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Richard Castle, Watcher (Castle/Buffy) (Complete)

New York, July 2009
New York, July 2009

"That's… a trick," Kate Beckett stated, slowly shaking her head, but Richard Castle could tell she didn't really believe her own words. Her logical mind wouldn't accept that.

"Look for wires?" he grinned, even though he was wondering, mentally, how much a drop from this height would hurt.

"Maybe magnets…" she trailed off.

"Anything metal would be affected by that." He pointed at his belt buckle.

"Technically, antimagnetic metal wouldn't be affected," his daughter corrected him. He heard Vi chuckle.

"Alright… you can set me down again. The point is made."

Vi set the couch down, though with enough of shock that he was jolted out of his seat and almost fell down. "Maybe there is a reason that the traditional way to demonstrate a Slayer's strength was to twist an iron poker," he mused.

Beckett was recovering her composure. Rick could see she was eyeing both him and Vi warily, and even glanced at Alexis with some suspicion. "What is she?" the detective asked, pointing at the Slayer.

"She's a Slayer. A girl gifted with the power and toughness to hunt vampires and other demons. Gifted ... or cursed." Castle added with just a hint of drama.

"That's the introduction of your first novel. You just replaced 'a Slayer' with 'a Vampire Hunter'," Beckett retorted.

"Yes." Castle sat down again and Vi retook her place on the couch's armrest while Alexis moved to stand behind him. A nice show of solidarity and support, in his opinion. It also placed his daughter behind the the reinforced couch, in case she needed to take cover. It was unlikely, but Beckett was still visibly stressed, and Vi could start a fight with a saint if she wanted to.

"So… all your books are based on real events?" Beckett wasn't yet back to normal, but Castle could see how she was shifting from shocked to interrogating.

"I took a few liberties in my novels to protect the source of my stories. All the information about demons is correct though." Rick smiled.

"Victoria was based on me!" Vi grinned. "He did tone down her ass-kicking though, to make it less obvious."

Castle coughed. "I do recall a certain redhead complaining until I made her more formidable."

"What?" Vi affected an air of utter innocence and turned towards Rick's daughter. "Alexis, how could you do that to your dad!"

"What?" Alexis sputtered. "You're blaming your vanity on me?"

"Children…" Castle rolled his eyes. "Do you see what I have to deal with? I hope you'll not follow Vi's example when I am writing Nikki Heat."

"Could you be serious for once?" Beckett asked in a strained voice. Castle could see that she was clenching her teeth as soon as she had finished her question, probably to keep herself from cursing.

"Sorry!" Rick sat up straight and looked at her with exaggerated seriousness - for about two seconds, then his mouth started to twitch. When he saw the detective's expression darken, he held up a hand to stop what he suspected would be a very memorable tirade. "I truly am sorry. But… joking around is how we cope with the fact that we are risking our lives every day. Or almost every day."

"It's better than what other Slayers and their Watchers do to cope," Alexis nodded.

Rick narrowed his eyes at his daughter. "And what exactly are those people doing to cope with stress, and how do you know that?"

Alexis's smile froze on her face, and she pointed at Vi.

Castle turned to his Slayer. "Vi!"

"Hey! I am innocent! She listened in to a talk with … London!" Vi protested.

"And you didn't spot or hear her?" Castle glared at her. "Are you getting sloppy?"

"Err…" Vi winced.

Before Castle could threaten her with more sensory training, Beckett interrupted their discussion. "So, you joined those… Watchers… while you were in London."

"Yes." They were spilling secrets faster than he had planned to, but he trusted Beckett. Or wanted to. "My first wife saved me from a vampire, and I joined her group of vampire hunters in gratitude." That was his story.

"Mary Wilkinson is a Slayer too?" Beckett sounded surprised, as well as concerned.

Vi snickered. "She wishes! No, she's a tweed-wearing watcher. Slayers are much hotter than her!" The redhead struck a pose straight out of a pin-up calendar on the armrest. Castle made a mental note to check what exactly his family had been up to.

"Those are the 'Loremasters' in the novels." Beckett wasn't asking but stating now.

"Yes." Castle was starting to feel like one of her suspects. Vi must have picked up on that since she glared at the detective.

"How long has this been going on? This demon hunting?" Yes, Beckett was now back to normal.

"Ah… I've been doing it for 20 years, though with a break of a few years. Before Sunnydale." Rick pointed his thumb at Vi. "Since then I've been training and working with her."

He was about to go into greater detail of his work when Beckett shook her head. "No… I mean the 'Loremasters'. How long have they been at it?"

"We don't exactly know," Alexis cut in while Rick was pouting. "The records only go back until the time writing was invented."

"You're joking!"

"No, she's not. Those Brits in the 90s? So stuffy and hide-bound, they thought our letters were a newfangled invention!" Castle snarked.

"Dad!" Alexis shook her head at him, before addressing the detective again. "Let me tell you, trying to read hieroglyphs can be a pain. And the Sumerian cuneiform is worse."

Yes, Rick definitely had to find out just what his daughter had been up to.

"That's… why doesn't the world know? Why haven't you told people?" Beckett was standing now, agitated. But she seemed to have accepted the existence of demons. Progress!

Castle pointed at her. "That's exactly what I asked when I joined!" Well, not exactly - back then, he had been too enamored with the idea of joining a secret society of vampire hunters. And with Mary. But there was no need to go into those details. When the detective's stare turned into a glare, he hastily continued. "It's related to the Old Ones. The true demons. Or demonlords. The big bads of the big bads." Judging by her expression, he really shouldn't be using Scoobie terms when talking to adult people. He'd probably just wrecked his cred as a writer. "Anyway. Those monsters are far more powerful than vampires or lesser demons. They are gone from the world, but not completely. More like sleeping. If too many people learn of the existence of demons, their belief, their fear, could wake up one of them. Or more."

"But… people believed in them before…" Beckett blinked. "The population explosion!"

"Yes. If seven billion people start believing in magic and demons…" Castle grimaced. "Do you need a drink?"

Beckett nodded, and Castle went and got a bottle of whiskey.

Vi smiled, showing her Irish heritage. Then she frowned. "Why does she rate the good stuff?"

"It's not every day your worldview is shattered." Castle filled three glasses.

"Well, I didn't get that kind of treat when I was told about demons," Vi pouted.

"You were underage then." Castle raised his glass, ready for a toast.

"Wait… 2002… you started hunting vampires at 17?" Beckett stared at Vi, then glared at Castle. "You sent children against demons?"

Castle downed his drink, then filled it again. He just knew he would need it.

*****​

"Why is it that explaining how demons live among us, hunting humans, is less of a problem than explaining Slayers?" Castle muttered to himself, after Beckett had calmed down and stopped threatening to arrest him.

At least Alexis had taken care of the explaining part. "... so you see, back when the Slayer was created, eligible girls were considered adults. While standards have changed since then, the Slayer spirit still works according to those archaic rules."

He took over "And before you ask - no, we cannot keep the Slayers from hunting until they are adults. It's in their blood. If they don't hunt, they get antsy. And if Slayers get antsy, things tend to break around them." Or people.

"That wasn't in your novels!" Becket glared at him.

"I told you - I protect my sources. It wouldn't do to give the demons information about us. We're at war." He ignored her muttered 'child soldiers', and Vi's 'I wasn't a child'.

"I still can't believe no one knows about this." Beckett stared at her glass, not her first, then emptied it and held it out for a refill. The woman could hold her liquor.

"Well… some do. The government, even if they prefer to look away when we deal with demons. Some of the Feds, the army has a demon-hunting unit…"

"More like a demon-baiting unit. We've had to bail them out half a dozen times so far. When it comes to demon hunting, they are more special ed than special forces." Vi snorted.

Castle laughed. He'd have to tell Riley that, next time they met.

"But you're the… Watcher… for New York." Beckett sounded as if that was hard to believe.

"Yes. I am the resident Watcher."

"And I'm his Slayer!" Vi added.

"And you hunt demons. In New York."

"Yes." Castle nodded.

"Why are you following me around then, instead of doing your job?" Beckett asked.

"That's a very good question!" Vi smiled sweetly, far too sweetly at the other woman.

"I am actually using you as inspiration for my new book," Castle admitted.

"Yes. You'll be the normal sidekick to the best Vampire Hunter!" Vi beamed at her.

"She'll be Nikki Heat, saucy, sassy, smart supernatural detective," Castle corrected his Slayer. Strangely, Beckett didn't seem to be as happy about that honor as he had thought.

"But… you were not just following me about. You were… investigating. On your own. You were hunting demons involved with my cases!" Beckett sounded outraged.

Castle refilled his glass again. This would be a long night.
 
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Yes. Also, there are probably a few places in BtVS (or Angel, for that matter) where superstrong character do things that really would not work if they had 'normal' superstrength.
I remember in the later seasons of Angel they used frame cuts to imply superspeed for vampires, and Buffy shouldn't be able to kick Riley more than a few feet without crushing his lungs.
 
New York, July 2009
New York, July 2009

"The last one, with the burning house… that was a demon." Detective Beckett was putting more things together.

Rick Castle nodded. No point in trying to deny it.

"But why didn't… the coroner is in on this! Perlmutter doing overtime? I should have known!" Beckett hissed, probably angry at herself for missing it. "And the ritual murder! That was a working ritual!"

"Actually no… I made sure that the ritual I wrote about was a fake. But the killer was possessed by a demon, and tried to free it anyway. I'll certainly not tell any crazy out there how to summon demons! How irresponsible do you think I am?" He blinked. "Don't answer that please."

"Yeah. We've got enough apocalypses to prevent already!" Vi tried to help. Emphasis on 'tried'. Castle wondered how many glasses she had drunk already.

"Apocalypses?" Beckett's voice rose an octave or so.

"Well, technically there haven't been that many attempted real apocalypses. That means world ending stuff. Only about… hm… less than half a dozen in the last 20 years, depending on how you count them. We just call all the rituals that would destroy a city or so 'apocalypses' out of tradition..." Castle trailed off when he noticed that Beckett didn't seem to be reassured at all. Maybe he should have wondered how much he had drunk so far.

"You're joking. This is all a big joke, right? Right?" Beckett was glaring at him.

Castle shook his head, a weak smile on his face. "... no? But we've got it in hand, really. We've foiled every attempt so far." That should be obvious, really - the world was still around, after all!

"And what about Sunnydale then?"

"Oh. That was a foiled real apocalypse. There was a Hellmouth, and the First Evil was attempting to send its army through, but we sealed the rift. Unfortunately, that caused the town to implode. When I say I've seen the hell, I mean the real thing." He'd always wanted to say that.

Vi nodded eagerly. "We kicked demon ass on their home turf!"

Beckett drank straight from the bottle this time. Castle went and fetched another.

*****​

"Good morning, dad!" Alexis's cheerful voice sent shards of pain through Castle's head.

"There's nothing good about this morning," he muttered. What had he done? There was that warehouse… and then they had met Beckett… oh, right. He remembered. To a point. Somewhere past the second or third bottle, things started to get… fuzzy.

"How much did I drink last night?" he managed to ask.

"I don't know, dad. I went to bed just a bit after midnight. I've got school today," Castle's far too sensible daughter answered. "I just wanted to wake you up before I leave. Gran met someone at her party, and stayed the night with him."

"Well, you did wake me up. Mission accomplished. Now shoo. I need more sleep," Castle bit out while sledge hammers were pounding his aching head.

"Bye dad!" Alexis waved and started to leave. At the door to his bedroom, she stopped. "I locked the pistol of our guest in the safe."

Castle blinked. Guest? "Guest?"

Alexis's smile was hard to read, but Castle though she was a bit gloating, at least. "Detective Beckett is sleeping in the guest room."

"Oh." How could he have forgotten that?

*****​

"Where is my gun?"

"Good morning to you too, detective. Coffee?" Castle turned to the new arrival in the kitchen with a mug of freshly brewed coffee in his hand, and almost winced. Beckett looked like she should have been still in bed. Or in a detox clinic.

She all but ripped the mug out of his hand and took a mouthful. "Where. Is. My. Gun?"

"It's locked in the safe, to be, ah, safe." Castle answered. He didn't think he should mention who put it there. Women were possessive about their weapons.

Beckett didn't say anything, just kept staring at him.

"Ah… I'll get it right away, ma'am!"

Handing an obviously angry and hungover person a loaded gun wasn't the safest thing Castle had ever done, but at that moment he was dea… quite certain that not doing so would be much more dangerous.

"Who undressed me?" And now he wasn't quite so certain anymore. Beckett's voice could have frozen a tropical ocean. She checked the gun's magazine with the kind of ease born of long practise before holstering it.

Come to think of - how had he managed to not only find his bed, but get into his pajamas as well? He blinked. "Vi!" It had to have been her. To think he might have put Beckett to bed, undressed her, and then forgot all about it? That was inconceivable!

"I see." His guest sounded a bit doubtful.

"So… ah… How much do you remember from last night?" Rick held up his hands when he saw her expression darken. "I am just asking because I want to know if I have to repeat something I already said, not because I would like to insinuate that something else happened. That would have been far too cliche anyway!"

"I remember everything up to the time you started talking about a desert trip, and Vi tried to stuff a sock in your mouth," Beckett said with a slightly sardonic smile. "Quite an effective way to shut up up, and less paperwork to deal with than after shooting you." Or sadistic.

"That explains the taste in my mouth in the morning."

Beckett snorted. For a hungover woman wearing the clothes from the day before, she looked entirely too fit. Coffee was truly a miracle drug.

"So… you're now a member of the few, the proud, and the slightly suicidal people who know about the real world," Castle smiled at his guest.

"I have only your word for it, and Vi's display of … strength." Beckett stated, grimacing.

"We'll have to visit Clark's then." That would prove it beyond any doubt.

"Clark's?"

"A demon bar."

"Demons have bars? Do they serve type B blood, chilled, in there, with a side order of virgin hearts?" Beckett snorted.

"No, we put a stop to that when we started in New York after Sunnydale." Good times, then. Castle had felt like a marshall cleaning up a boom town in the Old West. Vi hadn't let him wear a stetson though.

The detective looked flabbergasted, and Castle grinned. "And I am delighted to see you know my books so well!"

That earned him a glare, but no further comment. Point Castle!

"Not that I want to get rid of you, but… won't you be late for work?" he asked casually.

"I called in sick." Beckett answered in a clipped tone.

"Ah! Does that mean you're stuck in the apartment with me since you can't risk going out or you could be seen and your lie would be exposed?" Rick smiled widely.

While she was gaping at him, he heard the door open - either Vi or his mother had just arrived.

"Morning, Rick! Have a nice night?" His Slayer's loud voice, obviously meant to make his hangover's effects worse, rang through his apartment, interrupting whatever Beckett had been about to say.

Vi entered the kitchen, and added another all too cheery and far too loud, "Good morning detective!" Of course she'd not suffer from a hangover. Slayer healing was very unfair, Castle thought.

Both Castle and his guest winced, then glared at the girl. Vi ignored it and grabbed some breakfast for herself. "You need to restock the fridge."

The detective stared at the amount of food Vi had piled on her plate. Vi grinned, and started to eat. Just when the redhead had her mouth full, Beckett said: "I was planning to get you some help with your bulimia."

While Vi was trying not to choke on her food, Castle spoke up. "Really?"

The detective shook her head, smirking. "No, not really."

"I should have taken a picture. Or a video." Castle smiled ruefully while weathering Vi's glare.

"We'll have to hit Clark's later today. The dear detective is not entirely convinced demons exist, even if she doesn't doubt the existence of Slayers."

Vi's eyes lit up. "Don't worry, I'll protect you from the big bad demons." Vi smiled sweetly, far too sweetly at Beckett.

The detective narrowed her eyes in response, but didn't say anything. Yet.

Castle felt the urgent need to intervene before the two started a fight. From a safe distance though, he wasn't suicidal. "So… Clark's is like a normal bar. Just filled with demons. Most of its patrons know better than to start trouble."

"Meaning: We scared them into behaving peacefully."

"Mostly her work, actually," Rick pointed at his Slayer. "She tends to break a couple demon faces on each visit."

"Your flamethrower scared them plenty!" Vi retorted.

"You've got a flamethrower?" Beckett's voice was rising again, not a good thing with a hangover like Castle's.

"I got a permit!" he defended himself.

"For a flamethrower?" If Beckett's eyebrows rose any higher, they'd hit the ceiling.

"Among other things, yes. Whatever gets the job done." Castle wasn't about to mention the AT-4s in his gun safe if the detective had problems with flamethrowers.

"Jealous?" Vi grinned at the detective.

"Of course not." Beckett smiled sweetly at that Slayer. Too sweetly.

Castle closed his eyes. He was going to die as collateral damage in a fight between Beckett and Vi. At least he'd not suffer from his hangover anymore.
 
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Nicely done.

However, typo:
Both Castle and his guest wince, then glare at the girl. Vi ignores it and grabs some breakfast for herself. "You need to restock the fridge."
Wrong tense.
 
New York, July 2009
New York, July 2009

Richard Castle had spent most of the ride to the demon bar turned towards the back seat, giving last minute advice: "Alright… it's like a normal bar, just with demons. Well, more like a biker bar. Or a mob bar. Or the lions' habitat at the zoo. Or the…"

"I get it, Castle. 'Don't show fear, don't let them cow you, and if they start anything, finish it', right?" Beckett interrupted him.

"That's from 'Peril in Paris'!" Castle smiled, then grew serious again.

"You said the information about demons in your novels was correct."

"Yes, but that piece of advice was for a Slayer," Vi cut in, turning her head to smile at the detective. "Not for a cop without supernatural powers."

"Keep your eyes on the road or we won't make it to the bar," Beckett responded, baring her teeth in an approximation of a smile.

"As Vi said… that's how Slayers tend to handle demons. As normal humans we have to cheat a bit more," Castle went on. He wasn't certain it was a good idea to coach Beckett in how to visit a demon bar without losing one's life, but he had a feeling she wouldn't take well to being told to only visit with Vi.

"Cheat?" Beckett raised her eyebrows.

"Weapons, and the attitude to use them at the slightest provocation. I've got to stress again: Some of them may look and act human, but they aren't. Think large, man-eating predators. A Slayer can get away with roughing a demon up because they know she's a predator, and will accept her dominance. A normal human? They see us as uppity happy meals on legs. Which means that if someone tries anything, challenges us in any way, we don't play dominance games with it, we kill it." Castle stared at the detective, trying to make her see how serious he was.

"He's not kidding about them seeing humans as food. We needed to burn this joint down a few times until they stopped selling human blood and meat." Vi added while taking a turn so sharply, Castle felt his seatbelt engage.

Beckett's eyes widened.

Castle nodded. "Yes. Just remember that: Everyone in there will either want to eat you, do something worse, or is fine with hanging with monsters who want to do that. There are no innocents in there. Only demons who are too afraid to do anything, and demons who need to be killed."

"Why do you let them live then?"

"I've been asking that each time we go there!" Vi added.

Castle sighed. "If we start killing demons indiscriminately, we'd have a war on hand. We don't want the different demon clans to unite against us. And some demons are peaceful. They don't usually frequent such bars though."

"But as a rule: Kill a demon if you feel threatened in the slightest way. Or just feel like it," Vi cheerfully cut in again.

"Vi…" Castle glared at her.

Beckett was silent for a few minutes. "You mention half-breeds in your books. Humans with demon blood. Descendants of demons."

"Yes. A number of demons can interbreed with humans." Castle didn't know where Beckett was going with that.

"And even if they can't breed, some still like to try it!"

Beckett seemed to ignore the redhead. "In 'The Seer' you mention that many of them are born humans, and don't even know about their heritage until they are awakened in some way."

"That's correct."

"They would be American citizens then. Not monsters to be slaughtered." Beckett's voice was firm, and there was a challenging glint in her eyes.

"They go demon, we go Slayer on their butt!"

Castle saw Beckett tense up, and quickly started to explain what his Slayer meant - or should have meant. Slayers tended to be a tad too bloodthirsty for modern sensibilities. "What Vi meant, in her own, unique and language-mangling way, is that unless they become a threat to humans, we leave them be. But should they embrace their heritage to the point of attacking humans, then we embrace our heritage of killing what is a danger to us. Don't tell PETA, please."

"If they were born to humans, they have rights. Killing them would be murder." Beckett was sitting very stiff now, very tense. And totally ignoring his jokes.

Castle didn't think pointing out that self-defense was legal anyway would be a good idea, no matter how he might love to nitpick in an argument. He addressed the core issue instead. "It's actually not murder. It's legal."

"What?" Becket had that surprised, slightly shocked expression again.

"Yes. There are ancient treaties granting the Council the right and duty to deal with all demonic threats, no matter their origin." Rupert had found them while searching the archives that hadn't gone up with the Council Headquarters.

"We got a license to kill!" Vi gleefully simplified the issue while looking for a free spot to park the Shelby.

Castle coughed. "In a matter of speaking, yes."

"That can't be legal! That goes against everything the constitution stands for! The Supreme Court would never accept that!" Beckett's voice was getting louder and louder. She seemed more shocked than when she had realized demons existed. The woman really was a good cop, and Castle hated to do this to her.

"Consider them 'enemy combatants'. And think of Slayers as drones." Even the names fit perfectly - 'Predators' and 'Reapers'.

"Hey!"

Both Beckett and Castle ignored Vi's affronted yell. Beckett, because she was thinking this over, Castle because he was watching her like a hawk. Even though constantly turning his head towards the back was getting very uncomfortable now.

"It's not perfect, but it works. It has been working for centuries." He wasn't about to mention that they hadn't had the numbers to cover even just the major cities of the world until a few years ago.

Before they could resume the conversation, the car stopped.

"We've arrived!" Vi announced.

Beckett didn't react to the announcement.

"We can turn around and leave again, if you prefer to …" Castle started to say

"No, let's do this." Beckett pressed her lips together in what Castle knew was her version of Willow's 'resolve face', and got out of the car.

"Alright. Let me fetch you your gun." Castle got out and went to the trunk.

"I've got a gun," Beckett declared, patting her jacket.

He couldn't resist. "That's not a gun." He pulled out a 12 gauge shotgun with a pistol grip. "That's a gun!"

Judging by the way Beckett rolled her eyes at his quote, she was back to normal. Tough, smart and annoyed by him. He'd have to work on that last part.

She still took the gun when he handed it to her. "It's loaded with Dragon Breath rounds. Grab a couple shot and slug rounds too, so you can load them if something is fire resistant." He followed his own example.

"You're not taking your flamethrower?"

"We're just visiting. I don't expect real trouble." It hadn't been that long since Vi had wrecked the last patron there, so the demons should still be cowed enough. Or so Castle hoped.

Vi grabbed a HK53 with collapsible stock, which barely fit under her jacket, and started towards the bar, with Castle and Beckett trailing behind her.

"I always feel like a Sheriff approaching the Saloon full of bad guys." Castle's comment earned him another eyeroll.

Vi reached the entrance, and the bouncer ignored her. That was a good sign. Castle kept an eye on the disguised demon though, as he and Beckett passed it. Maybe they wouldn't encounter any trouble. Or start it, in Vi's case.

When they entered, Castle felt even better. The crowd didn't contain any vampires - not anymore. There was some dust in front of the back door, next to a tipped-over chair, and Vi had a smug expression on her face. Mostly regulars too, as far as he could tell. A Loose-Skinned Demon, two Brachen Demons, and what looked like a Pockla Demon under his hood.

"Don't drink anything," he cautioned Beckett, who was still staring, but not quite as obviously as when she had entered, as they walked over to the bar, where Vi was putting the fear of the Slayer into the bartender.

Yes, Castle had a good feeling about this visit.

Five minutes later, a demon biker gang walked in.

*****​

"That was great!" Vi exclaimed as she drove the Shelby away from the bar. Castle could see smoke still pouring out of the broken window while he rummaged through the glove compartment for some aspirin. He just knew he'd have a new set of bruises the next morning.

"Is it always like that?" Beckett asked from the backseat. She wasn't hurt, as far as he could tell - and he hadn't felt like checking in person when she had told him she was fine - but she had kept the shotgun.

"Nope. Those were newcomers to New York. Usually we don't see that much action during a visit. Good shooting, by the way. You set two on fire with your first round! And the big one you shot in the balls... "

"He was asking for that with his comments," Beckett smiled grimly.

"Yeah. Totally!" Vi nodded several times, still hyped up on adrenaline. Castle was just thinking the two women might be bonding when Vi continued: "You're still no Slayer, but I guess you can handle a demon or two on your own."

"Thanks…" Becket said in a flat voice.

Judging by the amount of teeth shown in his car, Castle might have been safer staying in the demon bar.
 
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What few tattered remnants of disbelief Beckett was trying to hold firm to have gone up in dragon-breath flames.

Really, it's for the best, though. Of course, now I kind of want to see her going back to regular police work and seeing witches and vampires behind every crime instead of regular criminals.

...and Ryan and Javier are going to start thinking that whatever weirdness Castle has is catching, aren't they?

Javier might want to catch him some, though, if it means getting with Vi.
 
"Who did undress me?" And now he wasn't quite so certain anymore.
"undressed"
"No, we put a stop to that when [we?] started in New York after Sunnydale."
Missing word.
"Morning, Rick! had a nice night?"
"Have"
"Ah! Does that mean you're stuck in the apartment with me since you can't risk going out or you could be seen and your lie exposed?" Rick smiled widely.
Confusing wording, maybe: "being seen and having your lie exposed?"
Vi entered the kitchen, and added another all too cheery and far too loud, "Good morning detective!"
Missing comma.
From a safe distance though, he wasn't suicidal.
Missing comma.
"As Vi said… that's how Slayers tend to handle demons. As normal humans [we?] have to cheat a bit more,"
Missing word.
He couldn't resist. "That's not a gun." He pulled out a 12 gauge shotgun with a pistol grip. "That's a gun!"
I think "This is" works better. He's holding it after all.
When they entered, Castle felt even better. The crowd didn't contain any vampires - or not anymore.
Not needed.
 
He's paraphrasing Crocodile Dundee's "That's not a knife... That's a knife" quote. So it has to be "that", or the reference is lost.
True, the original, correct quote is "That's a knife.", but the most commonly repeated (and paraphrased) version is actually "That's not a knife... This is a knife." - probably because, absent a visual reference to show the subject of 'that', it flows better with 'this'.
 
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True, the original, correct quote is "That's a knife.", but the most commonly repeated (and paraphrased) version is actually "That's not a knife... This is a knife." - probably because, absent a visual reference to show the subject of 'that', it flows better with 'this'.

Well, I remember watching the movie when it came out, and I remember it that way, so that way it stays :p.
 
New York, August 2009
New York, August 2009

"So, this is Clark's," the leader of the demon bikers, clad in ripped leathers, with studs to match the many horns and spikes sprouting from his skull, had declared in a loud, alien voice. He had looked around, then turned towards the others who had entered with him. "Doesn't look like much, eh?"

"Bunch of pansy-ass grass eaters!" He had smiled, showing double rows of pointed teeth. Suddenly, his nostrils had flared, and he had sniffed the air. "Humans?"

Kate Beckett had watched him turn towards her, Castle and Vi. Had watched his smile widen, and heard him chuckle, then swagger over to them. And despite his alien, growling voice, and his utterly inhuman appearance, she had seen a punk. A dangerous, demonic punk, but still a punk. Dressed and acting like a punk.

And she could handle punks.

Next to her, Castle had tensed up, and Vi had smiled, ferally, while the regulars had started to back away.

The big demon had marched up to them, licking his lips. "I may have to eat my words - not many places offer such an entertaining meal."

The way he had leered when he said 'entertaining' had left no doubt about what he had planned to do with her and Vi. And maybe Castle too. The other demon bikers had laughed, and the biggest among them had even pointed at her. "Dibs on her."

Castle's smile had widened then, but his eyes had gone cold. Apparently dismissing the demon, he had turned to the Slayer. "What do you make of them, Vi?" He had been looking for a fight, Kate had realized then. And she had realized that she wasn't a cop there. Wasn't facing a human punk. Wasn't bound by human laws.

Vi had cocked her head sideways, and made a show out of studying the demon and his biker buddies who had come to flank him. "Bunch of bumpkins. Think they're hot stuff, but too chicken to head to Cleveland. Too stupid to keep their head down and too ugly to get any woman. Worse than a vampire."

The leader had stared at her, gaping, before he had drawn a deep breath, likely to shout or roar in rage. When Vi's fist had struck his belly though he had folded around it, and all he had managed to utter was a whimper.

That had caused the other demons to freeze for a second, in shock and surprise. Enough for Kate and Castle to whip out their shotguns and fire. She hadn't fired a Dragon's Breath round before and had aimed for the closest demon's center of mass. The flames shooting out of the barrel though had not just struck that demon, but the one next to him as well, and their clothes had ignited.

Vi meanwhile had driven a blade right into the neck of the leader before kicking the bleeding, dying monster into the others charging her. Castle had shot one demon in the face with another flame throwing shotgun round before the next demon slammed him into the bar. Before the monster had been able to hurt the author further, a dagger from Vi had hit it in the back of its head, and it had gone down.

Right then the demon who had called dibs on her before had charged Kate, and she had had to focus on defending herself. The monster had been strong, but slow, and the detective had ducked under a wild swing, then rammed the muzzle of her shotgun into his groin, racking the slide at the same time. He had howled in rage. Then she had fired, and the monster had shrieked and collapsed, bleeding and thrashing. She barely noticed how Castle had jumped behind the bar and then had shot a demon who had jumped on the bar, following him - the unbalanced biker had been thrown off by the shot. But then she had noticed Vi fighting.

Vi had simply slaughtered the rest of the gang. Kate had known the woman was very dangerous ever since she had seen her shoot, but she hadn't known what the redhead had truly been capable of. The Slayer had moved in the middle of the demons, nimbly dodging their blows while striking hard enough to throw the monsters around like rag dolls. One was thrown in a window, ending up impaled on broken glass, howling until another thrown dagger silenced it. Kate had heard bones and skulls break despite the screams from wounded demons, had seen throats cut and eyes pierced, until the only ones left standing had been the ones she had set on fire. And their screams of agony had been cut off with Vi's blade a few seconds later.

The redhead had stood there, wiping green blood from her sword, and had grinned widely. "As I thought - big-mouthed pushovers."

Kate had stared, still tense and worked up from the most brutal fight she had ever been in. Had she really just fought demons? And won?

"That one's still alive," Vi had said, pointing at the one she had shot in the groin. Kate had turned, and seen that it was whimpering, rocking back and forth on the ground.

"I'm certain it wishes it wasn't. Alive, that is," Castle had commented from behind the bar, then had shot the demon in the head with a slug. "Happy to help." The author, no, the Watcher, had rubbed his arm and shoulder, wincing.

Kate had blinked. "We just…"

"... killed a bunch of cannibal rapists." Vi grinned at her, then frowned at some spots of green blood on her jacket. "Damn… I'll have to act the clueless wanna-be painter again with dry-cleaning."

"Technically, since demons are not human, they are not cannibals, but man-eaters," Castle had said, stepping around the bar. "Let's leave."

*****

Kate Beckett woke up with a gasp, eyes wide open, then closed them again. That was the third time that week she had dreamed of that night again. Maybe she should have taken up Castle's offer to celebrate her first 'Demon Barfight' 'Slayer style' - enough alcohol, and she might not have remembered anything.

She shook her head at her own foolishness. Trying to forget would be a coward's choice. She was no coward, she could handle demons. In more than one sense.

She wasn't sure she could handle Vi though.

*****​

Richard Castle was smiling when he entered the bullpen of the 12th Precinct and dropped off a box of doughnuts at the break area, saving one for himself, and one for Beckett. And another box for Vi. And coffee of course.

"Good morning, detective!" he said while sitting down in the chair he had come to consider his next to her desk, resisting the urge to swivel around.

"Morning Castle," the detective answered, briefly glancing up from her work and grabbing the offered doughnut and coffee. "Thanks."

"So, what exciting case is waiting to be solved by my inspired help today?" He grinned while toasting her with his own cup.

"The exciting case of the piled up paperwork." Beckett pointed at a stack of files.

He pouted. "Unfortunately, that task is beyond me." He already wrote more reports than he wanted to for London; he had no intention of doing more paperwork.

"Really? I would have expected an author to excel at paperwork, seeing as you make your living by writing." She smiled sweetly at him.

"Ah, that's a misconception many share. We successful authors have agents for that." If only he had an agent for handling the paperwork Vi was prone to generate. Well, Alexis would help, he was sure, but he wasn't sure he wanted her help.

"In other words, you're lazy and will watch me work while doing what you can to distract me." Beckett made a point of looking at the file in front of her again.

"I'm distracting you?" He grinned. Progress!

"You're annoying."

"Close enough." He shrugged. "So, what are you doing?"

"Going through cold cases, to see if any of them might have connections to demons." Beckett said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Really?" He perked up. That might be interesting.

Then he heard detective Esposito laugh behind him. "Of course not, Castle. We're just checking the old cases for similarities to current ones."

"Aren't there computer programs for that?" Rick knew Willow had programmed some search-algorithms, 'loosely inspired by google's code', to search databases for demon activities.

"Normal people have a budget to worry about. That includes the police." Beckett rolled her eyes at him as if it was his fault the city lacked funds. He was paying his taxes.

Before he could respond, he saw Captain Montgomery walk towards them with a young woman at his side. Esposito at once returned to his own desk, where Vi was poking around in his files.

The captain was smiling. "Detective Beckett, Mister Castle - this is Miss Varshney. She's a reporter for the 'Post, and interested in the consulting Castle does for us."

Miss Varshney smiled, nodding enthusiastically. "Call me Jane. I am so looking forward to see you two work together. The famous author, solving crimes with his muse!"

Right then, Castle realized two things. First, Beckett would be hating whatever article came of this. And second, this had to be the work of his agent and ex-wife Gina. As usual, she was making his life difficult while making money.

"Well, we're not currently investigating a case, we're just doing some paperwork," Beckett explained.

"Boring paperwork!" Castle cut in. Maybe the reporter would leave.

"So you have time for an interview then?" Miss Varshney beamed at them.

Castle glanced at Beckett, and shivered at what he saw. If looks could kill, he'd need medical help.

Fate intervened though, in the form of Detective Ryan. "We've got a case. Dead man found hanging from a tree in the Central Park."

"Yes!" Castle was out of his chair and ready to leave before he realized that this was probably not the kind of reaction to a murder he wanted to show to the press.
 
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I'm surprised they didn't leave that last one alive, 'I want you to do me a favour. I want you to tell all your friends about me.'-style.
 
Enough locals to spread the word, yes. And Castle and Vi don't like letting such monsters go - odds are, the demon biker would flee New York, and murder people somewhere else.
 
Nice. Good to see what happened in the bar.

Also, typo:
Castle had shot one demon in the face with another flame throwing shotgun round before the next demon slammed him into the bad.
Probably mean 'bar', there.

He already wrote more reports than he wanted to for London, he had no intention to do more paperwork.
'of doing', maybe?
 
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New York, August 2009
New York, August 2009

The elevator was a bit crowded, with Rick Castle, Vi, Detectives Beckett, Ryan and Esposito, and Varshney all inside. Not crowded enough to be pressed against each other though. Actually they had enough space to stand comfortably, just not enough right now for Castle to feel safe from Beckett's wrath. Though his slightly blundering reaction to the murder news seemed to have blunted her anger somewhat.

"Miss Varshney, let me introduce you to Violet O'Malley. She's my bodyguard and driver."

"Hi! I am also his inspiration for the new Vampire Hunter character in his next book!" Vi smiled widely and shook the woman's hand.

The reporter looked slightly confused. "I thought Detective Beckett was the inspiration for the next 'Vampire Hunter' book."

Vi made a dismissive gesture. "She's the inspiration for the sidekick of the hunter. You know, research gal, hostage of the week, straight woman for any joke, that kind of character."

Castle saw Beckett's cheeks twitch as the detective clenched her teeth and stared at the elevator's door, and the author hastily injected. "Actually, the book's central character, Nikki Heat, will be a smart, sassy detective dealing with paranormal cases. Not a sidekick."

Esposito and Ryan were carefully not saying anything, but their expressions seemed to be wavering between fear of Beckett's temper and amusement at her reaction.

"Ah… so, there's some competition over who gets to be your muse for this book, Mister Castle?" the reporter asked cheerfully.

"Ah, no", Castle smiled and out on his best charm. "And call me Rick please."

"Call me Jane then, please," she beamed at him.

Of course, Vi had to 'help': "No, there's really no competition at all. Right, Detective Beckett?"

"None." Beckett shook her head. The two women exchanged sickly-sweet smiles. Castle couldn't help but feeling that the elevator wasn't big enough for the two women.

"I see," Jane commented, then winked at Castle. Rick didn't know what she thought she had seen. He wasn't sure he wanted to know, so he simply smiled politely while he waited for the blasted elevator to reach the parking garage.

"So… how long have you been working together?" Jane asked, holding her notepad.

"He has been following me around since March," Beckett answered. "But it feels like it's been much longer. Time flies, you know."

Castle blinked at the implied statement that she wasn't having fun with him around and was about to retort, but then thought better of it. Fortunately, the doors opened right then - they had finally arrived.

"A Mustang! This is great!" Jane exclaimed when she saw his car. Like a beach bunny from a car ad aimed at men in a midlife crisis. And didn't that say a lot about himself?

"A Shelby, actually!" Vi gushed. "I used to drive Rick in his Z3 to the cases, but the Detective was a bit too heavy to sit in his lap when we needed to rush somewhere, so he bought a fast car that had more room for her."

"I never thought the Detective was too heavy to sit in my lap", Rick blurted out, "but it wasn't safe for …" he trailed off when he saw the death glare from Beckett aimed at him.

Jane laughed at what she probably thought was a joke.

"Strap in, everyone!" Vi announced, sitting down behind the wheel.

"We're not in a rush, Vi," Castle remarked as he climbed into his car.

"Time's money!"

"We can afford it." He glared at her.

"You seem very close to each other", Jane said, smiling. Castle wondered which section she was writing for - he guessed it was "People".

"Oh, yes. She could be his daughter, couldn't she?" Beckett grinned. Vi frowned at that.

Castle was very tempted to tell his Slayer to rush it. He had a feeling this wouldn't be a relaxing drive either way.

*****​

"It looks like he was lynched!" Castle exclaimed when he saw the crime scene.

The victim was still hanging from a tree when they arrived in the park. It was a middle-aged man, balding, wearing a cheap suit and cheaper shoes. The rope he was dangling from had been thrown over a branch, and tied on a lower one. It also was sporting a classic hangman's knot, not a simpler one. Lanie was already there, removing one of her probes from her bag.

"Looks like it, right?" Lanie commented.

Beckett, who had traded barbs with Vi that seemed to go over the reporter's head for the entire duration of the drive, shot him a glare while she pulled on her disposable gloves. "Do we have an ID yet?"

Lanie shook her head. "He had no wallet on him, nor any papers."

"That would be a very unusual holdup murder."

"About one and a half yards from the ground to his feet. No sign of any ladder or chair he could have kicked off. If he had hung himself, then he would have to have climbed up after preparing the rope, and then jumped down from the branch. That would be very unusual for a suicide," Beckett said while studying the corpse.

Castle noticed that Vi was sniffing the air. He glanced at her, and she nodded. She had smelled a demon. Great… a demon case with Beckett in the know and a reporter in tow.

Beckett hadn't missed it either. "Castle, if this was one of those paranormal cases, which kind of demon would be behind it?"

He frowned at her, briefly, for putting him on the spot like this, with a reporter around, while Esposito and Ryan snickered. "Well… any demon with an affinity for hanging, or lynching people. Vampire cowboys, for example." Esposito certainly wouldn't be laughing like he was if he had ever met the Gorch Brothers before Buffy had killed them. "But," he continued, after he had seen Vi shaking her head, "the corpse is not lacking any blood, so whoever did this wasn't trying to frame vampires."

"My preliminary estimate for the time of death is between 11 PM and 1 AM last night." Lanie announced after withdrawing her probe. "And his neck didn't break. He was strangled."

"Looks like someone slowly pulled him up then. Nasty way to go," Vi commented. Jane, who had been looking slightly pale already, was now turning green.

"Jogger found the body in the morning," Ryan announced. "She didn't see anyone nearby, and she didn't disturb the scene at all."

"No witnesses, no tracks… and no ID." Beckett summed it up.

"Quite a mystery," Castle agreed. Next to them, Vi was crouching, and studying the grass below and around the corpse.

"Oh, Jane!" Beckett suddenly addressed the reporter. "Did you see the stains here?" She pointed at the pants of the corpse.

Slightly unsteady on her feet and taking deep breaths, the woman approached. "No?"

Beckett proceeded to explain how the bowels emptied after death, and what exactly the stains were. Halfway into her exposition, the reporter lost her breakfast and the detective waved a uniform over to help the woman to the next bathroom.

"That was cruel," Castle commented, under his breath.

"But funny!" Vi added.

"While she is fixing her hair and replacing her far too tacky blouse, and Esposito and Ryan are talking with the jogger, you can fill me in what you smelled," Beckett stated, smiling innocently.

*****​

"So… you smelled two different demons, but couldn't narrow it down?" Beckett asked later, on the way back to the Precinct.

"No. I don't recognize the scent", Vi admitted.

"Your nose is that good?"

"Yes," Vi smiled. "I can track some demons by scent."

"Wow. You're like a bloodhound that can talk."

Castle saw that Beckett's smile widened when Vi realized she had just been called a bitch.

Coughing, he tried to interrupt them before they started getting physical. "I'll run a search. If this is the signature work of a demon, we should have reports on it." He pulled out his smartphone and accessed the Council's database. "Bingo!" he smiled. "There's a report about a demon preying on criminals in the 19th century. He left them hanging." He frowned at the two groaning women. That hadn't been a bad pun!

"More importantly, how can you keep our nosy shadow from following you around and exposing your secret?"

"You could tell her that Javier and Kevin are your models for a yaoi couple in the next book," Vi proposed.

"If they knew what you said, they'd not let you in the breakroom anymore", Beckett answered.

"Pf! I'd like to see them try!" Vi grinned.

"She's not really a problem. We'll simply hunt down leads after work," Castle said, before Vi could come up with more helpful suggestions.

"Good. At which time should I head over?"

Castle stared at the Detective for a second. "... around eight. We'll eat on the way."

*****​

Jane had returned to the Precinct with fresh clothes and a fresh hairstyle in the afternoon. Just in time for Lanie to call them down to the morgue. Everyone tried to stay a bit away from her, in case she lost her lunch this time. If she had eaten any in the first place - she didn't look like she had.

"What do you have for us, Lanie?" Beckett asked.

"Something rather disturbing", the Medical Examiner answered. "I checked his stomach's content, to find out what he had eaten before his death." She paused. "It was human flesh."

"We're dealing with a cannibal?" Castle exclaimed. That was something new indeed. When he saw Jane running to the toilets, one hand pressed against her mouth, he commented "Looks like not everyone has the stomach for cannibalism."

Vi actually hit him for that one.
 
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No, despite the name, the 'Justice' demons don't seem to have anything to do with tracking down and punishing criminals - they're all about granting vengeance to the wronged in the form of wishes.
... or at least, people who are very angry and believe they've been wronged.
 

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