#dontcallmeamuse

[castlewriterman]

dontcallmeamuse

Castle had kept up appearances at the precinct Christmas party despite not being in a party mood. He didn’t want to ruin this for Kate…she’d been looking forward to it. And really, he’d known what could happen with him getting involved with the mob. He knew it could definitely have been worse for him. He could have been killed by the mob or brought up on charges as an accomplice in the murder of the detective that had been killed. Thankfully getting kicked out of the precinct was the best of the worst case scenario. Besides, cops got suspended all the time and they got to come back. He would have hope that maybe at some point in the future he’d be back as well.

He was quiet on the way home, though, and he knew his wife would be suspicious. So finally when they stepped into their bedroom, he closed the door and watched her for a few moments. “I’m no longer allowed to work with you,” he finally stated quietly. “Because the detective we arrested was murdered and they suspect Dino’s family, who I worked with on this. The DA called the mayor…so it’s over,” he said sadly. “Guess I should have listened to you this time, huh?”

[knownconsortofthedoctor]

dontcallmeamuse

River didn't know where else to go, she'd been released from hospital but when she'd tried to gain entrance to her old home they'd told her that her flat had been resold. Given a box of her belonging she was left to figure out where to go.

After a while she made her way to the precinct. She didn't know if any of her old colleagues would be there anymore, she smiled gently when she saw Kate at her desk. After a moment she made her way over. 

"Hello,"

[ionlyplayforsport-blog]

{ G R E E T E R ;; 05 }

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"Are you sure you want to do this?" 

[mrsdetectiveryannypd-blog]

Wedding Plans Are Killer // Kate & Jenny

Jenny sighed and smoothed the soft blue of the dress down her side.

"Kate, I love you dearly, and I'm glad you finally decided on a date! However, we're going to have trouble getting Sarah Grace off of my hips by spring," Jenny sighed, looking in the mirror. The seamstress picked up the hem some and repinned the swishy fabric.

"Jenny, honey, you like fine," Lanie said in the dressing stall, stepping out and onto the small pedestal.

"Thanks, Lanie. Thankfully, the child is cute," Jenny smiled, laughing.

Little Sarah Grace was her entire world. There wasn't a day that went by that Jenny didn't show a new twenty pictures of her baby girl. 

[ryanofthetwelfth]

[Text]: There’s blood. There’s a lot of blood.

Ryan felt the pit of his stomach bottom out as ice flooded his veins. He swallowed around the dryness in his throat, eyes tracking the short text message over and over again.

What he wanted to do was panic; what he did was draw a steadying breath and forced himself to cut through the worry and slip into his role as detective.

[text] Location and information, whatever you can give.

[ryanofthetwelfth]

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text meme (x);

[Sent 12:38 p.m.]: Hey! Castle just spilled the good news. Congrats on picking the date! Totally wouldn't be any help but if you want to talk it over with someone I'm sure Jenny would be happy to know/help. See ya later.

[Sent 1:51 p.m.]: Beckett, we got a lead. Javi and I are heading out, enjoy your late lunch.

[Sent 4:30 p.m.]: Your voicemail is picking up, Castle said he hasn't seen you. Are you alright? 

[Sent 6:17 p.m.]: What's the situation where are you

The next time Kevin Ryan looked at his phone, the sky was dark and worry had made its home in his stomach. If he'd had some indication that Beckett was alright he wouldn't have been so persistent, but what he'd assumed was a late, celebratory lunch had never existed; not according to Castle who had called to inform him that he'd be at Alexis' longer than he'd intended.

Which to Ryan's well honed senses meant something was wrong. 

[ryanofthetwelfth]

Midnight Oil | dontcallmeamuse

Ryan was no stranger to late nights spent at the station poring over any number of files spread out against his desk, searching for missed connections to fight through a wall in a case. But that didn't mean he was a fan of them by any means, particularly when he had to stifle the urge to check his phone and look at the newest picture of his daughter for the umpteenth time. Mother and child were safe and sound and he had a job to do.

Coffee helped- so too did the walk over to the machine and the break from line after line telling him that, no, there was no evidence in Macy Williams' phone records tying her to their prime suspect and her suspected murderer. Nor did any of the numerous receipts found in her apartment place her in his vicinity leaving them with motive and no means or opportunity.

He fell back into his chair, brow furrowed as he went over them again. There was always something in the evidence- despite any occasional sway Ryan might feel towards Castle's outlandish theories there was always something concrete. 

Stretching out, he glanced over to the desk behind his where his senior detective was also still sitting. Shooting her a grin that was mostly sympathetic he asked, "Beckett, you see anything new?" 

[theninthdoctor]

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This is awful! He thought with a pained look on his face and put his hands down on the table, pushing the tall glass as far as he could. "Don't order the milkshake," the Doctor said to any pair of ears who would listen.