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Episode Eleven - The DA

Metro-General is crawling with people, all shouting over each other, cameras on shoulders, and muttering over phones. Evren hates it. Rot hates it. Matt hates it. Evren should be going back to her office for the first time in a few weeks to try and get any client she can. She doesn't, though, because Foggy asked her to be here. Foggy is currently the only one out of their entire firm that she's talking to.

"Wow, you cut your hair." He states. "Lord Farquadd, that you?"

"I don't know who that is, Fogs. Have some manners." She states, mostly joking, standing beside him. Matt opens his mouth, head tilting towards her. She puts her back to him. "What's going on?"

"Reporters." Karen states. Evren hardly holds back from tossing her a glare. "Looks like every outlet in town wants a word with Castle." Karen strides away, into another hall.

"Or a report on who does." Foggy says, reaching around Matt, gripping his upper arm loosely. "Come on." Matt switches, lagging behind him, hand on Foggy's arm. She and Rot doesn't miss the subtle twitch of his jaw in her direction. They just ignore it.

"You press?" A nurse snaps, standing in front of the double doors, beside a guard.

"Uh, no, we're attorneys." Matt states, then gestures towards Evren. "And our protection, if Castle becomes too, uh, excited."

"ID's?" Matt flips one from his pocket, Foggy following suit, while she offers one with a hidden roll of her eyes. Once Evren finishes this, she's going home and sleeping. She doesn't want to be around the lovebirds more than she has to.

"This much spotlight concern anyone else?" Foggy says, once they step into the elevator. She can feel careful gazes on her, on them- waiting for her to panic and blow up in the elevator. Instead she shuts her eyes, tightly, and thinks of Veronica. "I mean, we're about to step into a big proscenium stage here. And how do I know what proscenium means? Because I did theater in summer camp, which is exactly the kind of thing that these reporters will find out if they start digging into me."

"If it helps," Evren mutters, "they'd find worse on me." She brushes passed the three the second the doors open. In the hallway, she can breathe. Panic isn't clawing down her spine or crushing her lungs, shattering her ribs.

"Come on, jazz hands." Matt jokes. Foggy scoffs.

They meet the raised hand of a guard with a very dangerous weapon in his hand. Evren doesn't think that's very smart- Frank could easily rip that from his hands and use it against him. She keeps it to herself.

"What the hell are you four doing here?" Brett Mahoney asks, exasperated, making his way over.

"Brett." Foggy starts, brows furrowed. "You're wearing a tie, and... it's not a clip-on."

"This ain't a good time, Foggy."

"How'd you get babysitting duty, Sergeant?"

"A detective Sergeant, now."

"A promotion?" Evren observes, smoothly interrupting Karen, who was about to speak. She knows she's being petty. Evren doesn't find it in herself to care. Her date was going to be at that charming little restaurant- there's was supposed to be on the other side of town in some upscale place she knows Matt can't afford.

She can.

"Uh, just lucky. Top dogs like the press of a good collar."

"Yeah, and the cops that get 'em." Matt adds.

"Congratulations, Detective." Foggy says, sincerely.

Brett nods, smiling with closed lips. "I'm sorry, but the area is restricted beyond this point. You can't be here."