Title: The Affairs Of Dragons

Chapter: Four

Author: Cyn

Summary: Do not meddle in the affairs of Dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.

Catergory: Boondock Saints/Castle X-over

Disclaimer: Not real. Lies, I tell you. Complete and utter lies. ;)

Author's Notes: Constructive criticism always welcome. Flame on if you must, but I tend to be fire retardant. Besides, I don't offend easily and I usually just delete what I don't like anyway, so why waste time and energy.

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And now, on with the story. . .

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Duffy's phone rang shortly after they returned to the precint.

"Duffy?" Came a voice from the past that caused Duffy to blanch.

"I need to take this." He said shaking off Beckett. "Personal."

Beckett nodded. Duffy moved away. Beckett just shook her head and went back to what she was doing. Greenly and Dolly noticed the look Duffy gave them and knew that something was up.

"Connor?" Duffy hissed. "What the fuck are you doing calling me?"

"Murphy and me are staying -." Connor explained.

"I so don't want to know where your are." Duffy said through clenched teeth. He looked back toward the squad room to make sure he was still alone. "Now, why the fuck are you calling me?"

"This Caswell guy that disappeared." Connor continued. "You guys find him yet?"

"How the fuck do you know about that?" Duffy asked astounded.

"Have you found him, yet?" Connor repeated ignoring Duffy's question.

"No." Duffy said. "Everything points to the Yakavettas, though."

"What the fuck was he doing?"

"Richard Castle is a writer." Duffy said. "He was researching a book he wants to write about The Saints of South Boston."

"Fuck me." Connor hissed. "What evidence do you have that it's the Yakavettas?"

"Well, we canvassed the area around the deli where he was last seen." Duffy began. "You know the one where Rocco -."

"I know which one." Connor said shutting the other man up. Connor wasn't interested in reliving the death of David Della Rocco any time soon.

"Anyway." Duffy whispered. "There was a witness outside the deli that saw a van stop short not far from the front door. The door opened and closed quickly, so she didn't see what happened, but the license plate number she gave us was from a fleet van of a company owned by a Yakavetta shell company in New Jersey."

"Fuck." Connor cursed. "Does that Detective from New York know all this?"

"Yeah." Duffy said. "She's checked for buildings in the area still owned by the Yakavettas. Thinks that they would have taken him somewhere close so as not raise too much suspicion."

"How many are there?"

"Three." Duffy said.

"Which one does she believe is the one where Castle is being held?"

"Some old warehouse a block or two from the meat packing place you two used to work at." Duffy said. Connor hung up. "Fuck!"

"Problem?" Beckett asked causing Duffy to jump.

"Not really." He said rolling his eyes. "Just a little frustrated."

"Issues at home?"

"No, just dealing with some old friends." Duffy offered.

"I want to check out this old warehouse as soon as possible." Beckett said.

"Sure thing." Duffy said. "Dolly. Greenly."

The other detectives looked up to see Duffy already walking out the door behind Beckett.

"Fuck." They said in unison before following.

End Chapter Four.