OMG! LOL for some reason it uploaded the wrong chap...I couldn' figure out y yall weren't reviewing so i go to look at my chapter to see if it was totally atrocious and it came up with a repeat LMAO...actually it wasn't that funny Anyways Sorry!!
Ya kno it's so much easier to write fanfic than it is to do homework like the term paper I finally finished!!!!!! Start cheering people cause I don't have another essay for three days!
I have to thank all of you for reviewing! I don't think I've ever had so many enthusiastic reviews :D that doesn't mean you can stop reviewing, you can't see it but I am glaring at you right now…if you don't review i will smite you -_-
Moving on!
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The vibrating base of the club music thrummed out into the night air of the city and wound through the thick line of people crowding the front entrance to the club. The line of people snaked down the block and beyond, twisting behind a corner and disappearing from sight. Bright spotlights were tilted upward, illuminating thick dangerous looking barbed wire that was shaped into cursive letters that read, "Wired". Pieces of clothing hung from a few of the dangerous looking barbs.
Castle snickered, "Artistic," he said, commenting on the bright red thong that hung on the middle tip of the W.
Beckett rolled her eyes from her seat in the back of the surveillance van, "Focus, Castle." She said. It was annoying how often she seemed to be doing that tonight, it felt as if she was constantly rolling her eyes and telling him to focus…mostly telling him to focus his gaze on her face. She'd tried threatening him with her gun but that just seemed to make it worse, his eyes would glaze over and a dreamy smile would replace his usual childish grin. She'd settled for putting on a jacket...not that it had helped.
They were parked in a dark alley with an unobstructed view of the club. The equipment in the van made it a tight fit. Beckett and Castle were waiting for Ryan and Esposito to return.
"So, you never did tell me how we're supposed to get into the club. I don't think standing in that," Castle said jerking his head at the enormous line, "is going to get us very far in the investigation or close to the suspect."
"I thought you knew how this worked, Castle" Beckett said with a superior smirk.
"You're going to flash your badge?" Castle said eagerly as his eyes glazed over and perused her body searching for any sign of her elusive badge and gun. The small clutch bag she had wasn't big enough for either object and she refused to give up the location of her required trade tools. He didn't mind, trying to figure out where those objects were located was half the fun.
"No" came the disappointing reply, "That would defeat the purpose of undercover" she said slowly as if he lacked the capacity to understand.
Castle gave a disappointed pout, "Oh… my publicist is usually the one who does all the club stuff for me. I just show up in my limo and they let me in"
"Your publicist?" Beckett said with a raised eyebrow
"Contrary to belief, I'm really not much of a clubber."
Beckett snorted in disbelief, "Your police record for drunk and disorderly says otherwise, so do the magazine covers. I'm surprised you're not on the V.I.P. list and offering your services to get us in." Beckett finished, her voice dripping sarcasm.
"You can't believe everything you read, Detective" replied Castle trying to distract her. He wasn't about to admit that he'd tried getting on the list but his contact fell through and calling up the Mayor for this particular request wouldn't get him anywhere, "Otherwise we'd be sleeping together." He added.
Beckett glared at him, "Excuse me!"
"I'm just repeating what Sherri at the front desk told me-"
"What?!" Beckett burst out, still trying to wrap her head around his last statement. She hadn't realized just how out of control things had gotten. The reporter from the magazine asking if her and Castle were involved was one thing but people in the precinct thinking she was sleeping with Castle was a whole other ball game.
"Apparently last week's issue of Gossip claimed you and I are 'sexually engaged' " Castle said using air quotes, "Those are their words not mine. Sherri cornered me in the break room and asked me about it. Actually, her exact words were 'Is she any good in bed?' I had to stop myself from dropping my coffee and then I was all "Who?' and she was all-"
"Castle!" Beckett barked, "I don't want to know"
"Hey! If I do say so myself I'm really good in bed. You should be flattered."
Beckett snorted, "Hardly."
"Hey," called Ryan interrupting Castle's next words as he and Esposito opened the van, "We've got audio/visual set up and our men in disguise are posted at all possible exits"
"Good. Our guy just made an appearance" Beckett said nodding to the club entrance, where a very large and intimidating bouncer was unclipping the velvet rope for a tall man.
"So, what, are we just going to walk up there and they're going to magically let us in?" Castle said steering the conversation back to his original inquiry.
"Something like that…" Beckett said with a wicked smile.
Ryan and Esposito glanced at one another knowingly, that was a phrase they loved coming out of Beckett's mouth. It was a phrase that meant their boss was about to blow them out of the water. Castle had no idea.
"Let's go." Beckett commanded straightening her posture and exiting the van, slipping off the jacket she'd donned to keep Castle focused, not that it had helped.
Castle was frozen to the seat of the van, he'd never had the opportunity to see the back of the dress, Beckett had put on a jacket before he'd gotten the chance, why she'd put on a jacket he had no idea but now that she'd taken it off…
Two Xs of black lace stretched across her back connecting the smoky material and accentuating her bare flesh. Bare flesh that extended just below the dimples of her lower back to be covered by smoky material that encased her toned backend muscles.
"Writer boy'z been left incapacitated again, Boss." Esposito called to Beckett's retreating form as he smirked at Castle's frozen form.
Beckett turned back around, not that that helped Castle, and roared, "CASTLE! I WILL SHOOT YOU! Quit perusing my ass"
Beckett's irate voice jolted Castle into motion and he was by her side quicker than a jack rabbit.
"Just doing research. Got to make sure I get it right for the book." he quiped.
A chorus of 'Ow! Ow! Ow!' could be heard echoing through the dark alley.
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HUGGLES!!!!
It was brought to my attention that I misspelled Lanie Parish lol sorry :)
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