Hi everyone! My name is Lauren and I am new to this awesome Castle community, and I thought I'd share my first fan fiction about Castle (it's kind of an episodic fic that takes place in season 3) on here. It's a work in progress, and my writing isn't the greatest, but I hope you all enjoy. 

Also, since it takes place in season 3, Beckett is involved with Josh, and Castle is with Gina, but there is a lot of swordplay between the two.

And, please forgive my ignorance on New York and Medical knowledge. Here are the first two Chapters

 

Summary: When the bodies of two sisters are found
brutally murdered, it is up to Beckett and Castle to unravel the sisters
mystery lives to catch who killed them, and why. Meanwhile, Beckett loses two
important possessions, which makes Castle see a completely different side of
the Detective. 

Disclaimer:
I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING.

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CHAPTER 1 

 

THE flashing red and blue lights of the two police cruisers lit up the night sky as Detective Kate Beckett pulled up her unmarked police car on the opposite side of the road. 

Already, people had started to gather around the now blocked off crime scene, hoping to get a peak at what lay ahead – some taking pictures with their phones, no doubt planning on Twittering or Facebooking to their friends or followers at what they were seeing, or trying to see – while the officers tried their best to keep the curious, and often nosey, pedestrians at bay, who only stopped to stare because the daily routine of their mundane lives had been shaken up.

However, Kate knew all to well what laid beyond the yellow tape she hated so much. To her, it wasn’t just a body that people were shoving themselves to get a picture of. It was so much more. It was a life, and now it would become a tragedy to the family and friends that knew the victim, and whose lives would never be the same again.   

Getting out of her car, and shutting the door, she walked across the street, while putting on the purplish latex gloves everyone who crossed the tape was required to wear, while pushing herself through the crowd of people. She flashed her badge to one of the officers who just nodded their head, and for a brief moment, as she held the yellow tape over her head, like many times before, she remembered that awful night ten years ago when her world was destroyed. 

She shook off that sinking feeling in the bottom of her heart, as she fully crossed the threshold. No one would know, or could know, just how much her mother’s murder had damaged her.  

“Good evening, Beckett.” She heard Castle say, who was suddenly now beside her with a tray of coffee in his hands. One cup for her, and one for him. 

“Castle,” She responded, in her usual way that was a mix of ‘what are you doing here’ and ‘it’s nice to see you’, as she took the cup of coffee from him. 

In the beginning of this Mayor-supported relationship that had Castle shadowing her on cases for the purpose of character inspiration for his next book, so he could write another hit series that would parallel his greatest hit, Derrick Storm (whom he had killed off in his last book), she resented his presence. To her, Richard Castle was like a nine-year old on a sugar rush, totally incapable of taking anything seriously. Now, after almost a year and half of working with him, she still thought he was a nine-year old on a constant sugar rush, but she found that she didn’t resent his presence so much, and, embarrassingly, enjoyed his company. 

“How is it that you always arrive at crime scenes faster then me?” Beckett asked as they made their way further into the secluded ally that was nestled between a Chinese Food Store and Joe’s Pizza Place, both of which now were abandoned.

“I was in the area,” Castle said as they stopped short in front of Laine Parrish, the Medical Examiner, who was overlooking two bodies, each with their backs exposed. 

“There’s two of them?” Beckett asked, exchanging looks between Castle, Esposito, Ryan and Laine. “I thought the call was only for one homicide.”

“While gathering for evidence, CSU found the other body in that dumpster,” Ryan said, pointing to the one on the far left. 

“And the homeless man who called this in, found this body in that dumpster,” Esposito added, pointing to the one they were all standing in front of. 

“It gets weirder,” Laine said for the first time that night.  

“I like weird,” Castle said, giddy-like. 

“You ready?” Laine asked, and the three detectives, plus Castle,  nodded their heads as Laine turned the bodies over.  

“Twins?” Beckett asked, noticing the striking resemblance both girls shared. 

“Looks like, but I won’t know for sure until I do a DNA test.”

“How about I.D.?” Beckett looked over at Ryan and Esposito. 

“CSU found nothing, but the girls are dressed well, and they don’t look homeless. Someone has got to be missing them,” Esposito responded. 

“I already have someone looking into missing person reports matching their description and age-range,” Ryan added. 

Beckett nodded her head, and then turned back to Laine. “Any idea on the cause of death?” 

“I can’t say for sure until I do a full autopsy, but both girls were stabbed multiple times, and both have defensive wounds on their hands. Blood loss would definitely be a factor, and considering there is little blood at this crime scene, they were obviously dumped here.” 

Beckett nodded her head, and stepped away from Laine. CSU was busy going over the whole ally, and aside from a homeless man, no one saw anything suspicious. In fact, this part of town was basically dead, with most shops out of business, and those who walked through this part of town never stayed long enough to notice anything anyway. This case, to her, was beginning to feel cold without even starting anything. 

Castle had come up beside her again, trying to focus on what she was focusing on. 

“This case feels like it’s going to cause us trouble,” Beckett commented, letting out a sigh, still staring out at nothing in particular. 

“Yeah,” Castle agreed, before turning to Beckett. “Double trouble.” He gave a small smile, and Beckett, used to his inappropriate quips at crime scenes gave a small smile back. 

“Go home, Castle. There isn’t much more we can do tonight.” 

 

~!~!~!~!~!

 

CASTLE shut and locked the door behind him, and quietly put his keys into what Martha, his mother, had called the ‘So-we-aren’t-running-around-the-house-like-chickens-with-their-heads-cut-off-bowl‘ bowl, that held keys, wallets, Alexis’ bus pass, and sometimes loose change. At first he didn’t take to the idea, but after misplacing his keys in the refrigerator, washing/dryer machine, and God knows where else one-to-many times, knowing where his things were in case Beckett called him to be at a crime scene turned out to be a God send. 

He walked into the kitchen and opened up the fridge, taking out a bottle of water. It was then, after he shut the fridge, that he noticed his mother was still up, sitting on the couch, in the dark. 

“Mother, what are you doing?” 

“Reliving my glory days.” 

Castle turned on the light, noticing old tapes scattered on the coffee table. 

“Again? Isn’t this like the third time this month?” 

Martha only gave her son the look. “Laugh all you want, Richard. The truth is, I was in my prime back then. Now, not so much.”

Castle, realizing his mother was hurting, put his bottle of water down and went over the couch to sit with her. 

“Tell me what happened,” He said. 

“It’s silly,” She responded, but Castle only pressed further. “I ran into Sheila today,” She finally admitted through an exasperated sigh. 

“Sheila? Since when do you take criticism from that two-bit bimbo and care about it?” 

“Since she got cast in one of Broadways most proclaimed new shows.” 

“That’s what this is about? So she gets a chance at a maybe proclaimed broadway show – Mother, you’ve had several. She can’t even hold a candle to what you’ve accomplished.” 

Martha smiled to herself. Richard always had a way of making her feel better, and she was truly appreciative that she had a son like him. 

“Alexis sleeping?” 

Martha nodded her head. “Poor girl fell asleep with a book in her hand studying for a biology test.” 

“Daughter isn’t right,” Castle said as he leaned his back on the couch, which caused Martha to laugh.

“Definitely nothing like you, or Meredith, for that matter.” 

Castle smiled at his mother, and then let out an exhausting sigh. He hadn’t been at the crime scene long, but there was something about this crime scene that was tiring. 

“Bad crime scene?” Martha asked, after a moment of quiet had passed between them. 

“All crime scenes are bad,” Castle said, while closing his eyes, sounding more like Beckett then himself. 

“I imagine they are,” Martha added quietly. 

“Two sisters – twins. What are the odds to not only be born together on the same day, but die on it as well?” 

Martha used her son’s knee to help herself up from off the couch. “Goodnight, Richard.”

“Night,” He said as he watched her head up the stairs. He leaned over to shut the light off, and for a moment, he was the one now alone in the dark.

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CHAPTER 2

 

BY the time Castle arrived at the Precinct the next morning, Beckett was already there, filling out known information about the case on the infamous Whiteboard. 

“Find anything new?” Castle asked, setting down two cups of coffee, as Beckett just shook her head. 

“So far, we still don’t have any I.D.’s on our vics. Ryan put their pictures on the news early this morning, hoping someone will recognize them. CSU also didn’t find much either.”

Castle looked back at the Whiteboard again, hoping that evidence would just somehow magically appear to solve this case. However, the Whiteboard, so far, was just a puzzle box, with most of it’s key pieces missing. 

“Laine’s autopsy reports are in. I’m hoping that will answer more questions. Want to come?”  

Castle nodded his head, and then followed Beckett all the way down to the Precinct’s morgue, that he had always found eerily creepy in a cool way.

The metal doors to the autopsy room opened, and Beckett was the first one to step in, her eyes resting on the two bodies that were both covered in a white sheet on the autopsy table. 

“I ran their finger prints through the system, no match for anyone,” Laine said from the opposite side of the room. She was holding a folder – the results of the autopsies. “But on the other side, DNA sample came back. They are definitely identical twins.” 

Castle didn’t need a DNA test to know that. He could tell just by looking at them last night.  

“Can you estimate their time of death?” Beckett asked, never getting the chance to last night. 

“Homeless man reported them around 10pm, so they were probably killed sometime between 6-to-8pm.” 

“What about cause of death?” Castle asked. 

“Both died from blood loss and asphyxiation from the multiple stab wounds. Twin A had 17 stabs, and Twin B had 19.” 

“So basically slowly and painfully,” Beckett said, to which Laine nodded. 

“There is some good news though,” Laine began to say while walking over to the counter and grabbing two small petri dishes, one labeled ‘Twin A’, the other ‘Twin B’. “I can not only tell you what twin died first, but in Twin A ,I found a small sliver of metal that broke off, and in Twin B I found a larger sliver of metal, and they both match. They were killed by the same blade.” 

Beckett began to piece everything together in her mind. “The blade was starting to break by the time it went through Twin B.” 

Laine nodded, and Castle asked if she knew what weapon had been used. 

“By the shape and angle of the wounds, I would say a hunting knife. But not one that is too big or small.”

“Something retractable,” Castle added. It was more of an out-loud thought, but it made sense to both Beckett and Laine.   

“There was one thing I did find weird while I was doing the autopsy though,” Laine began to say. “I found some faint scarring.” 

“From surgery?” Beckett wondered. 

“It’s hard to tell,” Laine said, putting down the petri dishes, and then made her way over to one of the sisters’ body, Beckett and Castle following. She carefully lifted up the white sheet, exposing the girl’s torso. She pointed to a faint scar, and then pulled down the magnifier so Beckett could take a look.  

“Whatever it was from, it was well taken care of,” Laine added. “Her sister has the same faint scars too.” 

“Elizabeth and Jessica, what have you two been up to?” Castle asked to himself, causing Beckett to look up from the magnifier.

“Elizabeth and Jessica?” Beckett asked, as she and Laine looked at Castle. 

“Yeah you know, like the Wakefield sisters, Alexis loved those books…” Castle answered, his voice starting to trail. 

“I know what Sweet Valley High is,” Beckett said in an annoyed voice. “Their victims Castle, not characters in a story.” 

Realizing his faux pas, Castle backed off, just as Beckett’s phone rang. While she answered, Castle looked at Laine, and he couldn’t tell if she was giving him the death stare or a look of utter annoyance. Luckily for him, their intense game of eye-dueling came to a halt when Beckett got off the phone, stating the victims have been identified. 

 ~!~!~!~  

 Beckett was slightly taken aback by the beauty of the home that Ben and Holly Martin lived in. Their front entrance was the size of her apartment alone, and as the maid lead Castle and her into the Den, her eyes wandered to all the various, beautiful, and albeit pricey paintings, that made her feel like she was walking through an art gala instead of to the room where two grieving parents awaited them. 

Ben and Holly stood up as Beckett and Castle walked in. Beckett noticed that Ben looked pale, and Holly was red from crying. 

“Hi Mr. and Mrs. Martin, I am Detective Kate Beckett, and this is Richard Castle.” 

“Please, have a seat,” Ben said, and when they did, Beckett pulled out two photos. 

“I’m sorry for your loss, and I know this might be difficult, but “- Kate cut herself off. Might be difficult was an understatement. This was going to be difficult. “We have the autopsy photos. We need you to look at them to identify who is who.” 

Ben nodded his head and took the photos. A new series of sobs escaped from Holly. 

“Th-That’s Adria,” Ben said, his hand shanking as he put one of the photos down on the table. “And this is Lara.” 

Beckett took the photos, writing the names down on the back of each one. 

“I don’t-I don’t understand,” Holly began to say, after her sobs had subsided. “Who would do this to our babies?” 

“That’s what we are trying to figure out. Do you know anyone who would want to hurt them?” 

“God no,” Ben said. “They were the nicest kids you could meet. I mean, they had their whole lives ahead of them, and to be cut short at 20 years old?” 

“The Medical Examiner found some old and faint scars on them, do you have any idea how that got there?” Castle asked. 

“We adopted Adria and Lara when they were four years old. Their biological parents died in a car accident. All we know from that point was that they were badly hurt in the accident,” Ben explained. 

“At the time, we had been trying to have kids of our own, but it wasn’t going for us, so we looked into adoption. We went to an adoption agency and fell in love with them just by looking at their photo. They were our good luck charm. Eight years after we adopted them, I became pregnant for the first time, with our son, Thomas.”

Beckett noticed Holly smile fondly at the memory, before a new wave of tears escaped her eyes. 

“We truly are sorry for your loss, and we will do everything in our power to find those that did this,” Beckett said with assurance in her voice that made Ben and Holly feel slightly comforted that their daughters murders wouldn’t go unpunished. 

“Anything we can do to help,” Ben said. 

“Adria and Lara’s bodies were found in Brooklyn,” Beckett began, and Holly and Ben exchanged confused looks. 

“I don’t know what they would be doing there. They hardly ever left Upper Manhattan.” Holly said.

“We know that they weren’t killed there, but rather their bodies were dumped…” Beckett paused when she saw Ben put his hand to his mouth, the same thing her father had done when the Detective had told them that his wife, and her mother had been murdered.  

“Do you know if they went out at all yesterday? Met with friends?” Beckett continued. 

“At 2:00pm they said they were going out,” Holly began, remembering something in her mind. “I think they wanted to go shopping and see a movie. They said not to worry about dinner for them, that they would buy something to eat.” 

“By 9:00pm they still hadn’t come home, and we thought maybe they went to see a late movie, but they weren’t answering their cell phones,” Ben continued and Beckett wrote cell phones on her note pad. 

“I told Ben we should call the police. It just wasn’t like them to be out that late without checking in,” Holly added. “But he said they wouldn’t do much because you have to wait twenty-four hours to report someone missing.” 

“So, Holly put Thomas to bed, and I said I would wait up for them. I must have fallen asleep on the couch, and the next thing I realize it’s morning and they still aren’t home.” 

“That’s when we phoned and they told us that two young girls matching Adria and Lara’s description were found dead last night,” Holly said, beginning to cry again,  and Ben grabbed her hand for support. “I’m sorry,” She said, between tears. 

“Could they have met with any friends from school?” Beckett asked again, and Ben sighed sadly. 

“No, and that is our fault. We noticed after we adopted them that something wasn’t right with them. It took them longer to understand things then normal kids. We didn’t want to put them through school and have classmates laugh at them for falling behind,” Ben said. 

“We wanted to protect them, so we home schooled them throughout grade school and high school. We asked them if they wanted to attend University or a Community College, but they were apprehensive,” Holly finished sadly. 

“What we are trying to say is that they didn’t have many friends. They were shy and mostly kept to themselves. They were never really outgoing, but we blame ourselves for that.” 

Beckett nodded her head. “Do you know what Mall they went to?”

“Manhattan Mall. They loved that place,” Holly said sadly. 

Beckett scribbled that down in her notebook, before closing it. “Do you have any pictures of Adria and Lara together that we can show around to see if anyone saw them yesterday?” 

Ben wasted no time and pulled out his wallet. A line of pictures of him, his wife, Thomas and the twin girls fell down in a cascade of happiness. He pulled out a picture of Adria and Lara, his personal favorite, who were holding each other in a picture and laughing at something funny. 

“Ben”- Holly began to say before he handed it over. “That’s your favorite picture of them.” 

“I know, but I have others. The detectives need this more then I do.” 

Beckett took the photo, promising to take good care of it, and assuring them him that he will get it back. Both her and Castle apologized again for their loss, and thanked them for their time. 

Ben decided to escort them out. 

“You have a beautiful home,” Castle said, while walking back to the main entrance. 

“Thank-you,” Ben replied. “We were living the dream. Now it’s a nightmare. We still have to figure out how we are going to tell Thomas.” 

Beckett appreciated how hard this was on him. She wanted to say it gets easier, but that was a lie. This kind of grief will live with you, and in some cases eat you up – that she knew from experience.  

“Their bodies,” Ben said, when they were half-way out the door. “We want to make plans for their funeral. Can they be released?” 

“You’ll have to phone the Medical Examiner’s Office,” Beckett said pulling out a card and handing it to him. “But I don’t see that being a problem.” 

Ben nodded his head in thanks, and after one more ‘we’re sorry for your loss’, he shut the door, and Beckett and Castle made their way down the stone steps back to the car. 

Once they were settled in, Castle leaned back on the uncomfortable seat. He couldn’t even imagine what Mr. and Mrs. Martin were going through, and the whole time he was watching the grieving parents, he couldn’t help but think what if something like that had happened to Alexis. 

Beckett turned to Castle. “You okay?”  

Castle looked at Beckett, and gave her his half-a-million dollar smile. “I’m starving. Want to grab something to eat?” 

Beckett smiled back. “The Manhattan Mall has a food court.”