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Does Not Compute

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This story is No. 3 in the series "Effect Trumps Truth". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: She'd finally found someone who irritated her more than Castle...

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Television > CastleWhimsicalityFR151930194,51029 Mar 1029 Mar 10Yes
A/N: So this one's a little less lighthearted, and is also the last one for tonight, but I will be back soon with another that should bring back the funny. And thanks for all the reviews! It has totally made my night to see so many so fast, totally makes the muse driven insomnia worth it. As per usual I do not own Castle or Buffy or any of the characters used below and I hope you all enjoy!






Faith was leaning against a wall, chatting about something with Esposito, while the blond squatted next to the body, careful to keep from touching it as she examined the hole in his lower abdomen with a disturbingly experienced gaze.

“Laney?” Beckett asked, still not completely comfortable with the fact that the two women had managed to produce documentation allowing them to assist with any case they so chose. Especially since the documentation hadn’t said why they were allowed to do so, or who they really were. Were they both spooks like that one strange man Castle had introduced her too? That didn’t seem to fit, but neither did any of the other explanations she’d come up with in the past six hours.

“The wound is clean and very precise; the gall bladder was removed with a minimum of damage to the other organs. Whoever did this knew what they were doing.” Her friend stated, looking up at Beckett from the other side of the corpse. “Though why anyone would want a gall bladder is beyond me.” She added dryly.

“It’s too small to store something, not really worth anything on the black organ market.” Castle stated, his tone speculative, and Beckett couldn’t hide a faint smile as his voice took on the tone that meant he was trying to concoct a particularly lurid explanation.

The blond stood up in one graceful move that frankly, made Kate a little envious. “I can think of a few reasons, none of them good.” She stated firmly, eyes brushing past her and Castle before settling on her partner, who straightened and walked towards her.

“Are we talking Willow-wannabe’s, or something more our territory?” Faith asked Buffy, the reference mystifying Beckett and clearly piquing Castle’s interest.

“I’m thinking column B.” The blond replied with a frown, pulling a cell phone out of a pocket that Beckett hadn’t realized such tight pants could hold. “I sent the list to Dawn last night; hopefully she’ll have a name for us.”

“Who are you sending case details to?” Beckett asked sharply, her need to know what the hell they were talking about, temporarily overwhelmed by her frustration with the mystery surrounding them.

“Someone else with the same documentation we have.” Buffy replied calmly as she held down one of the keys on the phone and pressed it to her ear. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to see what she found out.” Then she walked out of the room and into the hall, leaving Beckett grinding her teeth as the brunette smirked at her from beneath lowered eyelids.

Ignoring her Beckett turned to her people. “Come on people, let’s get the evidence back to the station and get to work. Did you see any prints or fibers on the body Laney?”

The coroner shook her head, “No but there were a few traces of a liquid I need to test back at the lab. I’ll let you know once I have something concrete.”

Beckett nodded and turned to stare at Castle, her words coming out more sarcastic than she intended, “Any theories?”

“Nothing you’d believe.” He replied with a grin, a hint of a shadow in his eyes that she hadn’t seen very often, and that worried her quite a bit more than she liked, since only part of her worry was for the case, and the rest was for the man that aggravated and challenged her by turns.

Two men came into the room to help Laney load up the body and Buffy followed, her perfect white teeth worrying her bottom lip as she tapped her cell phone against her hip. “Let’s go Faith.”

“What did you find out?” Beckett asked, taking a step forward and ignoring the way the brunette curved herself into the blond’s back as she felt a surge of hope that maybe the next call she got wouldn’t be because they’d found a fifth body.

The blond studied her for a moment before shaking her head, “Nothing for this case yet, but we have another situation to handle. We’ll meet you back at the station when we’re done.”

The woman was lying, there were no obvious signs, the blond was certainly better at it than Castle, but Beckett knew that she wasn’t telling the truth. Knew that whatever this Dawn person had told her, was about this case, and that for whatever reason Buffy didn’t want the cops interfering. That pissed her off, a lot.

“Catch you later Ricky.” Faith drawled as she followed Buffy out of the room, pausing in the doorway long enough to pierce Beckett with a glare just as intimidating as the one the blond had given her at the station. “And don’t even think of sending someone to follow us.”

Then they were gone and Kate was left grinding her teeth, again. It seemed she had finally found someone, or some ones, who irritated her more than Castle. Spinning she fixed the man in question with her own glare. “I want answers Castle.”

“I know.” He said, voice unusually soft as he gave her a smile decidedly lacking in flirtatiousness. “But I wasn’t kidding when I said you wouldn’t believe me.”

“Try me.” She stated firmly, no longer willing to stay in the dark, not when there were people being murdered on her watch.

“Well, to start with, I’m pretty sure that they just left to kill a demon, or possibly demons.” He stated with a half-smile, though the lack of twinkle in his blue eyes convinced her that he believed what he was saying.

“What?”

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