Authors' note : It's late so I hope there are not too many mistakes. I read the thing twice already, i'm sick of it. Anyway, I just wrote the end of this story. Just need to finish the middle now...
All was quiet in Beckett's apartment. Except in the bedroom where moans, pants and soft calls were filling the space. With a happy sigh, Castle rolled over on the bed.
"I'm in heaven !", he spoke, once he had caught his breath. His hand searched blindly for Beckett's in the dark. He intertwined their fingers and turned his face to her, staying on his back. She was still breathless and he felt a ping of pride. He looked at her, taking in the sight of her messy hair, red cheeks, heaving chest. He rolled back above her. Supporting himself on his elbows on each sides of her head, he looked down at her lovingly. Not that he was ready for her to see that yet. So when she opened her eyes, he plunged and kissed her hard. She kissed him back, more than willingly, running her hands through his hair.
Suddenly, Bryan Adams' Heaven resonated. Castle broke apart.
"I hear music when I kiss you !", he joked.
Beckett pushed him away, so she could switch off her radio alarm clock. It was 6 and she needed to get ready for work.
"No !" Castle whined. "That could have been our song !"
"We already have a song", she told him, as she swung her legs off the bed. "You talk too much". She softened the jab with a smile. He laid across the bed, switching the radio back on.
"But don't you think this one is much better ?", he asked from the bed. He observed her rummage through her closet to get fresh clothes.
"Bryan Adams, seriously ? What are we, 13 ?" she mocked, sending him a stare over her shoulder.
He put both hands on his bare chest, feigning offense. "It's a great song !"
"It's a cheesy song", she corrected as she walked to the bathroom for a shower. Castle disagreed and started singing along. "Alllllllllll that I neeeeed, when you're lyyyyying heeeeeere..."
Beckett kicked the bathroom shut, blocking some of the sounds. When she got out of the shower, he informed her he was downloading the song on his phone. She decided to ignore him.
It was already early afternoon when the three detectives were called on a scene. They walked up to Lanie who was crouching near the body.
Ryan tilted his head, eyeing the white dress, the halo wired on the head and the big gold key hanging from the belt. "Is he dressed like..."
"Saint-Peter, yes. Those were having this "Welcome to heaven" party when someone shot from the street, taking out Saint-Peter here. Nobody seems to know his name, though" Lanie explained. They all looked at the other guests who were guarded by uniforms. There were all kind of costumes, from holly to kinky, according of the owner's definition of heaven.
"Let me guess", continued Esposito, his attention back to the body. "He was standing at the door."
Beckett rolled her eyes. "Does he have an ID ?"
Lanie started to check but the costume was making it hard.
"Take your time", Beckett said, annoyed. Lanie glared at her while she struggled with the body.
Suddenly, the ME's, Ryan's and Esposito's heads shot up. They shared a look before staring at Beckett. She was humming at a crime scene.
"Bryan Adam's Heaven, seriously ?" Lanie deadpanned.
"And you rolled your eyes at my door joke ?", Esposito added.
Beckett blushed. "Sorry. Stupid song's been stuck in my head since this morning."
Lanie was giving them the wallet she had found when Castle arrived at the scene. He greeted everyone, making sure he was saying hello to Beckett too. He had forgotten once and she had bitten his head off afterwards saying he was going to give them away.
The three detectives and the author then went to talk to the few guests who witnessed the shooting.
From their interviews, they got a partial plate from a car. They all walked back to the body who was being carried to the gurney, Lanie overseeing the operation. A CSU called for Beckett and she made a sign to Ryan and Esposito to continue.
Esposito was on the phone for an identification on the car.
"Got anything more, Lanie ?", Ryan asked.
"Not much. One single shot to the chest. I'll have a bullet for you once I got back to the morgue." Ryan took notes.
Castle was circling the body, observing it. Ryan was the first to notice he was singing under his breath. He looked up from his pad, trying to make eye contact with the author so he would stop. But Lanie caught on to it, then Esposito.
"Dude, are you singing Bryan Adams ?", the latino detective asked.
Castle looked at them. "Hum ? Oh yeah, sorry. Heaven. Heard the song this morning. Love it." His attention went back to the body and he was oblivious of the look of realization that appeared on Lanie's and Esposito's faces.
"He's so dead", Ryan mumbled.