Castlic

Chapter 1 : The Red Shawl

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“Staring at those papers all day won’t produce new evidence, you know?” Beckett pointed out. “Helping me arrange this desk though, will surely help us take a fresher look at this case…Hmm...Now that I look at it, shifting my desk from the precinct to our room wasn’t such a good idea.”

Lying on his belly, Castle places the palm of his hands on each side of his forehead and stares even harder.

“Seriously?” she exclaimed.
She neatly places down the pile of documents on her desk.
“Listen Castle, I know how much you want this case to be solved, given that we have been unsuccessful in catching murderers in the last few cases but –“

“Few cases?! It has been weeks since we last put someone behind bars,” Castle replied, straightening up. “I don’t even remember the last time we did, was it Randall?”
“Fled the country before we solved it.”
“Vladmir?”
“Diplomatic immunity.”
“Kozlov?”
“That is Vladmir’s last name,” she replied shaking her head.

“You see what I am talking about?” he said, letting out a huge sigh. “And this one…it’s the same, we have solved it but for some reason can’t arrest this guy.”
“Because the evidence is circumstantial, Castle.”
“But we have to catch this guy. He is intimidating and all, you know…like that villainous assassin Slade, AKA, Deathstroke. Hand him two swords, with that body, he would be perfect for that role.”
She gives him a disapproving look.

Castle buries his face in the pillow and mumbles, “You make it hard-r than it already is by giving me that look in these desperate times.”
Beckett lifts his face up with one hand and caresses his forehead with another.
“You are still the same Richard Castle, the famous mystery writer and I am still the same Kate Beckett of the 12th precinct you married. Sure, we have had a barren run but let’s be positive about this now, okay?”
“No, you are right,” replied Castle, gently tucks her hair behind her ear and holds her hand. “I am being too dramatic –“

“Ahem…am I interrupting something?” said Alexis leaning on the entrance of the door.
“Ah, Alexis, no…come in,” said Castle, gesturing her in.
Alexis enters the room, finds her way around them to Beckett’s desk. Picks up the case file they were working on and starts going through it.

“So what brings my favorite daughter here to my room after so long?” asks Castle, trying to amend the awkward situation.
“Dad! I am your only daughter,” Alexis replies, pausing at a page and trying to read it carefully as to not miss any of the details.
“What’s with your hair? Looks odd…why did you cut it so short?” he asked.
“So you still haven’t caught anyone since I last visited?” she questioned, completely ignoring his remarks.
“We have been unfortunate in the last few cases, yes but –“
Alexis leaves the room before Beckett can complete her sentence.

“Okay, since when did she start taking interest in mysteries?” said Becket, raising her left brow.
“Well, she is my daughter. Must be in the blood,” he replied, nodding his head.
“Are you sure? She is also responsible and mature…,” said Beckett, with a teasing smile.
“Touché.”

Beckett opens the laptop and starts scrolling through the images.
“What are you looking at?” asked Castle.
“Just looking at the photos of our victim. She was so elegant!” said Beckett, moves the screen of the laptop so that Castle has a good view of it.
“Meh. Probably because of that attractive red shawl,” he replied.
“But of course…,” she said. “Wait…she is wearing that in every photo but it wasn’t there at the crime scene!”
“Didn’t Lanie mention those ligature marks on her neck –“ he reminded her.
“Indicating that she was strangled –“
“- Traces of linen were also found –“
“Red colored!”
“This must be it,” she said, clicks on the red shawl zooming onto the product details.
“Aha! It’s made of linen.”
“The red shawl is our murder weapon!” both synchronously shouted.

Beckett gives a quick dry kiss to Castle and then pats her hands on the couch in search for her phone. She realizes Castle is holding it.
“I need to inform Ryan so he and Espo can go check the dumpsters near the crime scene. If we find it, we can nail down this killer.” She snatches it from his hand.

“Don’t spoil this moment Kate, we finally solved a case after a long time.” Castle cups his right hand around her hips and leans forward to kiss her. Before she can make that call she feels the arousal from the movement of his fingers around her waist and gives into it. She unconsciously drops the phone wraps her arm around his neck, pulling his head within touching distance of her lips, gives a soft glowing smile and then without holding back kisses him passionately.

BUZZ! BUZZZZZZ! Beckett notices the phone vibrating and releases him from her grip, both panting for breath.
“Bh-eck-tt,” she answers, still trying to recover from the deep and energetic kiss.
“Urm…it’s Ryan. Is this a bad time?” asks Ryan, sensing an awkward situation.
“Yea…no, it’s fine. We were just…uh…I was just about to call you to tell you about the murder weapon, it is –“
“The red shawl?”
“Yes, how did you…d-did you find it?” she asked eagerly, putting the phone on speaker.
“Urmm…well, you can say that…to be more accurate we found it wrapped around our killer at the crime scene.”
“Really? Someone delivered him to us on a silver platter? Anyway, bring him down to the precinct, I’ll try and link the shawl to him so that we can wrap up this case and start investigating whoever did this.”
“We may not have to link him with the shawl…”
“What?! WHY? Is he dead?!”
“Uh, no…it’s just that…he already confessed.”
“HE WHAT NOW?!!”
“Yea, he said he’ll be safer in prison…,” Ryan’s voice came as if he was biting his lips. “Beckett, I think we may have got ourselves a vigilante here.”
Beckett frowned at those words while Castle’s face lit up with excitement and grinned.