CH37
It is now 5 days later: (January 9, 2001)
There is a minor amount of material that might be considered to be "M" rated, still it is likely this is still a "T" rated chapter. Having said that, reader discretion is advised.
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Rick and Kate had spent the last 5 days doing paperwork. It took a lot of work to write out every single action they had taken since getting assigned to this case. It took a number of late nights together to get their story straight about what to say about teleporting, the use of invisibility and how they got back to the hospital so quickly after finding the weapons missing.
Kate was lying in Rick's arms, naked after making love to each other. "Think they'll believe us?"
"Until Frazier and Hammond showed up we can tell them what we please just so long as it coincides with our phone calls with Special Agent Darrigo. We'll be fine Kate." Rick was convinced it would work out.
"Think they'll tell us what was going on?" Kate questioned, since the New York office had been alive with activity since that day. Even the director of the FBI had been in the office.
Now Rick and Kate were sitting in the video conference room, waiting. For what, they had no idea. Finally Special Agent Darrigo walked in and set up a video conference call. Soon Agent Jordan Shaw and the Director were on screen.
"Agents Castle and Becket, Special Agent Darrigo and Agent Jordan Shaw are here to fill you in on what you don't know, since you two are directly responsible for what took place. When they are done you two are going to be escorted to a secret site. …Agents." The Director sat back and just listened since he already knew everything.
"We caught a break when the local sheriff called us in and another break, it would appear, when you were sent to the site. It seems Michael Dolan had called in a large number of his IRA buddies so they could train to perform a hit on someone," Darrigo paused.
"Bitch," Kate whispered.
"Quite correct Beckett. These people hate her with a passion unsurpassed by anyone outside of the Middle East." Jordan spoke for the first time.
"Her? So it is a woman we are talking about." Kate had heard the reference to this being a female.
"To the IRA she is anything but a woman, more like the devil incarnate. However, yes, a woman, someone who is on our side and has been since before she even came into power." Jordan told them.
"Power, female," Kate repeated trying to place those two things into one person, a person that the IRA would hate so much.
Rick tilted his head. "Thatcher?" he questioned softly.
"Very good Agent Castle." Special Agent Darrigo was impressed.
"Margaret Thatcher was making what would likely be her last visit to the United States. British Intelligence had a lead that the IRA was planning something, something big and credible." Jordan informed them.
"Captain Nairac," Kate mentioned, catching up to speed.
"Correct, Captain Robert Nairac was, they thought, firmly embedded into the IRA. It is believed that his last communication that alerted us to the plot is what got him killed. Why he was at the site of weapons storage is something we may never know.
Still his actions may have saved the life of one of our most reliable allies," Jordan related.
"We have had reliable information of threats to Margaret Thatcher's life throughout the 80's and into the 90's. We have been chasing how these threats became viable for years until this threat." Darrigo disclosed.
"They had a mole," Rick whispered.
Darrigo nodded his head, impressed with these two and upset at the same time, knowing that he was going to be investigated over this incident. "It was one of our secretaries here in the New York office. She had been feeding the IRA information for years it appears. Penelope has managed to chase down several of her phone calls along with a few emails," Darrigo told them, worried about his job.
"The security for Thatcher decided to try and use a decoy that would have her flying in using a helicopter with armed escort. However they had arranged for her to travel into New York City from Canada via armed ground escort. Four SUVs with 4 heavily armed men each. In-between them was going to be Thatcher in an armored SUV with two cars filled with more heavily armed men," Jordan picked up where Darrigo had stopped.
"They had even planned on stopping in Lake George to fill up their vehicles with gas, rest and eat something," Jordan added, almost laughing.
Kate hung her head down, sighed, and then shook her head. "Dolan?" Kate asked.
"It took a lot of phone calls before we could get anyone on her security detail to believe us. Thatcher was transferred to a helicopter while her ground team continued on as planned.
We sent three teams into Lake George and combined with their ground team we executed our own surprise for the IRA." Darrigo informed them.
"Casualties?" Rick knew there had to be at least a few.
"We lost 2 with 5 injured. We did, however, pick Michael Dolan out of their group of dead. We have detained his wife and are still searching the entire town of Lake George. We've found only a few local IRA supporters in town along with just one un-used hidden weapon cache." "Darrigo reported.
"And Elizabethtown?" Kate questioned.
"The sheriff's two deputies have been detained and the sheriff has decided to officially retire from active service, permanently." Darrigo left out the offer the FBI had given him if he didn't comply.
"So what's next?" Kate inquired, since it sounded like it was all over.
"I already have another case for you two since you did so well on this one, plus we have a surprise for you. However you have the next two days off starting tomorrow. Use them wisely. Special Agent Darrigo, good luck." And Jordan was gone.
Rick and Kate looked at Darrigo. "Here is the paperwork on your next assignment." Darrigo pushed across two large vanilla envelopes. "Your assignment and travel documents are all in there. If you'll just wait here," Darrigo asked and then left them alone in the room.
It is now late the next day: (January 10, 2001)
Kate was up against the edge of the infinity pool that she was in with her chin resting on her crossed arms looking out onto the view that they had. They were back in their now favorite hotel in St. Lucia. St. Lucia had long since become Kate's favorite island; they were even in the same room as last time.
They had gotten here hours ago and had yet to leave their room. Kate had brought her toy along with the anal lube. They had made love to each other 'til they were too tired to move.
Kate, however, had managed to roll out of bed and slipped into the pool. She swam around a little before stopping where she was now. Suddenly there were hands on her shoulders that started rubbing and massaging followed by soft kisses. Kate hummed and tilted her head to allow Castle better access to her neck. She was completely sated and no longer interested in sex, but even now the feel of Rick's touch did something to her that she had long since given up trying to understand. Kate just relished in what Castle could do to her.
"You're thinking too hard; I could hear you all the way over to the bed." Rick wrapped his arms around Kate, finding her still naked like he still was.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." Kate turned her head for a moment to look at Castle and smiled before turning back to gaze at the view.
"It wasn't any noise you may have made-the bed got cold. I don't sleep very well when you're not next to me. I never even thought that was possible until I met you. Now I have insomnia when you're not near," Rick confided. Kate smiled, looking pleased, since she felt the same.
"So what has you up this late?" Rick kissed her shoulder, pressed his face into Kate's neck, and breathed her in, smelling left over sex and chlorine. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck.
"I thought the IRA was gone by now, and here they are in force in upstate New York, planning an attack on the British Ex-Prime Minister. You have to really hate someone to go to those lengths. To want vengeance instead of justice so badly that you become the evil that you hate so much," Kate whispered, still feeling herself in Rick's arms.
"And I'll be here for you to prevent you from going that route when we finally get around to finding out who killed your mother," Rick replied.
"You think we will?" Kate questioned.
"Find out who killed her or even try to? In any case the answer is yes. It won't be this month and it likely won't be the next. Or this year even, but we will, you'll see." Rick kissed her shoulder again. "What did you think of her?" Rick changed the subject a little.
"She looks older than I remember her being, having said that, that woman is still smart as a tack and she still doesn't pull any punches." Kate smiled as she remembered Margaret Thatcher stepping into the room after Special Agent Darrigo had left the room.
"She reminded me of some of my commanding officers, she was all business that's for sure." Rick was smiling, happy that he had gotten to meet someone that had played a major role in history.
"You even got another medal." Kate smiled as she remembered watching Thatcher pin it on him.
"You got one too as I recall," Rick murmured into Kate's ear. "How do you know I have medals?" Rick pulled away from Kate and Kate could feel his presence leave her. Kate groaned internally, she hadn't meant for him to know that.
Kate turned and placed her hands on either side of Rick's face. "Before you actually proposed I was so sure that you were going to ask me to marry you that I went snooping looking for my ring. I just knew that you were going to ask me, and I wanted to see it so badly. See it on my finger and tell myself that my name was going to be Katherine Castle someday."
"I found what looked like a large wood cigar box instead. There were all these medals inside instead of my ring." Kate moved in close so that she was just a hairs breath away from Rick's lips. "Please tell me you didn't earn them doing something stupid because Meredith had killed your baby." Kate searched Rick's eyes and saw her answer in them.
"Oh BABY, please don't think like that anymore. You own too much of my heart. If you did something stupid and got yourself killed it would crush me. If your heart stops beating so would mine." Kate murmured into Rick's lips.
Rick opened his mouth to say something however Kate silenced him by kissing him. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close to her. After Kate broke from the kiss. "I would never kill our baby Rick, never," Kate whispered softly into Rick's ear.
Kate could feel Rick's body shaking. Kate knew she had been right and found the weak spot in Castle's soul. It was only seconds later that she heard Rick's muffled sobs. Kate had figured out his past just a little too well. "You have me now baby and I'm not going anywhere."
Kate never did let go of Castle even after they both got back into bed. Come morning, Rick was feeling much better. They were both enjoying themselves as they went scuba diving 'til their tanks ran out of air.
After showering and getting dressed, Kate talked Castle into renting a jeep and going to the very northern tip of the island. This trip they took one of the trails down to one of the beaches that were along the way.
It was lovely to see and get their feet wet in but it wasn't what Kate wanted and this time nothing was going to get in her way.
They were standing hand in hand at the top of the hill looking out into the ocean, taking in the view and feeling the breeze. Kate looked around just to make sure they were alone. "Fuck me Castle, I've wanted you to take me up here on this hill ever since the first time we came here. Please Castle, I want you to take me, make me beg and scream." Kate buried her face in Rick's chest and reached down to wake up little Castle.
Kate was lying literally on Castle after he had gone down on her and teased her while never letting her come. Then he flipped Kate over so that she was on all fours and tormented her by simply rubbing his erection up and down her lips. "Castle…PLEASE!" Kate begged and Castle slammed into her, causing her to cry out. Soon the only sound that could be heard was the wind, the slapping of wet skin against wet skin, and Kate crying out in pleasure.
It wasn't until Rick bent over Kate's back and reached down to stroke her clit that Kate screamed out as she came all over Castle's erection, feeling him fill her with his come.
Kate was content that one of her fantasies had been fulfilled. "I love you Castle, so very, very much." A happy and glowing Kate held onto Castle as they made it down the hill and back to their hotel. As they relaxed in their room, they cracked open their envelopes to go over their new assignment.
They found airline tickets that would take them to Miami. "Oooo, someplace warm this time." Kate liked this assignment already.
Kate was reading and wasn't seeing why they were involved. "This is a telemarketing scam Castle, why are we going?" She didn't see how this fit into their type of work.
Rick was more of a speed reader and was already done. He leaned over Kate and flipped to the next page and pointed. Frank Fields and Edna Fields had fallen for one of the telemarketer's scams and they were drained of just over $460 thousand. They were both diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer's disease and had been confused just enough that they didn't remember what the other had done or even what they had done. It wasn't until their son tried to make a payment in their name that he found out what had occurred.
Problem was their son wasn't just someone who rolled over and took it. He decided to be stupid and looked them up. He found the telemarketer was based in Miami and where they were located. The idiot had taken a weapon with him when he went to confront them.
It resulted in a hostage situation where the local police had killed the Fields' only child while he was fighting to get his parents' money back. Rick and Kate's job was to help retired FBI agents posing as elderly couples gather information on the telemarketers. While this operation was running in Miami, another operation would be happening in San Diego since both cities were hot beds for this type of telemarketers due to political decisions that had been made state wide as well as locally. These two cities were perfect for all telemarketers including the unethical ones.
"Good thing my dad is a lawyer," Kate commented after reading everything including who their contacts were in Miami.
"Speaking of which, we should pack and teleport home. Don't we have a dinner reservation with your dad tonight?" Rick asked.
"Oh shit!" Kate hopped up out of bed and ran for the dresser where what few clothes Kate and Rick had brought with them were located. Kate stopped and turned back to bend down and kiss Castle. "Thanks babe. I'll pack if you pick up our mess." Kate gave Rick another quick kiss and jogged for the dresser picking up their lone suitcase along the way.
"Hi dad, we're not late are we?" Kate pleaded with her face scrunched up, hoping to have her dad say no. "You're right on time Katie." Jim told her, watching Kate relax suddenly, and smiling after Kate turned around to leave.
They were sitting at a simple restaurant. "You met Margaret Thatcher?" Jim almost choked on his glass of water.
"She even gave Kate a medal for her actions." Rick bent over the table and said to Jim.
"She gave you one too." Kate slapped Rick's arm, causing him to start laughing. Jim chuckled at these two. "Don't encourage him dad." Kate turned her glare on her dad.
"So when is the big day?" Jim changed the subject and smiled.
"Dad?" Kate opened her mouth and looked at her dad.
"Well I'm not getting any younger, Katie, and your mother always wanted grandchildren. Me, not so much, but I guess that part falls to me now, so when is the wedding?" Jim tried again.
"Grand…children." Kate barely spat out. "I'm not pregnant dad, and since when did mom want grandchildren?" Kate finally caught up to that.
"You remember that guy that had tattoos up and down both arms plus god knows where else that you brought home and proudly portrayed as being your best boyfriend ever?" Jim asked.
"NO! I have no recollection of any such person." Kate responded quickly, maybe a little too quickly.
"Tattoos huh, is that were you got…" Kate whacked Rick in the chest to get him to shut-up.
"Johanna hated that guy even more than I did. She was so disappointed in you, that you brought that guy home with you. Your mother sat up half the night worrying that you were going to end up pregnant by him. Jo wanted grandchildren and prayed that night that she wouldn't get any. I don't think she meant ever, but in that moment I think she did. However right after, ..." Jim didn't finish telling his story and looked up at Kate to see tears running down her face.
"I'm sorry dad, I'm so sorry. I don't know why…" Kate was up and running for the restroom in a heartbeat.
"I opened my big mouth didn't I?" Jim questioned, thinking he had just hurt his daughter without meaning to when he hadn't even gotten to the ending yet.
"I'll be back." Rick got up and headed for the restroom. He walked straight into the women's side and held the door open for the lady who was washing her hands. She gave him a look on her way out. Rick simply smiled.
There was only one closed stall so Rick knocked on it but got no response. "Open the door Kate," Rick tried talking to her. "Open it or I'll just shimmy under the partition and get my shirt dirty and maybe my pants." Rick shook his head from side to side. "Don't think I won't Kate," Rick threatened her.
Rick did, however, hear the sound of the lock moving, allowing Rick to open the door and see Kate sitting on the toilet looking like a mess. She was still crying and her make-up was running down her face. Rick got down on his knees in front of Kate and took her in his arms and let her cry on his shirt.
"You didn't let your father finish his story," Rick told Kate.
"So he could finish telling me how I failed my mother? She remembered that guy and never knew that I found you instead. She'll never see her grandchildren, never know that I'm happy?" Kate didn't see any kind of story in that.
"Maybe if you had let him finish you might understand. Come on, I know there is a story in there somewhere. I think your father loves you too much to hurt you on purpose. He was complaining that he didn't get to finish after you ran off," Rick remarked to Kate and waited for her.
"Hey, what are you doing in here? I'm calling the police." Some lady was standing outside their stall. Rick simply pulled out his ID. "FBI and I'll thank you to mind your own business. Now either sit down and pee or get out and keep your mouth shut. No one wants to hear that voice." Rick put his ID back in his pocket and turned back to Kate.
The lady just huffed and puffed and left. "Abusing your FBI ID already Castle?" Kate tried smiling while wiping at her face and making it worse.
"Come on Kate. I, for one want to hear the rest of the story." Rick stood up and offered his hands to Kate who took them and let Castle lift her up.
Kate groaned at what she saw in the mirror, when another lady starts to enter. Rick pulled out his ID and showed it to her. "FBI, get out." Rick pushed the door closed behind her when she retreated.
Kate cleaned up her face and followed Rick back to their table. "Are you alright Katie? You didn't let me finish my story before you jumped up and left. I was going to say that your mother was convinced that this was the last one before you found the guy that was perfect for you. She just prayed that you would notice him given the guys you had been selecting lately."
"Then she died a few days later." Jim revealed, lowering his head in pain that his wife was gone.
Kate could just see it. She went from a guy covered in tattoos, more so than her dad could even guess, to finding Castle in the library. Her mother couldn't possibly know, could she?
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Just a few notes for everyone. The hit on Margaret Thatcher was a real FBI case, I looked it up. It actually did involve the IRA and one Michael Dolan who was involved with a bombing in Britain in 1965, I looked it up. He was also married to an American Citizen and was hiding out here in the States. It also did involve the death of a British officer who was working undercover. And the donation jars were typical for the time in Irish Pubs.
Now how all this played out was all me. The location (even if they are real towns, and I apologize if anyone who is or has ever lived in those towns), also the drive time, Starbucks and Dunkin Donuts are actual places where indicated.
The weapons and how they were used is all my imagination.
As for why Rick has such a big weapon and its concealment? Pay attention to the dates, it is cold in New York at this time. Like really cold! You could hide a shotgun under coats this big. Now later when it warms up, that will be another question. Also remember this is the year 2000 and 2001, do not suggest weapons or other things that were not manufactured yet. iPhone 6 is 2015 not 2001 for example.
Happy reading, mine or someone else's. We do this for fun and are willing to share with others. My beta readers do not get paid for this. Bless them!