797. Chapter 797

After Overkill

Episode 2.23

By

UCSBdad

Disclaimer: If I owned Castle, I'd kill off Schlemming. Rating: K Time: See above.

Richard Castle had been writing in a creative haze for the entire weekend, and now, on Sunday evening, he was finally done. He had not added a single page to the chapters of Naked Heat that he had previously written, but that hadn't been his intention. He looked at the completed pages he'd printed out and smiled. I may not have added any chapters to the story line, but this is a more believable and better story now. The first draft was entirely too mushy, too romantic. Nikki likes Rook, that's for sure, but the idea of them falling in love in the second book was wrong. Nikki is a strong, determined and dedicated woman. She might fall into bed with Rook, but she wouldn't completely lose her heart to the man. Not all at once. She still has issues to deal with. She's somewhat like another woman I could mention. Castle checked the time on his laptop. Two whole days of writing and no calls for a body drop from Beckett. No murders in the 12th over a busy weekend? That's odd. He laughed bitterly to himself. More likely she called Demming to help her with the murders. Why have Castle around to get in her way and bother her?

Castle realized that except for a couple of brief naps, he had been awake for nearly the whole weekend and now that the adrenaline was starting to drain off, he realized he was very, very tired. He made it to his bed and kicked off his shoes before collapsing on the bed and falling asleep. While asleep, he dreamed. Or, more likely one could call them nightmares.

Kate Beckett was sitting at her desk when Detective Tom Demming brought her a cup of coffee. "Here, you go, Kate."

She looked up at him and smiled shyly. "Thank you, Tom. That's so kind of you. And you have coffee from a new place?"

Demming nodded. "It's really amazing. You just have to taste it."

"Is it a grande skim latte with two pumps of sugar free vanilla?"

"No, it's even better. Try it."

Beckett took a sip and then took a long drink of the coffee. "Why this is wonderful. It tastes like a monkey peed in battery acid."

"I knew you'd like it."

"Oh, Tom, that reminds me. We really have to get rid of that awful espresso machine that that writer bought for the homicide squad. I'm sure everyone will want coffee from the place you found. What's the name of it?"

"The E Coli and Diarrhea Express. It's located just down the street in that abandoned chemical plant that the EPA declared to be a major Super Fund cleanup site."

"Oh, that sounds so romantic. Please take me there sometime."

"Any time."

"And another thing. I can't have you sitting in that old chair by my desk all the time."

"Do you want me to move my desk up to homicide?"

"No." Beckett stood up. "Now sit in my chair." Demming sat in her chair. Then Kate sat on his lap. "Isn't that better?" She asked, giggling.

"Much better."

"You know when he sat in the chair, that writer was always trying to look down my blouse. It was really annoying."

"Um, Kate, I can look down your blouse as well."

She giggled. "That's why I'm not wearing a bra, silly. Look all you want."

Demming stared. "I've been thinking about the Johannsen case. I think it was a mob hit of spy."

"Tom! That's a brilliant idea. We should go interrogate our main suspect, Mr. Swenson, right now."

The two walked arm in arm to the interrogation room, taking only ten minutes to stop and smooch. Once inside, Demming took the lead.

"Mr. Swenson, I suspect that the murder you committed was a mob hit of a spy."

Under this relentless grilling, Swenson cracked. "It's true. I'm a hit man for the brutal Green Bay Porkers. We've been smuggling low quality bratwursts in from Mexico when the CIA got onto us. They figured out we were laundering money for the Islamic State in exchange for the pork they couldn't use. I confess, Detective Demming. I confess."

While Swenson wrote his detailed confession, Beckett and Demming made out. When they were done, the people watching through the one way glass gave them a standing ovation. Roy Montgomery actually broke down in tears he was so happy for Beckett.

"I think we should try to solve our second murder case." Demming said.

"I'm so glad you're with me, Tom. I have no idea how to handle that one."

Demming smiled at her. "I'm pretty sure that the key to this is that our murder suspect is a zombie?"

"Tom, that's amazing. I never would have thought of that. You're so brilliant. Having you on my team is so much better than having that writer fellow."

"Let's go interrogate our suspect."

When they walked in, their suspect, Mr. Meyers, was trying to reattach one of his fingers that kept falling off.

"Mr. Myers, have you bathed recently?" Kate asked. "Your aroma is….rank."

Meyers just grunted at her, causing his ear to fall off.

Demming glared at their suspect. "You realize that you're facing the death penalty, Mr. Meyers?"

Meyers laughed. "The joke's on you, pig. I'm already dead. They can't execute me for killing those eighteen people and eating their brains."

Demming smiled. "The jokes on you. You just confessed and you'll spend the rest of your life, or whatever it is you have, in prison. I don't think you'll find much in the way of tasty brains in Attica."

Meyers howled in dismay, and was led off.

"Tom, that was magnificent." Kate began to cry she was so happy.

Demming's phone rang. He answered it. "Haven't I told you never to call me at work?"

There was a pause. "So you fell down and broke your hip. Can't you crawl to your wheelchair and get to the ER on your own? Do I have to do everything for you?"

There was another pause. "Well, if he's turned blue and is gasping for air, he's having trouble breathing. Can't you figure even the simplest things out?"

Pause. "Okay, Mom. I'll see you later if I have the time. Next spring, I'm thinking."

"You have such a great relationship with your family, Tom. You show them real tough love. Not like some wimpy writer I could mention."

"They have to remember that I have my own life to live. Just because they each donated a kidney to me, they think they own me."

"If you ever need a kidney, Tom, I'd be thrilled to give you both of mine."

Demming nodded. "I know a guy who's buying, so I might take you up on that."

"You're such a gentleman, Tom. Not like that writer. He was always making crude sexual remarks to me."

Demming grinned and leaned over and whispered in her ear. Kate laughed. "What a wonderful idea, Tom. If you can get the rest, I know where I can hire a mariachi band, and get two hundred gallons of whipped cream and I'm sure that zoo will let me borrow some llamas. I just can't wait."

As they exited the interrogation room, they could Ryan, Esposito, Lanie and Captain Montgomery waiting for them.

"Tom, will you please get me pregnant? I'd be so honored to have a child by you." Lanie cried.

Demming looked her over. "I'll put you on my list and let you know how much the stud fee will be, okay?"

Lanie broke down in tears. "Oh, thank you. Thank you."

"Bro, I realize I'm just ex-Special Forces, nothing like you, but I'd really like to be your sidekick."

Demming smiled. "I'll pencil you in to kick your side next Thursday, and we'll see how that works."

"Thanks, bro. And I'm buying tonight at Remy's."

"Of course you are. Do you think I'd buy, moron?"

Ryan spoke. "You've made me realize how inadequate I am as a cop. I've decided to resign from the force and join a Trappist monastery. You know, the vow of silence."

"Sure, get lost, loser." Demming said.

Kate sighed, realizing how lucky she was to have Tom.

"Tom, I'll be retiring soon and I want you to know now that you'll be my replacement as the captain of the 12th."

"Yeah, it's about time someone started to clear out the deadwood around here."

"I just love being your sex toy, Tom." Kate said, sobbing with joy.

Castle woke up and looked at his bedside clock. "Time to get up and get ready to start a new life."