doesn't seem happy. "Are you kidding me? You're a writer Castle! Not a cop!" The concern in her eyes confused me a bit. She shouldn't care so much, I hate how she wont just let me take care of myself.
"Hey I can take care of myself, you just never give me a chance?" I said defensively, I might not officially be a cop, but she sure as hell knows that I can help out a lot more than she lets me.
"Yeah! Cause I'm not trying to get you killed! And what is he doing using our box?"
"Well I invited him to."
"Castle that's not your place." She said crossing her arms at me, with anger.
Oh come on, why is she so angry!
"I didn't think you'd mind, and besides, guys like Slaughter, they just float from precinct to precinct, you know they're like no mad's wondering the streets of New York city…kicking ass and taking names." there's an eye roll.
"Which isn't the most original term phrase but the character is so great, it's really going to help me shake up this next Nikki Heat book" I tried an encouraging smile, to make her stop glaring at me.
"Yeah sure, if you live long enough to actually write about it." Okay sarcasm isn't necessary, what is she talking about live long enough? I'm fine, hardly put myself in danger. Damn she's walking away and I have no smart come back, not to mention her ass looks great in those jeans. DAMN! Way to make this situation even harder on your self old buddy.
So I wanted to change it up a bit, get a little of Castle in this, see how he's feeling and what he thinking and all that good stuff. REVIEW PLEASE! :D Btw, this was actually written before the episode came out, but I kept on forgetting to edit it, so yeah. I hope you enjoy anyway, more to come only if you think I should. Review!