Hi! Sorry for the late update!

So, here's the new chapter. It's a lot like the actual episode, but I changed a few things.

Disclaimer: I don't own Castle

A few minutes later, Beckett opened the door of the interrogation room. She breathed deeply. You can do it. You can do it.

-So, Mr Castle. Better?

The writer didn't answer. He still couldn't believe that she was there. Probable to arrest him, but he didn't care.

-I'll take that as a yes. So it's quite a record you have. Disorderly conduct, resisting arrest... It's interesting.

He shrugged.

-Boys will be boys, he said, looking at her with charming eyes.

-And it also says here that you stole a police horse.

-No, borrowed.

-And you were... nude, at the time?!

-It was spring, I needed some freshness!

-And everytime the charges were dropped, she said with disgust in her voice.

-What can I say, the mayor is a huge fan. But, if that makes you feel any better, I'd be happy to let you spank me. I seem to remember you didn't mind that much.

-Mr Castle, this whole bad boy charm thing that you've got going might work for bimbettes and celebutantes. But me? I work for a living. So that makes you one of the two things in my world. Either you're the guy that makes my life easier, or the guy that makes my life harder. And trust me, you do not want to be the guy who makes my life harder, okay?

-Okay, he whispered with a big smile.

-Thank you.

-But, for the record, this "bad boy charm thing" used to fascinate you if I remember correctly.

Beckett chose to ignore him and she slapped a picture on the table.

-Alison Tisdale, daughter of real estate mogul Jonathan Tisdale.

-She's cute.

-And dead, she snapped. Have you ever met her? Book signing, charity event?

-If that's what you want to know, she's not in my little black book.

-What about him? She asked, rolling her eyes. Marvin Fisk. Small claims lawyer.

-Nope, not in my black book either.

-Mr Castle!

-What? I don't know him! Besides, I usually do bigger claims. But obviously, this has something to do with me? What is it?

-Fisk was found murdered two weeks ago. It didn't hit me until I saw this.

She showed him the picture of Alison Tisdale's body.

-Kate, is this a joke?

-No, Mr Castle. If this was a joke, I wouldn't have come to you. So? Does that look familiar?

-"Flowers for your grave", he whispered.

-And this, she said, taking another picture, is how we found Fisk. Right out "Hell hath no fury".

-Apparently I have a fan.

-Yeah, a very deranged fan.

-I didn't know you were deranged.

-What are you talking about?

-Oh come on Kate! "Hell hath no fury"? This book sucks! How could you read this, only the hardcore groupies read that one!

Let it go, just let it go Kate. It's not worth it!

-Do any of those groupies write you letters? Disturbing letters.

-Well, yes, of course, all my fan letters are disturbing, it's an occupational hazard.

-Because in cases like this, we often find out that the killer has, or thinks he has a special...

-Bond with the object of his obsession, added Castle. Yeah, being a mystery writer, I know quite a lot about psychopatic methodologics. Another occupational hazard. And... have you always had such gorgeous eyes?

-Have you always been so stupid?

-Well, actually...

-I guess you won't mind us going through your mail?

-Knock yourself out. Can I get copies of those?

-Copies?

-Yeah, my writer friends would totally be jealous!

-Jealous?

-Yeah, jealous that I have a copycat! You don't understand, in my world, this is just...

-You do realize that people are dead?

-Relax, I'm not asking for the bodies, I just want the photos.

-I think we're done here!

-If you want to make up for lost time, I still live at the loft!

Half an hour later, Castle was back at his loft.

-Dad, are you okay?

-Yes, Pumpkin, everything is fine...

It was a lie. He had done everything to hide it, but seeing Kate had shaken him.

-Why didn't you tell me that you were still in touch with Kate?

-Why aren't you in bed? It's midnight and toworrow is a school day.

-Are you kidding?! How could I sleep while my father was at the police station! Besides, you haven't answered my question yet.

Rick sighed.

-Fine, I didn't tell you because we are not in touch anymore.

-Then what was she doing at your party? Because, if you stole another police horse, I swear I...

-Alexis, I already told you, I never stole a horse, I borrowed it. And I wasn't arrested, she wanted my help.

-Your help? How could you help her, you haven't seen her in almost 10 years!

-I know. I was actually helping Detective Beckett. I don't think Kate needs anything from me.

-Will you ever tell me what happened?

-If you don't mind, I'll wait until I die, so that you won't be able to be mad at me, okay?

Alexis rolled her eyes.

-So, what did she need your help for?

-Apparently some psycopath has been killing people the way I kill them in my books.

-That's horrible! How do you feel?

-I'm fine, but... it just doens't make any sense!

-Yeah, like a lot of murders...

-No, murder is actually something that makes a lot of sense. There is always a good motive. But this one? The killer chose two of my worst books? Why did this psycopath choose those?

-Probable because he is a psycopath. Come on, it's bedtime. You can figure it out in the morning.

Tahdah! Did you like it?

What did you think of the interrogation? I found it hard to write.

Review?

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ChairCaskett