Love By Death (Castle Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1

I've always wanted to be a homicide detective. For me, the thrill of investigating murders and catching the killers has always interested me. When I was younger, I always wanted to be an actress, but I realized that it was just too hard to make a break in that business. Sure, there's a HUGE difference between movies and murders, but both jobs have always intrigued me.

Being twenty years old, I am now old enough, as a college junior, to take a summer internship job at the NYPD twelfth precinct, here in New York. I've passed by the precinct many times, always wanting to go inside and explore. Never, and I mean NEVER, did I think I would get the opportunity to be able to intern there! I could not be more excited.

On the last day of my semester, I was ready to get the hell out of there. I started tomorrow, and was so ready to leave college and do something I actually liked. Sure, I liked Physics and Calculus class, but I was ready for the gloves, blood, and bad guys.

"Bye, Jessi!" "Don't get yourself hurt, Jessi." "Have fun working on murders, Jess!" All of my friends knew how excited I was to work for the NYPD. They knew I was ready for it, after what happened to my father.

My dad was a major drug dealer in the 90's. He was always very secretive about who he dealt to and who he got his supplies from. In 1993, his meth lab was busted by the NYPD, but he wasn't there, so he had every cop in the city looking for him. My dad owned one of the first real meth labs in New York City, so he was an insane criminal back then. The cops got him, but they found him dead with a knife in his left shoulder, in an alley in the Bronx. He was only nineteen years old. The cops came to a conclusion that one of his dealing partners, Michael Randall, killed him when he found out that the lab was raided, because he knew that they were going to lose everything. Michael Randall was never found.

I've been fatherless my entire life. My mom had me when she was just twenty years old. My dad got her pregnant when they were both nineteen. My mom had no idea that my dad was a drug dealer, but when he was found dead, she couldn't handle herself. My dad had always brought in the money for the two of them, and my mom always thought that my dad did plumbing work for the local business. He was such a good guy, and she never expected anything like that from him. She loved him. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. She didn't know how she was going to support a baby on her own, but she knew that she had to do it, for my dad, because he always hold her that he was going to love their baby and he was always going to protect her no matter what happened.

I guess, in a way, I don't want to be a homicide detective just because it interests me. I also am doing this for my dad. I'm still looking for justice for him. Michael Randall is still out there, and if I have to go to Indonesia, I will do it to lock up that son of a bitch.