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Arrested

My aunts been super busy with work, and she's been trying to figure out how to become a captain at her own precinct, on top of that, working long shifts at the precinct and barely being around the loft. Castle has also been extremely busy, from working at his PI firm, trying to remodel his PI office, and finishing his Nikki Heat novel, so he's not around much either, and if he is, he's usually in his own world.

Since everyone has been busy doing their own things, and living life to the fullest, I decided to do the same. I've been hanging out with Mike and his new friends, who moved in next door to him and his brother. They weren't the best of people to hang out with, and almost as bad as Leon's friends that we used to hang out with. The twin brothers, Henry and Remy, were both in and out of juvie for a couple of years. Their parents sent them to live with their grandparents, and it doesn't seem like it's helping any.

The only thing that I've gotten out of the twins from hanging out with them for about a month now, is how to create some sick graffiti. I was against it at first, but as they taught us how to tag different locations, and how to create some different works of art on old abandoned buildings, it became a pretty fun pastime. Mike was way better than I was though, but that didn't stop me from creating my own works of art.

That's what we were doing now, we were tagging a new building, and throwing up our own flair to the dingy red bricked building. As I held my shirt to cover my face from the paint, I moved my arm diligently up and down, as I put some final touches on it. Once I was finished, I took a step back, and admired my small, but decent piece of work. Mike came over to me, once he finished his intricate piece of graffiti, and said, "Not bad, Emmy. It seems like you're getting better."

"Yeah, right, my heart looks lopsided, and the word doesn't even look like the word I was going for. It just looks like gibberish," I said.

"No, I can tell what it says."

"Oh yeah, what is it?"

Mike squinted, then tilted his head, before he finally answered my question, "Love?"

I glared at him and asked, "Are you just guessing, or do you really know?"

"I can totally see it."

"Sure, you can."

"I can."

"Hmm, nice piece Emily," Remy said as he came over to us.

"I agree," Henry, the other twin, said.

"Thanks for trying to make me feel good about my crappy piece of art," I said with a huff.

"Seriously, it's not bad for a beginner. You should have seen us when we first started," Remy said.

"Yeah, we sucked, but then we got better after our two years of doing this," Henry said.

"Wow, you've been doing it that long?" Mike asked.

"Yep, we used to see our tags all over Boston when we rode around on our bikes."

"Cool."

"So, what did you two create?" I asked them.

"Just a small generic thing. Nothing to fancy," Remy said as he led us to their masterpiece.

My mouth dropped open as I stared at the graffiti they had created within an hour. I looked between the twins and asked, "You did this, in an hour?"

Henry shrugged and said, "Yeah, not our best piece, we're a little rusty, but it came out all right"

"You call that rusty? It's freaking amazing," Mike said as he looked on at their piece of art with amazement.

"I couldn't even draw Bumblebee within a year, especially with spray paint," I said.

"I guess we did pretty good. We're glad we did justice for our favorite Transformer," Remy said.

"You guys definitely nailed it."

"Thanks Emily," Henry said with a smile.

"What did you make Mike?" Remy asked.

Mike scratched the back of his neck and said, "Not even close to what you guys did."

"I'm sure it's great," Henry said.

"Yup, you seem to have a knack for this thing," Remy said.

"Uh-huh, a true prodigy."

"I don't know about that, but come on, I'll show you," Mike said as we walked over to his section of the brick wall.

"Is that… Is that our principal?" I asked.

"Yeah, she made me go to summer school after having a talk with my parents and a couple of our teachers. I needed to blow of some steam."

"Ha, that's awesome. She looks like a gremlin," Remy said.

"That was the point," Mike said with a chuckle.

"It's good, I'll give you that," I said.

"Yep," the twins agreed.

As we continued to admire each other's works of art, a man cleared his throat behind us, and we all turned around to see two uniformed police officers with their arms folded in front of them. The four of us looked around for an escape, but we were trapped, and the only way to get out of here was through the two officers.

"Don't even try it," the officer near Mike and I said.

"It's not what it looks like," Remy said.

"Really? So, what's that in your hand?"

Remy looked down at the can of spray paint in his hand and said, "A new drink that looks like a spray paint can."

"All right, enough. The four of you are coming down town with us," the other officer said.

Each cop grabbed a pair of us, and dragged us to the patrol car, where we were all shoved into the back. Once we were settled in and squished uncomfortably in the back, the two officers went to the front, and drove off to the local police station.

We've been at the police station for three hours now, and we each had to take a turn in the interrogation room. Mike was in the room now, and the twins already had their time in there, and were now slumped down in the two chairs to my right with glum faces. A couple of minutes later, Mike came walking out with the Lieutenant close behind him, and he plopped into the seat next to me with a heavy sigh.

"You're up, miss Beckett," the man said.

I walked with him into the interrogation room, and took a seat in the metal chair opposite his, facing the one-way mirror where someone might be watching our conversation.

"So, Emily, I'm Lieutenant Rosenbaum, and may I remind you that you are in some serious trouble. And remember lying will get you nowhere, so it'll be in your best bet, to be 100 percent honest with me," he said.

"It was just some graffiti… Art. It wasn't anything serious," I said.

"You do know it's illegal, and considered vandalism?"

"Well, yeah. We may have defaced a building, but it's an old abandoned building, not some high-class museum, or whatever."

"The government owns that building, and it's not even that, a minor isn't even supposed to have spray paint."

"I… I guess so."

"Where'd you get it?"

"From the twin boys, Remy and Henry."

"Do you know where they obtained the paint?"

"No, sir."

"Are you certain?"

"Yes, why would I lie?"

"Simple, you want to protect them."

"Well, I don't know. They just show up with the paint and we create stuff with it."

"So, you've done this before?"

I bit my lip and cursed myself for letting something like that slip up. He was a detective, just like my aunt, and of course he'd find something so simple to help further this case, and possibly create more against us.

"No," I huffed out.

"Like I said, lying will get you nowhere, Beckett. Now I will ask you again, have the four of you done this before?" he asked again

"Shouldn't I have a lawyer present?"

"Only if you want one, and if you're guilty."

"If I learned anything from the 12th precinct, I think it's my rights. So, yes, I'd like a lawyer before I answer any more questions."

The man leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms in front of him with a smug grin on his face, "You think you're smart, don't you?"

"No, I just know my aunt wouldn't approve of the four of us being interrogated without a lawyer present."

"Ah, I thought that name sounded familiar. Detective Katherine Beckett, is that correct?"

"Yes…"

"I don't think she'll be very happy to know that you are down here."

"No, and they already contacted our parents and guardians, so I'm sure she's not too pleased with me right now."

"Hmm… I'd say not," he stood up and motioned his arm to the door, "I guess we're done here."

"Until my lawyer gets here?" I asked.

"No, I think I have enough information from the four of you."

I glared at the man, before I made my way out of the room, Lieutenant Rosenbaum following closely behind me, as he led me to my seat next to Mike. I sat down with a sigh, much like Mike did when he got out, and the Lieutenant said, "Now, you kids have done an awful thing today, and I have a pretty strong case against you. Since you two, Remy and Henry, are the true delinquents, and have been arrested twice in Boston and once here prior to this incident today, you won't be getting off to easily. Now for you two, Mike and Emily, you haven't been arrested before, and have no records prior to this arrest. We might be able to get you two off with a simple punishment, such as a fine, or even community service, but who knows."

"We're going to Juvie again?" Remy asked with a groan.

"Possibly young man, and maybe you'll think about what you've been doing."

"This is bullshit," Henry said.

"Watch your mouth young man! I don't like seeing young kids like you, our future, in these kinds of situations, but if you do the crime…" he started to say, but Remy finished it for him, "You do the time, yeah we know."

"Exactly. Now I'm not the judge in this case, but it seems likely he or she will be harder on you two boys. And hopefully whatever happens to them, serves as a lesson for you two, and you won't find yourself in this kind of predicament again."

"Yes, sir," the four of us mumbled.

"Now sit tight, and wait for your parents or guardians to come and get you."

He walked away towards his desk, and we all sat quietly as we thought about our future court dates, and our impending lectures.

Not to long after we finished our interrogations, our parents and guardians started to show up one by one, and they all had different moods as they made their way towards us. Mike's mom and dad were the first parents to arrive, and they both yelled at their son as they approached him. Once they were briefed by the Lieutenant, and got some paperwork from the reception desk, they escorted Mike out to the parking lot to head home, and they continued to lecture him all the way out of the station.

The next guardians to arrive, were the twin's grandparents, and they had a look of worry and disappointment on their faces. They talked to the lieutenant, and got the paper work for the boys, before they calmly led the boys outside without saying one word to them. I figured it wasn't the first time they've had to do this, so it made it that much more saddening for that family.

Then it was my turn, and the look on my aunt's face seemed like one that could kill. Castle was with her as well, and he didn't look very happy either as they made their way over to me. Once she reached me, I was going to say something, but she stopped me with just a raise of her hand, "Don't Em… I don't want to hear it, not right now."

I looked over at Castle, and he shook his head at me with the same look of disappointment that I saw on the faces of the twin's grandparents not too long ago. Lieutenant Rosenbaum came over to the three of us and said, "Detective Beckett, nice seeing you again."

"Nice seeing you as well, Lieutenant Rosenbaum," my aunt said as she shook his hand.

"Sorry it had to be under these circumstances."

"Me too."

"So, I'm sure you know what your niece is here for."

"Actually no, we just got a call that told us that my niece was arrested and to come down here and pick her up."

"Well, Emily and three of her friends were down by the old abandon building on 5th, vandalizing the place with spray paint."

"Where'd you even get spray paint mini Beckett?" Castle asked.

"I already asked her that, and her little delinquent buddies, but they refuse to relay that information."

"I'm sorry about this, Lieutenant," my aunt said.

"Me too… Emily and her friends will have a court hearing in a few weeks, and hopefully the sentence isn't too bad."

"You're going to send four young kids to court for something like this?" Castle asked.

"Yes, I am. They committed a federal offence, and I will not tolerate it."

"I get that, but they're just kids, who are expressing themselves through art. No one was hurt."

"I understand that, but we will not have our city decimated by teenagers and adults who want to mark buildings up with their artistic talents. Plus, one small crime like this, can and will always lead to another crime in the future, and possibly more serious. It's better to stop them now, then later on when it gets out of hand, and they find themselves in much bigger trouble."

Castle was about to say something else, but aunt Kate beat him to the punch, "Yes, we understand. Emily will be at the court hearing and take whatever punishment that's given to her."

"Great, I'm glad to hear that. Maybe I'll put in a good word for her and her other pal, Mike, and they'll get off with a lesser sentence than the other two boys they were with."

"Thank you, Lieutenant Rosenbaum. We appreciate that, right Em?" my aunt asked me.

"Yes… That's great," I answered in monotone.

The lieutenant gave me a sharp glare, before he looked back at my aunt, reaching out for a hand shake. She shook his hand firmly and he said, "It was nice seeing you again Detective Beckett, hopefully next time it is under better circumstances."

"Yes, I agree. Thank you for your time," she said.

He nodded before walking away, leaving me alone with my aunt and uncle. I walked cautiously behind them as they made their way to the reception area, and grabbed the paper work for my court hearing and other information. It was quiet between the three of us as we made it to Aunt Kate's car, and that was never fun. I hated the silent treatment, but I knew it was going to be hell when we got back to Castle's loft. Aunt Kate is definitely not going to let me off easy.

We finally arrived home, and I was currently sitting on the couch as my aunt and uncle stood in front of me, starring me down as they thought of how to start this lecture. Aunt Kate placed her hands on her hips with an audible sigh, before she said, "Emily what were you thinking?"

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I was just hanging out with my friends. I was having fun."

"Vandalism isn't fun Emily."

"Maybe she didn't know it was vandalism," Castle said.

"Did you know, Em?"

I bit my lip, and thought that maybe I could lie, but I figured my aunt would see right through me, so I decided to go with the truth, "Well, yes. I know the law that people under 21 can't buy or have spray paint in New York, but…"

"You didn't think you'd get caught."

"Pretty much."

"Why would you do this mini Beckett?" Castle asked.

"I don't know. The skate park hasn't been as much fun lately, and it was something new. I just felt cool, and didn't' think it'd be this big of a deal. We were just drawing. It wasn't like we were throwing up gang related stuff, or anything hateful. It was just good, peaceful artwork."

"I do think this was a little out of hand. They didn't have to arrest them and make them go to court, putting this on their record. It was their first time, they should get a slap on the wrist or something."

"Actually, it was Remy and Henry's fourth time…"

"Well… Okay… But still, you and Mike both have clean records. You two shouldn't have to be a part of something the twins did."

Aunt Kate sighed once again and said, "It doesn't matter. What matters is that Emily took part in an illegal activity and now she's facing the consequences."

"I guess so…"

"Emily, you've learned your lesson, right?"

"Yes."

"I'm just curious, why did you do it?" Castle asked.

"Like I said, I was just having fun with a few friends."

"When did you even start hanging out with them?" my aunt asked.

"Maybe if you were around, you'd know."

Both of my family members looked taken aback from what I just said, and aunt Kate asked, "What did you just say?"

"If you weren't so busy with work, and trying to become a captain, you'd know what was happening."

"I thought you were happy for me. I thought you didn't mind me taking this next step."

"I don't, but no one's around anymore. What's going to happen when you do get a captain position. You're not going to be around when I need you, and Castle's putting more time into his PI business. Alexis is trying to finish school, and helping her dad. Mrs. Rodgers is doing a play, and working on other stuff. I just feel like I'm stuck here, and I'm in my teenage years, which is going to be hell, especially when I reach high school next year."

Aunt Kate sat next to me on the couch, taking one of my hand in hers, and said, "Em, whatever you are going through, or are going to go through, I'll be there for you. No matter how busy I am, you can come to me, or call me, and I'll drop everything to help you out."

"Me too Em. No matter what I'm doing, you can come to me," Castle said as he sat down on the other side of me.

I nodded and said, "I know…"

"Please, don't get yourself into any more trouble Em. You're a good kid, I don't want to see you going down the wrong path," my aunt said sadly.

"I won't aunt Kate. I promise."

She gave me a peck on my forehead, and said, "I'm glad to hear that."

"I am too, mini Beckett," Castle said with a matching peck to the forehead.

"Thanks guys… So, I'm grounded, right?" I asked my aunt.

"Oh yeah, three weeks. You're going to be staying here, coming with me to the precinct, or going with Castle to his PI office," my aunt said.

"Sounds fair."

"Good, I figured you'll get more punishment when you go to your court hearing."

"Yeah… I just hope the judge goes easy on us."

"I'm sure they will, but we'll have to wait and see."

"I guess we do."

"Now, head upstairs and we'll call you for dinner."

"Okay," I went to head upstairs, but my aunt stopped me, "Em."

I turned around and she put her hand out for what I figured was my cell phone. I let out a short sigh and took my phone from my pocket, and handed it over to her. She smiled and said, "Thanks Emily."

"You're welcome…" I grumbled before I headed upstairs and to my room.

The weeks went by fast, and we already had our court hearing with the judge. Thankfully, the judge went easy on us, well Mike and I. The twins got sent to juvie until the week before school started, so the rest of their summer was going to be spent in a detention center. I felt bad for them, but at least it wasn't me going to juvie. Mike and I did however get stuck with two Saturdays of community service. We had to pick up trash at the local part for eight hours, for both of the Saturdays they stuck us with.

That's what I was doing now, I was currently shoving my poker into candy wrappers and other items, as we picked up the trash at the park. Mike came over to me, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, and said, "Man, this sucks…"

"Yeah, but I much rather be here then where the twins are," I said.

"Yeah… I guess you're right. At least we're here with each other."

"True, it could have been worse if we weren't together."

"Hey, twerp! Come pick up this mess," some older teenager, who was serving his time with us, said to Mike.

"Duty calls," Mike said with nervousness.

"Don't let him pick on you. Just know you're going further than he is," I whispered.

"Yep, I just don't want to be the reason he ends up behind bars."

"He's not going to risk kicking the mess out of you when there are security guards all around us."

"I wouldn't put it past him. He has some pretty crazy tats and piercings, that makes me think he wouldn't even think twice about pounding me into the ground while the guards watch."

"Fine, then go pick the trash up before he does pound you."

"I will," he said before he went over to the pile that the teenager was telling him to pick up.

"Eww…" I heard Mike groan.

"What?"

"Is that a…?"

"Eww…Just get rid of it."

"I'm not picking that up."

"Just do it. It's gross."

Mike stabbed at the item that was on the ground and quickly threw it into his trash bag.

"I cannot believe people would do that in the park," Mike said.

"I do. People are nasty," I said while shaking my head in disgust.

"I don't doubt that, not at all."

"Well, you have fun digging through your gross pile. I'm going to go finish mine."

"Thanks… You could help me, you know."

"Sorry, Mike. You're on your own."

"Thanks…"

Eventually our Saturdays were over, and I was free for the rest of the summer to do whatever I wanted. Well, not whatever I wanted because I do not want to be arrested again. It was not a fun experience, and if I can keep myself out of trouble and away from juvie, or prison, then by all means, I will.