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Title: Evidence to the Contrary
Fandom: Castle
Rating: R
Genre: Horror, Romance, Angst
Characters/Pairing: Esposito/Ryan, Castle, Beckett, Montgomery.
Warnings: Slash, adult content, genre!crack (mild horror), themes touching on mental illness and consent issues, work in progress, unbetad.
Word Count: 2,380
Summary: "Ah, Kev, I expect this crap from Castle, like when he got bit by our 'vampire'," Esposito favored him with full air quotes, "Or when he was convinced he got cursed by a mummy, but c'mon, you're smarter than that."
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Chapter One/Chapter Two/Chapter Three/Chapter Four/Chapter Five/Epilogue
The sky was growing dark again by the time Javier turned up at Kevin's door.
Part of it was cowardice, he could admit that. Another, significant, part had been the bone-deep tiredness which had knocked him out for most of the day. Mostly, it was the simple fact that traveling through the city had been an utter nightmare. From Kevin's account the effects of his affliction had crept up on him slowly. It seemed as though the timing hadn't given Javier that luxury, and the city he'd lived in all his life had been suddenly transformed into a hostile and alien planet. The sounds and smells of traffic―automotive, human, or otherwise―had driven him well past distraction. He felt lucky to have made it home at all...he hadn't been that much of a menace on the road since he got his license at seventeen. Once he'd entered his apartment the feeling of safesafesafehome was so strong he'd contemplated locking the door behind him and never opening it again. In fact, only the knowledge that his partner had managed to function like this for nearly two months kept him from doing just that.
Thus, by the time he managed to suck it up and call a cab, most of the day had fled. At least the ride had left him free to contemplate just what he was supposed to say when he got there.
The door opened before he even had a chance to knock. There was a concerned frown etched onto Kevin's forehead as his eyes, and whatever other senses, assessed Javier quickly. Whatever his partner took in from that short appraisal he tilted his head subtly, a gesture that Javier didn't realize he'd read as invitation until he was already acting on it. Kevin's hair was dry, but Javier knew he'd showered recently―from the fresh soap scent, but also because he'd done the same, desperate to scrub away the sour stress-fear-piss smell of the cage they'd woken up to. Looking around the apartment there was no visible sign that, for a few hours, this had been a cage as well. It crossed his mind to wonder whether Ryan had needed to clean up after the wolf's fruitless searching, or if he'd been able to spend the day passed out as well.
He wondered. He wouldn't ask.
Kevin waved at the couch and Javier sat; his partner's house, his rules. Though he hadn't visited Kevin's apartment in almost a month, Javier noted faint traces of his own scent still present on the couch. Just as faded was the ghost of a whisper of―
Jenny, Javier realized, the thought striking a territorial rumble of feeling in the back of his mind that he wasn't entirely willing to push away. He stood quickly and tried not to pace as he grasped for the words he'd strung together so painstakingly on the cab ride over.
"So..." Javier said, spreading his arms helplessly, "You fucked me, marked me, and turned me. Does that make us werewolf-married?"
It was, no-contest, the most ridiculous sentence Javier had ever spoken in his entire life. He felt like an idiot, but there was a reason. He had to take the fear out of the situation he and Kevin had found themselves in. He had to make this thing safe. If he couldn't manage that, Javier knew Kevin would hate himself forever for what he'd done to him. Javier didn't bother to pretend he didn't know where the idea had come from―and with his earlier fears over Kevin's mental health and his own perceived transgression nearly forgotten, it was so irresistibly simple to let imitating Castle become the new low-point of his life. Of course, the problem with imitation was that, particularly in this instance, it often came rather unexpected. For a few moments Kevin just gaped at him, and Javier could see the outrage brewing beneath the surface of his confusion, waiting for release.
"How can you joke about this? Our lives have turned into some kind of bad horror movie―"
"It did that when Jenny bought you that tie."
And Javier had no idea where that had come from exactly, but he'd take it since his brain didn't seem to up to supplying anything sane right now. It also made Kevin angry, which was good, oddly enough. Javier had been expecting―almost wanting―that anger to pass his way for the past few days. Even if Javier no longer felt he deserved it for the same reasons, if Kevin was mad it would be that much harder for him to feel guilty. Case in point: the deadly serious glare his partner was leveling on him at just that moment.
"That's not funny."
"Damned right it's not funny, Kev, but it still happened," he dropped his voice, gesturing between the two of them. Vaguely, but he thought his meaning was plain. "This is still happening."
"Werewolves, Javier," Kevin said, enunciating the word as if Javier were slow and had somehow managed to miss that part. "Freaking werewolves. And you're still tripping on the we-slept-together thing?"
"I haven't even begun to get my head around the werewolf thing," Javier admitted, and wasn't that just the fucking truth. "This I can try to deal with. And I'm not tripping on it. I'm tripping on you tripping on it."
He took a breath, stepping away and finally allowing his restlessness to work itself out physically. Only a few aimless steps loosened the tension enough that he could face Kevin again, come close enough to look him in the eye.
"Look, Kev. You're my partner and my friend. And that means more to me than..." It meant more than he could possibly articulate, though the thought that he might be denied more stung deeply. "So if you tell me to my face that the wolf made you do something you didn't want to, I'll drop it. But for better or worse we're both on the same side of the mirror now...and I'm starting to feel that's not how it works."
Because Kevin had made it clear back at the station that he considered the wolf to be a facet of himself, if not himself directly. Not some other creature with thoughts and wants of its own but a part of him that, in some fashion, shared his own thoughts and wants with him. There was a lot about this that Javier had no idea how to handle; he was only a day in and the ways he felt himself changing already scared him to death. Still, if accepting the wolf as a part of him might mean he and Kevin could finally be okay it was a sacrifice Javier found he was more than ready to make.
"I didn't want to," Kevinsaid, the answer bursting forth full of anger, and frustration, and a desperate edge. A cold, heavy feeling settled in Javier's stomach. "There were a million reasons I didn't want to. Our partnership, the police force, Jenny―and oh yeah, that whole crazy werewolf thing. And even without the rest of that I didn't want to screw us up, Javi. Because I knew, okay? Even before all this weirdness I guessed you maybe had feelings for me. And even if I hadn't known then, after I'd...changed...it would have been next to impossible not to figure it out."
Kevin's hesitation cost him some of his momentum toward the end. He raked fingers through his hair and took a measured breath before he met Javier's gaze.
"And they were all good reasons. But that night I was just so pissed and...scared. And it just cut through all of that like it didn't matter and I wanted..." He hesitated, frustration visible in his eyes that whatever words he had were apparently inadequate to what he needed, his voice thick with the weight of what he couldn't say with them. "I just wanted. Wanted you."
Something in that unnamed want broke his voice utterly, or not just his voice―him.
"I was afraid I'd lose you like I lost Jenny," Kevin confessed, his voice grown quiet as his eyes strayed away. He stared at nothing for a few seconds before his gaze shot back to Javier's face with a blink, his voice tight and almost lifeless. "You shouldn't have forgiven me, Javi, because I did mean to. Part of me wanted to keep you. To mark you. To make you mine―and that part won't even let me feel sorry for it. I swear I didn't know when it happened that it would drag you into this, but how can that matter when I've ruined your life and there's nothing I can do to fix it?"
Javier stopped him with a firm grip on his shoulder, half to stop him from blaming himself and half because of the visceral effect hearing that word―mine―from Kevin's lips had on him. He felt, in a distant, dying sort of way that it should have disturbed him or made him angry, as if he were something Kevin could own. But somehow, belonging to him felt a little like it did joining the military, or the NYPD. It made him feel part of something, bigger, more in every way. More complete.
The feeling was terrifyingly intimate and, to the thing he was becoming, impossibly vital. Safe. Home.
"But you wanted," Javier struggled to clarify once he found words again. "You wanted."
"I― Yeah."
Javier put a hand on the side of Kevin's neck, sliding his palm up to support his partner's jaw.
"Then it's not ruined," he said simply, as softly as he could with the confused mess of near-alien feelings whirling in his head. "Weird as shit in ways I can't even handle yet, but not ruined."
And finally, finally, Javier saw that lost, broken look ease out of his partner's eyes. He brought their mouths together, gently at first, restrained because he felt Kevin needed it. Waiting, waiting. Then his knee brushed the inside of Kevin's leg, and the dam of tension between them burst. Kevin bit into the kiss like he was starving, and Javier felt that last sliver of ice in his stomach melt away. He wasn't sure if it was the harsh new intensity of his senses, but the kiss felt indescribably more real, more solid than the first; a near-physical agony when he pulled away with a gasp.
"Bedroom." The command barely made it out, the part of him that still thought in words rapidly losing ground to the parts that wanted to touch and taste, but if they were going to do this he didn't want it spoiled by any new information he might gain about that freaking couch.
That self control barely got him through the door.
Kevin's hands were all hard, bruising fingertips as they slid up beneath Javier's shirt to explore his back, and his stomach shuddered almost imperceptibly as those same fingers passed lightly over his ribs. Javier's hands tangled desperately in the fabric of Kevin's t-shirt, not wanting to interrupt―anything but that―but impatient for a taste of what lie beneath. He needed to learn every inch of skin in the new ways opened up to him, search through the strong smell of soap and find his partner hiding underneath. The thought flickered through a very stupid part of his brain that tearing the shirt open would be a step too far, and with a resigned grunt he pulled the shirt up and over Kevin's head in a single smooth motion.
Kevin's response was a husky rumble in his throat, just shy of inhuman, before those exploring fingers dropped down to clutch Javier's hips brutally in retaliation. Caught up in his own discoveries, Javier gave a soft, pained hiss, teeth dragging across the flesh of Kevin's throat. Kevin's forehead rested against his shoulder almost gently, rolling with a soft tilt. Javier read a full, complex question in that gesture, and in answer he sat down on the edge of the bed to unbutton Kevin's jeans. Dragging them down he leaned in to drink in the scent, laying a quick nip to the inside of Kevin's thigh.
The feral edge to all of his thoughts and sensations was still terrifying, but Javier reminded himself that it was him. That there was only him, and he would never hurt Kevin. So he let go...surrendering himself to flesh and teeth and Kevin's hands, warm and strong and perfect.
Afterward they lie entangled and silent. Tired, neither of them felt like sleeping, but neither felt the need to speak. Yet while any other silence might have isolated them, leaving them alone with their thoughts, there was an awareness that stretched between them. The fear of their uncertain future was only just beginning to wind its tightness back into Javier's muscles when Kevin's forehead was pressed against his. Warm flesh to warm flesh, it imparted regret, and the understanding of Javier's fears, but also gratefulness for him, and the reminder that he wasn't alone.
Javier understood that last already.
He was resigned to the fact that the force which had taken over their lives was not something that could be faced and fought or defeated. All that could be done was to make peace with it, and that was still a very long way off. Yet he and Kevin would survive this. They had each other. And he felt―with a certainty and contentment he shied away from dissecting―that it would be alright. As long as he had Kevin, as long as Kate and the captain and Castle had their backs, things would be okay. It was linked with what he'd felt earlier, that sense of bigger, and belonging, and home... The emotion was strong and unique, and he could pretend he didn't have a name for it, at least until morning.
And he might have easily drifted off, wrapped in that warm security if not for the shrill chirp of his phone. Half asleep, mind miles and eons away from human thought, it took him a second to recognize the sound and retrieve it from his clothes on the floor. It was a text from Castle.
wait howd u get bit anyway?
Javier choked back a groan and let the bastard device fall to the carpet. Shit.
Epilogue
Author's Note: This is how you write porn without using any words they wouldn't teach you to say in Spanish on Sesame Street. Because now there's porn, apparently. Werewolf porn. Seriously, brain, what the fuck? One more (basically pornless) chapter after this.
Fandom: Castle
Rating: R
Genre: Horror, Romance, Angst
Characters/Pairing: Esposito/Ryan, Castle, Beckett, Montgomery.
Warnings: Slash, adult content, genre!crack (mild horror), themes touching on mental illness and consent issues, work in progress, unbetad.
Word Count: 2,380
Summary: "Ah, Kev, I expect this crap from Castle, like when he got bit by our 'vampire'," Esposito favored him with full air quotes, "Or when he was convinced he got cursed by a mummy, but c'mon, you're smarter than that."
Details: Written for this prompt on
castlekink.Chapter One/Chapter Two/Chapter Three/Chapter Four/Chapter Five/Epilogue
The sky was growing dark again by the time Javier turned up at Kevin's door.
Part of it was cowardice, he could admit that. Another, significant, part had been the bone-deep tiredness which had knocked him out for most of the day. Mostly, it was the simple fact that traveling through the city had been an utter nightmare. From Kevin's account the effects of his affliction had crept up on him slowly. It seemed as though the timing hadn't given Javier that luxury, and the city he'd lived in all his life had been suddenly transformed into a hostile and alien planet. The sounds and smells of traffic―automotive, human, or otherwise―had driven him well past distraction. He felt lucky to have made it home at all...he hadn't been that much of a menace on the road since he got his license at seventeen. Once he'd entered his apartment the feeling of safesafesafehome was so strong he'd contemplated locking the door behind him and never opening it again. In fact, only the knowledge that his partner had managed to function like this for nearly two months kept him from doing just that.
Thus, by the time he managed to suck it up and call a cab, most of the day had fled. At least the ride had left him free to contemplate just what he was supposed to say when he got there.
The door opened before he even had a chance to knock. There was a concerned frown etched onto Kevin's forehead as his eyes, and whatever other senses, assessed Javier quickly. Whatever his partner took in from that short appraisal he tilted his head subtly, a gesture that Javier didn't realize he'd read as invitation until he was already acting on it. Kevin's hair was dry, but Javier knew he'd showered recently―from the fresh soap scent, but also because he'd done the same, desperate to scrub away the sour stress-fear-piss smell of the cage they'd woken up to. Looking around the apartment there was no visible sign that, for a few hours, this had been a cage as well. It crossed his mind to wonder whether Ryan had needed to clean up after the wolf's fruitless searching, or if he'd been able to spend the day passed out as well.
He wondered. He wouldn't ask.
Kevin waved at the couch and Javier sat; his partner's house, his rules. Though he hadn't visited Kevin's apartment in almost a month, Javier noted faint traces of his own scent still present on the couch. Just as faded was the ghost of a whisper of―
Jenny, Javier realized, the thought striking a territorial rumble of feeling in the back of his mind that he wasn't entirely willing to push away. He stood quickly and tried not to pace as he grasped for the words he'd strung together so painstakingly on the cab ride over.
"So..." Javier said, spreading his arms helplessly, "You fucked me, marked me, and turned me. Does that make us werewolf-married?"
It was, no-contest, the most ridiculous sentence Javier had ever spoken in his entire life. He felt like an idiot, but there was a reason. He had to take the fear out of the situation he and Kevin had found themselves in. He had to make this thing safe. If he couldn't manage that, Javier knew Kevin would hate himself forever for what he'd done to him. Javier didn't bother to pretend he didn't know where the idea had come from―and with his earlier fears over Kevin's mental health and his own perceived transgression nearly forgotten, it was so irresistibly simple to let imitating Castle become the new low-point of his life. Of course, the problem with imitation was that, particularly in this instance, it often came rather unexpected. For a few moments Kevin just gaped at him, and Javier could see the outrage brewing beneath the surface of his confusion, waiting for release.
"How can you joke about this? Our lives have turned into some kind of bad horror movie―"
"It did that when Jenny bought you that tie."
And Javier had no idea where that had come from exactly, but he'd take it since his brain didn't seem to up to supplying anything sane right now. It also made Kevin angry, which was good, oddly enough. Javier had been expecting―almost wanting―that anger to pass his way for the past few days. Even if Javier no longer felt he deserved it for the same reasons, if Kevin was mad it would be that much harder for him to feel guilty. Case in point: the deadly serious glare his partner was leveling on him at just that moment.
"That's not funny."
"Damned right it's not funny, Kev, but it still happened," he dropped his voice, gesturing between the two of them. Vaguely, but he thought his meaning was plain. "This is still happening."
"Werewolves, Javier," Kevin said, enunciating the word as if Javier were slow and had somehow managed to miss that part. "Freaking werewolves. And you're still tripping on the we-slept-together thing?"
"I haven't even begun to get my head around the werewolf thing," Javier admitted, and wasn't that just the fucking truth. "This I can try to deal with. And I'm not tripping on it. I'm tripping on you tripping on it."
He took a breath, stepping away and finally allowing his restlessness to work itself out physically. Only a few aimless steps loosened the tension enough that he could face Kevin again, come close enough to look him in the eye.
"Look, Kev. You're my partner and my friend. And that means more to me than..." It meant more than he could possibly articulate, though the thought that he might be denied more stung deeply. "So if you tell me to my face that the wolf made you do something you didn't want to, I'll drop it. But for better or worse we're both on the same side of the mirror now...and I'm starting to feel that's not how it works."
Because Kevin had made it clear back at the station that he considered the wolf to be a facet of himself, if not himself directly. Not some other creature with thoughts and wants of its own but a part of him that, in some fashion, shared his own thoughts and wants with him. There was a lot about this that Javier had no idea how to handle; he was only a day in and the ways he felt himself changing already scared him to death. Still, if accepting the wolf as a part of him might mean he and Kevin could finally be okay it was a sacrifice Javier found he was more than ready to make.
"I didn't want to," Kevinsaid, the answer bursting forth full of anger, and frustration, and a desperate edge. A cold, heavy feeling settled in Javier's stomach. "There were a million reasons I didn't want to. Our partnership, the police force, Jenny―and oh yeah, that whole crazy werewolf thing. And even without the rest of that I didn't want to screw us up, Javi. Because I knew, okay? Even before all this weirdness I guessed you maybe had feelings for me. And even if I hadn't known then, after I'd...changed...it would have been next to impossible not to figure it out."
Kevin's hesitation cost him some of his momentum toward the end. He raked fingers through his hair and took a measured breath before he met Javier's gaze.
"And they were all good reasons. But that night I was just so pissed and...scared. And it just cut through all of that like it didn't matter and I wanted..." He hesitated, frustration visible in his eyes that whatever words he had were apparently inadequate to what he needed, his voice thick with the weight of what he couldn't say with them. "I just wanted. Wanted you."
Something in that unnamed want broke his voice utterly, or not just his voice―him.
"I was afraid I'd lose you like I lost Jenny," Kevin confessed, his voice grown quiet as his eyes strayed away. He stared at nothing for a few seconds before his gaze shot back to Javier's face with a blink, his voice tight and almost lifeless. "You shouldn't have forgiven me, Javi, because I did mean to. Part of me wanted to keep you. To mark you. To make you mine―and that part won't even let me feel sorry for it. I swear I didn't know when it happened that it would drag you into this, but how can that matter when I've ruined your life and there's nothing I can do to fix it?"
Javier stopped him with a firm grip on his shoulder, half to stop him from blaming himself and half because of the visceral effect hearing that word―mine―from Kevin's lips had on him. He felt, in a distant, dying sort of way that it should have disturbed him or made him angry, as if he were something Kevin could own. But somehow, belonging to him felt a little like it did joining the military, or the NYPD. It made him feel part of something, bigger, more in every way. More complete.
The feeling was terrifyingly intimate and, to the thing he was becoming, impossibly vital. Safe. Home.
"But you wanted," Javier struggled to clarify once he found words again. "You wanted."
"I― Yeah."
Javier put a hand on the side of Kevin's neck, sliding his palm up to support his partner's jaw.
"Then it's not ruined," he said simply, as softly as he could with the confused mess of near-alien feelings whirling in his head. "Weird as shit in ways I can't even handle yet, but not ruined."
And finally, finally, Javier saw that lost, broken look ease out of his partner's eyes. He brought their mouths together, gently at first, restrained because he felt Kevin needed it. Waiting, waiting. Then his knee brushed the inside of Kevin's leg, and the dam of tension between them burst. Kevin bit into the kiss like he was starving, and Javier felt that last sliver of ice in his stomach melt away. He wasn't sure if it was the harsh new intensity of his senses, but the kiss felt indescribably more real, more solid than the first; a near-physical agony when he pulled away with a gasp.
"Bedroom." The command barely made it out, the part of him that still thought in words rapidly losing ground to the parts that wanted to touch and taste, but if they were going to do this he didn't want it spoiled by any new information he might gain about that freaking couch.
That self control barely got him through the door.
Kevin's hands were all hard, bruising fingertips as they slid up beneath Javier's shirt to explore his back, and his stomach shuddered almost imperceptibly as those same fingers passed lightly over his ribs. Javier's hands tangled desperately in the fabric of Kevin's t-shirt, not wanting to interrupt―anything but that―but impatient for a taste of what lie beneath. He needed to learn every inch of skin in the new ways opened up to him, search through the strong smell of soap and find his partner hiding underneath. The thought flickered through a very stupid part of his brain that tearing the shirt open would be a step too far, and with a resigned grunt he pulled the shirt up and over Kevin's head in a single smooth motion.
Kevin's response was a husky rumble in his throat, just shy of inhuman, before those exploring fingers dropped down to clutch Javier's hips brutally in retaliation. Caught up in his own discoveries, Javier gave a soft, pained hiss, teeth dragging across the flesh of Kevin's throat. Kevin's forehead rested against his shoulder almost gently, rolling with a soft tilt. Javier read a full, complex question in that gesture, and in answer he sat down on the edge of the bed to unbutton Kevin's jeans. Dragging them down he leaned in to drink in the scent, laying a quick nip to the inside of Kevin's thigh.
The feral edge to all of his thoughts and sensations was still terrifying, but Javier reminded himself that it was him. That there was only him, and he would never hurt Kevin. So he let go...surrendering himself to flesh and teeth and Kevin's hands, warm and strong and perfect.
Afterward they lie entangled and silent. Tired, neither of them felt like sleeping, but neither felt the need to speak. Yet while any other silence might have isolated them, leaving them alone with their thoughts, there was an awareness that stretched between them. The fear of their uncertain future was only just beginning to wind its tightness back into Javier's muscles when Kevin's forehead was pressed against his. Warm flesh to warm flesh, it imparted regret, and the understanding of Javier's fears, but also gratefulness for him, and the reminder that he wasn't alone.
Javier understood that last already.
He was resigned to the fact that the force which had taken over their lives was not something that could be faced and fought or defeated. All that could be done was to make peace with it, and that was still a very long way off. Yet he and Kevin would survive this. They had each other. And he felt―with a certainty and contentment he shied away from dissecting―that it would be alright. As long as he had Kevin, as long as Kate and the captain and Castle had their backs, things would be okay. It was linked with what he'd felt earlier, that sense of bigger, and belonging, and home... The emotion was strong and unique, and he could pretend he didn't have a name for it, at least until morning.
And he might have easily drifted off, wrapped in that warm security if not for the shrill chirp of his phone. Half asleep, mind miles and eons away from human thought, it took him a second to recognize the sound and retrieve it from his clothes on the floor. It was a text from Castle.
wait howd u get bit anyway?
Javier choked back a groan and let the bastard device fall to the carpet. Shit.
Epilogue
Author's Note: This is how you write porn without using any words they wouldn't teach you to say in Spanish on Sesame Street. Because now there's porn, apparently. Werewolf porn. Seriously, brain, what the fuck? One more (basically pornless) chapter after this.
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Date: Tuesday, 9 August 2011 10:39 pm (UTC)From:And I love how Javier has no idea what to do so he just decides to see if being an ass works and finally getting that they're still them and everything's going to be okay, and the wolf part of his mind associating Kevin with safe and home, and have I mentioned that I love this fic? Because I really really do.
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Date: Wednesday, 10 August 2011 12:43 am (UTC)From:So glad you enjoyed it.
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Date: Wednesday, 10 August 2011 03:27 am (UTC)From:I'm gonna be so sad when this fic is over.
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Date: Wednesday, 10 August 2011 04:50 am (UTC)From:I do have some sequels planned in this universe. I've just promised myself I'd get some work done on my crossover series before delving into those.
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Date: Wednesday, 10 August 2011 08:28 pm (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: Tuesday, 13 September 2011 07:37 am (UTC)From:And one last thing before I move onto the epilogue (I'm going to be so sad that it's over!):
Oh, Castle... *shakes head fondly*
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Date: Monday, 6 February 2012 07:00 pm (UTC)From:Oh, boy.... I wish all my fights and scary adventures ended like that.
Mouahahah... Castle. I kind of love him. Even though Javier probably doesn't right now.
It occured to me while reading the chapter (I actually typed 'watching the episode') that Beckett now probably has a manslaughter-while-on-duty charge or report on her file. You know, since she killed a werewolf that died and turned into a man. Who was likely treated as a murder victim and autopsied. Sucks for her.
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Date: Monday, 6 February 2012 10:29 pm (UTC)From:Dude, canine sense of smell? Roadkill furniture? Awkward combination.
Beckett has a whatever you call it when you go looking for a murder suspect and said murder suspect winds up shot during an assault on an officer, and the suspect's tox screen comes up positive for PCP. Apart from being a werewolf, dude had problems.
(Yeah, I know, I kind of glance over the wolf that bit Ryan. Javier mentions he was a homeless dusthead, but not much else. I might have to go back and explore this at some point maybe. Dunno...)