Title: The Affairs Of Dragons
Chapter: Eight
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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When Castle and Beckett returned to New York, they immediately went to the station only to have Montgomery send them home.
"It's late." Montgomery sighed. "Go home to your Daughter, Castle." He added wearily. "She's been calling about evey hour or so about you. When I called and told her you were okay, she nearly ruptured my ear drum." Castle smiled. "So, go. Now."
"Yes, Sir." Castle said with a mock salute.
"You, too, Beckett." He said over his shoulder as he headed toward the elevator. "See you in the morning."
"Right, Sir."
"You coming with." Castle asked. "Knowing Alexis, she'll chew me out, then hug me, then hug you, too, for bringing me back. Not to mention, I'm sure there will be some kind of food involved." Beckett laughed.
"It's late." Beckett said.
"And, you haven't eaten." Caslte insisted. "Come to think of it, I haven't eaten for a while."
"You ate at the bar." Beckett countered.
"After two days of no food." Castle said. "Pshhh. That was nothing."
"Fine." Castle smirked. "What are you going to do about your 'backup' book?"
"Well, I won't be running off to research anything any time soon." He said.
"Thank God."
"I'll probably bench this one for a while." Castle sighed and punched the button for the elevator. "Mull it over, see if I can squeeze anything out of it."
"Just stay in New York." Beckett said. "I'd rather not do a whirlwind 'Where's Castle' tour again any time soon." Castle smirked.
"You missed me."
"Castle." She stepped onto the elevator as the doors opened.
"You were worried about me."
"Only because I had to come find your ass."
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"So, what do you think about her?" Murphy asked his twin as they lay in yet another crappy motel room somewhere just east of Rochester, NY.
"About who?" Connor asked as he lay on the opposite bed his arm draped over his eyes.
"That Detective." Murphy said. "Beckett?"
"What about her?"
"What do you think about her?"
"Very nice." Connor said peeking at his brother from beneath his arm.
"Nice as in?"
"As in nice." Connor said moving his arms away from his face and wagging his eyebrows.
"Fuck you." Murphy said. "I saw her first."
"I don't think so." Connor said.
"Fuck you." Murphy repeated.
"No, fuck you." Connor countered.
They froze for a split second before Murphy launched himself at Connor. They grappled with one another cursing the whole time.
Several minutes later, the twins finally stopped fighting after hearing a loud banging coming from the next room.
"You're going to get us arrested, fucker." Connor said as Murphy wiped the blood from his lower lip and sniffed.
"It's all your fault." Murphy said.
"Why? Did I say something bad against the love of your life?" Connor said mockingly.
"Shut it." Murphy said pointing his finger at Connor.
"Does she stir your loins, brother dear?" Connor asked in a fanciful singsong voice.
"I'm going to stir more that your loins if you don't shut the fuck up." Murphy warned.
Connor just snickered and turned away moving his jaw to see if it was dislocated or something. Murphy hit like a mule's kick.
Fuck. Connor thought. He grabbed a beer from the mini fridge and handed on to his brother. Murphy took the beer putting the coldness of the can to his lip before taking a long swig.
"Fucker." Murphy said.
Connor shook his head and smirked before laying back down on his bed and draping his arm over his face once again.
"Murphy and Beckett sitting in a tree -."
"Fuck you." Murphy hissed throwing a pillow at his twin before heading into the bathroom.
"K-i-s-s-i-n-g."
The bathroom door slamed shut causing Connor to disolve into a fit of laughter that nearly caused his to fall off his bed.
~~o~~
"So what made up your mind for you, Beckett?" Castle asked.
"I don't know." Beckett said. "I talked with Murphy in the alley. They really think they are doing 'God's Work'. Who am I to say they aren't?"
"He really got to you didn't he?" Caslte said with a knowing look.
"Who?"
"President Obama." Caslte said mockingly. "Murphy, who else?"
"He didn't 'get to me'." Beckett said. "We just talked."
"Right." Castle said.
"We talked, that's all." Beckett said.
"So, the next time you see them?" Castle asked.
"I don't know." Beckett said.
"You told them you'd arrest them."
"Yeah."
"So you will?"
"I don't know." Beckett shrugged. Just then the door bell rang.
"Food's here." Alexis called as she ran past Castle and Beckett.
"Let's eat." Beckett said.
"We were talking." Castle said.
"Later."
"Right."
The end.