Hey guys, how do you like it so far? I noticed a lot of you favorited the story and there are so many story alerts I'm starting to worry I won't be able to keep up to your expectations xD. please review it too!
So, now I'll take the story into one scene I'd love to really see in Castle, after they get together. See if you like it xD.
Oh, I'm changing the story to M rated for the language here and future chapters. :p
Magicgamer3 was Charlotte Ann Kissinger, and she made herself quite notable when she came out of the elevator at the homicide level of the 12th precinct. A tall and provocative redhead, wearing a tight skirt and high pumps, and a t-shirt that said "Gamer for life" and had a heart on it. The t-shirt collar had been cut off, and it fell slightly on her left shoulder.
Beckett noted that all men were completely useless on that view, so she took over and went to welcome Charlotte. She passed by Castle and nipped his earlobe, waking him up.
"Ouch!" she heard and grinned gladly, extending her arm to shake the woman's.
"Ms. Kissinger, I'm Detective Kissinger. Thanks for coming. Follow me, please" and she gestured towards the interrogation room. She followed her and, by the door, turned to stop Castle from coming in, as he was right behind her.
"No. You are out of this one." She poked him, and then closed the door on his nose. He then joined Ryan, Esposito and every other man on the floor in the observation room.
"May I know why I have been called in, Detective?" the woman asked, putting her little brand purse on the table.
"There's been a murder." She widened her eyes at the detective's words, fear clearly on her face.
"And what does this has to do with me?" she uttered, but Kate noticed her tone of voice was of someone who was lying, and was terrible at it.
"What was your relationship with Adam Baker, ma'am?" She pushed a photo of dead Adam towards her, and the woman flinched. She then turned over the photo, and looked at Beckett.
"Adam and I had absolutely no relationship, detective. I'm sorry he's dead, but I barely knew him! We only talked a few times on the forum, when he was asking for an opinion on his lousy work."
"Lousy? Everyone I have spoken so far said he was a great game designer."
"Only if you are talking about kid's games. It was bad and he knew it, otherwise he wouldn't put it on the internet. But in the end, he didn't know how to take a bad review."
"And you gave him a bad review?"
"Several, actually. Then one time he reacted by criticizing my work, my already published work. I was part of the team who created Mass Attack 3, you know? And he was writing silly notes on the boards about details on the game, saying they were bad and could only be work of the wicked bitch on the west."
"And he would be referring to you?"
"Detective, guys can't handle a woman who can be both sexy and a gamer. And they can definitely not handle a girl being more successful than them at designing games. It's a very competitive area, and they hate it when their fetish wins."
"And you never took it badly? The nickname, the criticism?"
"c'mon! That was child's play. I'm a professional. Why would I dirt my Louboutins with their blood?"
Kate felt a bit sick with that woman. She was terribly disgusting, specially being a game designer. She could never picture a woman like this interested in games. It just didn't make any sense. She started fantasizing if it was possible those bruises on Adam be result of a kick with high heeled pumps.
"It's not what we see here" and she handed a copy of photo of the screen with the message she had posted on the forum against Adam. It was directly directed to him.
To ironman123 – you filthy swine. You're going down! You post lies about me, that's one thing, but do this in real life, you bastard, that's going too far. Do you really think you can give them what you promised, with your pathetic work? I'm gonna get you, and when I get to you, you're going to back on it, even if I have to kick it out of you."
"He was beaten to death, you know?" said Kate, just observing the reaction of the woman, seeing right in front of her a message that was supposed to be gone. "and he was kicked." She pointed to the bit of the message that said "even if I have to kick it out of you".
"It wasn't me! That son of a bitch got my Marvel deal! I don't know how he convinced then he could do better than me, but he did it only because he knew I was in on it."
"How could he know? As far I know, his deal was a huge secret. Only his wife knew it"
"Oh yeah, of course she knew it, that conniving bitch. She came to me saying she wanted to get involved in her husband's world, and that she realized we could be friends."
"So you told about it to Julia Baker?" Kate asked, intrigued. So that so confident and disgusting woman had a weak side. She was as lonely as the geeks wearing t-shirts she was competing with. She was a geek, under all that show.
"I might have mentioned it, and she told him, and he went after the Marvel guys right after it. He stole it from me!"
"Sounds like a very good motive to see him dead" Kate made an attempt to take a confession out of her, picturing the face of the guys in the observation room, probably shocked the woman who had caught their attention for being a sexy gamer was now converted into their prime suspect.
"What? No! I mean, I'm not gonna lie, I'm not going to cry and grief by his tomb, but I don't wish death to anyone, detective!" 'Damn!', thought Beckett.
"I want a lawyer" she said, folding her arms, a clear sign she wasn't going to say anything.
Beckett picked back the photo of Adam and the print screen of the message and closed the folder, and then just got up and left the room. She noticed all the guys were leaving the observation room, an amazing number of men inside such a tiny room. Esposito, Ryan and Castle were the last of them.
"She's lawyered up!" She said, disappointed.
"I don't think she did it" said Castle, and she attacked him with her eyes. "Seriously! She might look like a femme fatale, but the woman designs games! She's not a femme fatale. She's probably cosplaying as one of her characters."
Ryan chuckled and Beckett turned her eye-attack on him. "Hey, I'm with Castle."
"Are you sure you just don't want her to be guilty because it would be such a shame to have this woman locked forever?" she said, sarcastically.
"Off course not, Beckett. We're pros!" said Esposito, and the men all grinned. Beckett rolled her eyes and went to her desk.