Detective Castle - Part 1
It was a murder on the end of the street, a perfect crime – clueless and with no traces.
I’ am Castle or detective Castle, and I’ m from the police from New York. I am one of the best detectives from this police station and they call me to solve all kind of crimes. I was a little sleepy because they called me in my phone in the middle of the night.
So I went to the crime scene and when I arrived I saw a person, I did not know who she was. Yes, it was a woman with a black uniform that was written “DETECTIVE”, and I looked with a terror like expression and thought “Was I fired?”
Then she walked in my direction and said “Good day, I’m Detective Beckett from California” and I said “Yeah, good morning, I’m the detective Castle from new York police station” then I turned to the doctor and asked what happened and said doctor said it was a murder.
Beckett asked who was the victi
Castle 40 Theme Challenge: Part OneA/N: 10 themes used to take various pictures of the relationship between partners Javier Esposito and Kevin Ryan, in Castle--my latest and greatest obsession. Enjoy, and sorry to my friends who are used to RvB/PFL stuff from me and/or don't watch Castle! (If you don't, then go watch it now!)
1. A Million To One
It was a million to one that Ryan felt the same way about Javier as Javier did for him. But still, it was nice when work was slow to just stare off into the distance and imagine...
2. Under The Night's Sky
Standing there, under the night’s sky, it was easier to believe that Esposito didn’t just view him as a friend. Easier to believe that, when his partner looked at him with glazed eyes, it was for a reason other than the many, many beers he’s consumed that evening.
3. Bells Of Peace
They called it the “Bell of Peace”. Castle’s idea, of course. Whenever Javier, Ryan, and/or Castle got into an ar
Castle 40 Theme Challenge: Part Two11. Taking A Mini Break
Kevin sighed and shuffled off in the direction of the break room for a cup of coffee. He passed Esposito on the way, who smirked at his Irish partner.
“Tired?” Espo asked innocently.
Kevin was the one who’d volunteered them to stay behind at the precinct late and finish the extensive paperwork for their latest case. As such, he refused to admit defeat even if that meant looking like a zombie the next morning or drinking coffee like a meth addict.
“I’m just taking a mini-break. To get more coffee,” he answered shortly. Still walking, he had turned around and gone backwards while he spoke, but soon realized the folly of that.
Lying sprawled on the floor, staring at the ceiling, he wondered how it had come to this. His partner’s face loomed over him, and spoke.
“I suppose that was you just taking a mini-trip, too?”
Kevin flipped Esposito off, lay there for a moment longer, then got up and continued in his