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This story is No. 4 in the series "Effect Trumps Truth". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: It was all Castle's fault, her life had never been this weird before he invaded it...

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Television > CastleWhimsicalityFR1511,001163,62829 Mar 1029 Mar 10Yes
A/N: So someone mentioned Caleb and since I kind of *cough* forgot *cough*about him, for now we’re going to pretend they don’t look alike. That may change but for now that’s my little AU moment. And as for Castle telling Beckett the truth, I wasn’t originally planning on it, was going to leave her in the dark for however long these ficlets last, but then Castle went and told her, and this scene kind of wrote itself, and well…yeah. Also, something to keep in mind, this is definitely a lighthearted little series so no one will be getting too angry or freaked out, and things may resolve themselves quicker than they would in a more serious fic. And thank you thank you thank you for all the reviews! I’m seriously in awe at the response to these ficlets and I so appreciate the feedback, it keeps that slave-driver muse happy! And, in case you didn't realize, I do not own Castle or Buffy or any of the characters used below, however much I might want to....

Esposito and Ryan were working all the angles they had at the station, and Laney still hadn’t gotten back to her about the strange liquid on the body, so Beckett didn’t protest too much when Castle directed her to his apartment and poured her a drink with something extra in it that she really shouldn’t have on duty.

“So you are delusional you know? All the fame going to your head?”

He sat down in an armchair across from her, cradling a glass that had decidedly more extra in it than her’s did, and tapped his finger against his lips in a thoughtful way. “Well the fame has most certainly gone to my head, and some might argue that I’m occasionally delusional, but in this particular instance I’m not crazy. And I am telling the truth.”

She took a long swallow of her drink and shot him a disbelieving look. She might have learned to trust Castle, and come to the grudging realization that he frequently had random, esoteric knowledge that came in handy on their cases. But this was too much.

Castle shrugged, grinning gently at her. “I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.”

She gave him her best ‘no shit’ look before snapping her head towards the door when a knock sounded. What was it now? A priest for an exorcism? Or were they not that kind of demons?


Castle shook his head as he stood and approached his front door, still not quite sure why he had told Beckett the truth, and hoping Buffy and Faith didn’t eviscerate him for it. Assuming Kate didn’t have him locked up for the sake of his sanity.

“Speak of the devil!” He stated with a grin that was only partially forced as he swung open the door to reveal the two women in question. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

“We called the station and they said you’d be here.” Buffy said, smiling cheerfully at him as they walked towards the living room. Then her eyes drifted over to Beckett, who was staring at them bemusedly, and her smile faded.

Tilting her head in his direction she arched an eyebrow, “I take it you told her?” He sighed and nodded and she huffed, before stating confidently, “And she didn’t believe you.”

“Can you blame her?” He asked, making a face.

She shook her head and chuckled, “No I can’t, so it’s a good thing Faith likes souvenirs.”

He stared at her quizzically, wondering what on earth that meant, and she gestured to the brunette, who proceeded to hold up a brown bag that was soaked with something yellow and viscous.

“Oooh what is it?” He asked excitedly, approaching the bag but not touching it, even though his hands twitched with the urge. “Is it a head? Oh please let it be a head.”

“Man after my own heart.” Faith stated with a grin as she pulled down the top of the bag to reveal a slimy yellow head, complete with blue cranial ridges and tusk-like teeth.

The sudden tinkle of broken glass reminded Castle that they weren’t alone and he tore his attention away from the head to see Beckett staring at them, one hand over her mouth and one on her gun, the glass shattered on the floor at her feet.

Buffy frowned at the gun before leaning against the kitchen counter, obviously doing her best to appear non-threatening. “Well Detective Beckett, looks like you get to find out who we are and what we do after all.”

Kate blinked, staring fiercely at the head for a long moment before sinking back into the couch and closing her eyes. “This is all your fault Castle. My life was never this weird before you started following me around.”

“But isn’t it more fun now?” He asked irrepressibly, watching with fascination as Faith dumped the head into his kitchen sink before walking around the counter and leaning into Buffy, wrapping her arm around the blond’s waist and nibbling on her neck.

“You know we haven’t taken care of the H and H’s yet.” The brunette said suggestively, and despite not knowing what she meant, Castle found himself dying to see them take care of those mysterious H’s.

“Later.” Buffy promised, giving Faith a lingering kiss before pulling away and plopping down in the plush chair Castle had vacated. Faith pouted but seated herself on an arm of the chair, winding an arm around the other woman’s shoulders and leaving Castle to sit on the couch next to Beckett.

Kate finally opened her eyes again, shooting him a look that he couldn’t quite read, before settling her gaze on the two women across from them. “I don’t want to know everything, but I need to know enough to understand this case.”

Buffy nodded, pink mouth curving into a smile, “Well it starts like this; the world is older than we know.”

Faith snorted, “You really gonna start there B?”

The blond rolled her eyes and put a finger to the other girl’s lips, then snatched it away when Faith’s tongue snaked out to lick it.

Castle choked, his fascination with their story replaced by another kind of fascination entirely, and Beckett smacked his arm, gently. “Stop drooling. I’m not sure I want to hear this, but I need to, so hush.”

He pouted at her and Buffy giggled, “It’s like us before that night in the club.”

“The whole ‘unspoken tension’ thing you two have going on, “ Faith said dryly, “Is much more fun once you’re actually gettin’ some.”

It was Beckett’s turn to choke and she flushed slightly, making the other two women grin and Castle’s lips twitch suspiciously though his eyes were curiously intent. “Can we get back to the case now and talk about our lack of tension later?” She demanded exasperatedly.

“Not just a river in Egypt.” The blond sing-songed, then giggled again at the detective’s glare. “Okay then, so the world is older than we know…”

The End

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