The man they call CASTLE

Richard looked at the girl standing there in silluette. The lamppost light down the street that night showing her in complete profile. Her slim but attractive form….intoxicating. He’d been allowed to accompany the woman on certain appointments although she didn’t seem to care for it much.

She also didn’t seem to care for his ability to focus on clues that she, herself had missed from time to time. That was annoying. Also having to admit to herself that the guy made a pretty good detective…….along with being extremely good looking made the woman a bit uncomfortable.

“Get a hold of yourself.” She thought. “ He’s just a fellow that you’re gonna have to deal with until he’s gone!” She looked at him hardly able to take her eyes off of his ruggedly handsome features.

How many men had she been extremely attracted to like this guy? Not many. She could count those encounters on one hand. Actually three fingerers would be a more accurate estimate. The woman got back to the job at hand. A murder!

“Ted Ryan!” The guy said looking down at the ground where days before a body had been discovered, “ What do we know about the man?” He looked over at the woman.

“Well, we know that he was a good family man. A good husband and a good father.” Came her answer.

“ Doesn’t that apply to ninety five percent of the murdered men in this town?” He said with a smile.

She almost melted. “Jezz! What’s a witty answer to his last funny statement!” she thought.

“ Yeah,” She said, “ But most of those are still alive!”

He looked at her and grinned.

“ Well, either daddy’s been a bad boy or an idiot for showing his face in this part of town.” Richard finished.

The woman concurred. He did seem to make his statements obvious and to the point.

The man followed his counter-part into the dark alley that dissected the street of Merington.

Winchester alley was a dark and foreboding place, but Richard’s attention was distracted by the figure walking head of him. The sway of her body made the fire in his soul burn like it hadn’t in a long time.

“ The trail leads this way. “ she said.

He caught up to her and with the feeling of “if he didn’t act soon he’d loose her” dominated his thoughts. He grabbed the girl by the wrist and held her against the alley wall.

“ Inara!!”

The name crept into his brain although he didn’t know why?”

“Nicky!! I’ve got to tell you how I feel!”

She was shocked!! YES, she felt this man was incredible, and YES her desires for him had been unmatched for eons. But that didn’t give him the right to accost her! She stood looking into his eyes. Those pools of deep blue that a woman could drown in.

“ Richard please!!” She paused, “ Mr. Cobb. What has this to do with the investigation?” Her arms pinned above her head against the wall.

“ Nothing!!” He answered as his lips moved in for a supple kiss between neck and jaw-line.

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“DAD!!?”

Richard Castle was jolted back to reality.

“What?”

His daughter had come into the room and broken his train of thought.

“ Working on your latest novel?” the cute redhead asked.

“ What is it sweetheart?”

“Sorry! Don’t let your daughter get in the way of true love!” The young redhead said.

“ My apologies!” Richard Castle the writher said to the pretty young girl.

“ Another installment of Nicky Heat?” She asked.

“Yes!” He answered. “ Been suffering from an extreme case of writers block. Just getting over it now……what is it pumpkin?”

Alexis Castle really didn’t like the nickname “ Pumpkin” but because it was her dad she put up with it because she loved him Richard Castle was just getting over an intense case of writers block after watching episodes of the si/fi western thriller Firefly created by Joss Whedon.

“ Are they going to aculeate the adoration of their flame desirer for one another this chapter?” Castle’s daughter asked.

“ No! Just adding some balsa wood to the fire this time.” Castle said. “ Been watching tv reruns and dvds to get ideas on what makes for good yet extreme romantic tension.” The writer said. “ Seems redheads are the fire that can get a man’s blood boiling but brunettes and blondes bring him home to stay a while.”

His daughter frowned.

“ So, to get the man of my dreams I’m going have to change my hair color?” Alexis asked of her father.

“Hardly sweetheart!” Richard Castle said, “ To get the man of your dreams you’re gonna have to get daddy’s permission!” He said with a smile.

A male chauvinist pig , her dad truly was. Alexis thought,……and who’s to say he wasn’t right? She still adored him.

The End