Glee/Castle | Red Herring: 4. Poppy Seeds | Glee, Castle (4 of 7)
Started my daily ficlets to make the hiatus pass, then decided to keep going with a 2nd cycle, and then a 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th, 11th , 12th, 13th, 14th, 15th, 16th, 17th, 18th, 19th, 20th, 21st, 22nd, 23rd, 24th, and 25th, 26th and 27th cycle. Now cycle 28!
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RED HERRING - A Glee/Castle Crossover - This week-long story is dedicated to a couple of BAMFs who shall remain nameless (for reasons to be made obvious later) until the day of the final chapter, next Wednesday, which so happens to be both their birthdays ;)
"RED HERRING: 4. POPPY SEEDS"
Wil, New Directions - Crossover with Castle
Beckett and Castle stood outside the room where the two halves of the club had been reunited and told to wait, watched them through the one-way mirror as they sat there. One of them was going to have to say it, and it ended up being Castle. “I realize after everything we’ve seen, working together, I might think differently, but… These kids look so… well, normal. And what was done to Marie Bennett…” She wasn’t saying anything, but he could tell it was bugging her, too. But the evidence, what they had of it so far, was pointing the finger at them, at one in particular, and as much as their instincts told them something wasn’t adding up, they had to look into it.
“We’ll still need to interrogate them all. Ryan and Esposito will be back soon. There’s thirteen kids, two adults, so Ryan and Esposito will each take five, we’ll get the other five. Someone needs to be present for all the kids’ interviews so we’ve got a couple of people from social services coming down.”
Once everyone who needed to be there had arrived, the list had been drawn up and split; everyone had their assignments. The three detectives and Castle went to meet with the group and Beckett addressed them.
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” she looked to her list. “Mercedes Jones, Quinn Fabray, Kurt Hummel, Finn Hudson, and Sam Evans, please follow Detective Esposito?” she asked, seeing the five kids look up when their names were called, absolutely confused. Their teacher, who had already been advised of social services being there to assist, looked to the five of them and told them everything would be alright. Slowly, they got up and followed the detective. Beckett turned back to her list. “Lauren Zizes, Will Schuester, Noah Puckerman, Brittany S. Pierce, and Santana Lopez, you’re with us, the rest of you will be with Detective Ryan,” she looked to Artie, Rachel, Mike, Tina, and Brad as the other five got up and followed her and Castle.
Once Ryan started his interrogations, it slowly became clear to him that as far as his share of the lot went, he wasn’t going to get very far. As far as alibis went, they were cleared soon enough. The Abrams kid couldn’t have subdued the girl or gotten her to where she’d ended up, not on his own. Miss Berry had gotten into an argument with one of the technicians about the lighting at the time of the murder, and at that same time, the other pair were caught by a security camera making out in one of the halls, while the piano man was having himself a quiet lunch in the hotel dining room. As far as information about the case, about their own interactions with the deceased, along with their teammates’ interactions with her, there really wasn’t much they didn’t know already. She was nice, she helped them… The one possible piece of information that could have potential came on the end of his interview with Mr. Abrams, who remembered something, just as Ryan was about to dismiss him.
“This morning she came into the suite to get us and she had her phone in her hands,” he started and, when Ryan asked him why that was important, he continued. “I can’t explain it, but there was this look on her face. She tried to hide it, but something had her distracted. I think it might have been a call or something,” he explained. Ryan could see on his face the same look he and the others would see on all these kids’ faces, one that showed how troubled this whole experience had made them. Marie Bennett may have been a stranger to them not forty-eight hours earlier, but in the time she had been in their lives, she had already managed to make an impression enough that her passing would affect them in such a way. And all he knew was that it would be something Marie’s family would deserve to know.
In Esposito’s interrogations, the mood and the results were much the same. Jones and Hummel were off exploring the hotel, and were seen repeatedly on cameras. The same went for Fabray and Hudson, who had taken their own turn at visiting the gift shop. And then Evans had been in the auditorium still, with his guitar. He had also been present for his teammate Rachel’s argument with the technician and had, according to him, stopped her from going diva bomb on him, which he had to assure Esposito was in no way as bad as he might have just made it sound. In the end, he at least got a couple more pieces of information out of them.
“A couple of the other girls didn’t like her, said she took someone’s job,” Mercedes Jones told him. “But she was cool about it. I mean it wasn’t her fault this other person had been fired, and she knew that. I think it still upset her though.” And then there was Miss Fabray.
“There was something going on, I could see it. She had a secret… I know a thing or two about secrets,” she had withdrawn for a moment. “Whatever it was, something was happening that had to do with it.”
And then there was just one more group. The teacher sat in on his students’ interrogations, so long as he didn’t interfere. It was fairly straightforward even then. Miss Zizes only had to produce her camera to lock both hers and Mr. Puckerman’s alibis, as they’d been going around, taking pictures… Or as he would later put it in his own interview, she had handed him her camera and made him take pictures of her as they went about the hotel, with a few exceptions where he was allowed to enter the frame. He was very forthcoming, laying out any and all information he had, all of them figuring it was simply who he was, unaware of a sudden fear that dishonesty could land him back in juvenile detention. Then Miss Lopez had her turn and, once Beckett had gotten her to focus on her instead of Castle, she didn’t have much more to add, only that she had been making a strategic mini bar raid at the time, and had gone to try and locate Miss Pierce when she had gotten word something was happening in the lobby. Then it was the teacher’s turn, and after establishing that he’d been in the suite, calling home to check on another teacher who hadn’t made the trip, he didn’t have so much to say. He hadn’t been in contact with the victim as much as the kids.
“Thank you, Mr. Schuester,” Beckett got up to shake his hand before opening the door and finding their last interviewee sitting there. Will got up and went to see her, expecting to lead her into the interrogation room. But then Beckett stopped him, signalling a woman to step forward. As she did, carrying a garment bag on her arm, Will saw she was one of the women from social services.
“I don’t understand, what’s…” he asked as Castle ushered Brittany into the room.
“I’m sorry, you’ll have to wait out here,” Beckett told him and he looked past her to the blonde now sitting in the chair where he’d been a moment ago, staring back at him, confused. She disappeared from his view when Beckett went in and shut the door.
“What’s going on?” he turned at the sound of a voice, and even before seeing her he knew it was Santana’s. He saw realization come over her as she saw him in the hall and not in the room with Brittany. “No. No way,” she shook her head, looking around until she found… “Hey!” she called to the other two detectives, the ones who’d interrogated the rest of the club, stomping over to them. “Look I don’t know what you think you’ve got, but let me tell you a thing or two on the girl you’ve got in there. There is not a mean bone in her body, and there’s no way she would ever do whatever you think she’s done,” Santana declared, trying very hard to keep her wits about her so she wouldn’t make things worse for any of them, least of all Brittany.
“Okay,” Esposito made the decision as he listened to her, leading her to their board. He pointed to the picture of the fabric, posted there. “You tell me why it is we have a piece of her back-up dress, and we’ll see what happens,” he turned back to her. If she was so convinced, then who were they not to entertain her claim. It would either give them more information, or it would open her eyes to something else, which would again assist them. But the moment she saw it, he saw her face change… she knew it.
“She got stuck in a door this morning. I helped her get out, but then we heard a rip. She didn’t want to tell anyone, so I just told her to change into her back-up and be real careful from now on.”
“Where was this?” Ryan asked as he moved to his computer.
“The hall on the 3rd floor… around the corner from the vending machines,” Santana told him, and he pulled up the security footage they’d been sent. As the images whizzed by, Santana came to stand at his shoulder, with Schuester and Esposito nearby. “There!” she pointed, and he stopped. “That’s us.” They watched, and it happened just as she’d said. She stood back, satisfied. “Now will you let her out?” she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Take a look at this,” Ryan suddenly told them, rewinding. They looked, and they saw what he saw… a hand, reaching for and retrieving the torn piece, a few moments later. Still no face, but now they knew something else… Someone was trying to pass off blame on to the club from McKinley High.
TO BE CONTINUED (TOMORROW)
* IN CONSTRUCTION! *
PREVIOUS DAYS
[Cycle 01] [Cycle 02] [Cycle 03] [Cycle 04] [Cycle 05]
[Cycle 06] [Cycle 07] [Cycle 08] [Cycle 09] [Cycle 10]
[Cycle 11] [Cycle 12] [Cycle 13] [Cycle 14] [Cycle 15]
[Cycle 16] [Cycle 17] [Cycle 18] [Cycle 19] [Cycle 20]
[Cycle 21] [Cycle 22] [Cycle 23] [Cycle 24] [Cycle 25]
[Cycle 26] [Cycle 27]
[Cycle 28]
[568] [569] [570]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "Red Herring: 4. Poppy Seeds"
Pairing: Glee, Castle
Rating: G
Summary: New Directions is in New York for Nationals, when a murder brings in Det. Beckett and Richard Castle themselves.
Spoilers: None really; current seasons on Glee and Castle
if you have things you would like to see get written, pleeease drop by the suggestion box. The link is further down!
RED HERRING - A Glee/Castle Crossover - This week-long story is dedicated to a couple of BAMFs who shall remain nameless (for reasons to be made obvious later) until the day of the final chapter, next Wednesday, which so happens to be both their birthdays ;)
"RED HERRING: 4. POPPY SEEDS"
Wil, New Directions - Crossover with Castle
Beckett and Castle stood outside the room where the two halves of the club had been reunited and told to wait, watched them through the one-way mirror as they sat there. One of them was going to have to say it, and it ended up being Castle. “I realize after everything we’ve seen, working together, I might think differently, but… These kids look so… well, normal. And what was done to Marie Bennett…” She wasn’t saying anything, but he could tell it was bugging her, too. But the evidence, what they had of it so far, was pointing the finger at them, at one in particular, and as much as their instincts told them something wasn’t adding up, they had to look into it.
“We’ll still need to interrogate them all. Ryan and Esposito will be back soon. There’s thirteen kids, two adults, so Ryan and Esposito will each take five, we’ll get the other five. Someone needs to be present for all the kids’ interviews so we’ve got a couple of people from social services coming down.”
Once everyone who needed to be there had arrived, the list had been drawn up and split; everyone had their assignments. The three detectives and Castle went to meet with the group and Beckett addressed them.
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” she looked to her list. “Mercedes Jones, Quinn Fabray, Kurt Hummel, Finn Hudson, and Sam Evans, please follow Detective Esposito?” she asked, seeing the five kids look up when their names were called, absolutely confused. Their teacher, who had already been advised of social services being there to assist, looked to the five of them and told them everything would be alright. Slowly, they got up and followed the detective. Beckett turned back to her list. “Lauren Zizes, Will Schuester, Noah Puckerman, Brittany S. Pierce, and Santana Lopez, you’re with us, the rest of you will be with Detective Ryan,” she looked to Artie, Rachel, Mike, Tina, and Brad as the other five got up and followed her and Castle.
Once Ryan started his interrogations, it slowly became clear to him that as far as his share of the lot went, he wasn’t going to get very far. As far as alibis went, they were cleared soon enough. The Abrams kid couldn’t have subdued the girl or gotten her to where she’d ended up, not on his own. Miss Berry had gotten into an argument with one of the technicians about the lighting at the time of the murder, and at that same time, the other pair were caught by a security camera making out in one of the halls, while the piano man was having himself a quiet lunch in the hotel dining room. As far as information about the case, about their own interactions with the deceased, along with their teammates’ interactions with her, there really wasn’t much they didn’t know already. She was nice, she helped them… The one possible piece of information that could have potential came on the end of his interview with Mr. Abrams, who remembered something, just as Ryan was about to dismiss him.
“This morning she came into the suite to get us and she had her phone in her hands,” he started and, when Ryan asked him why that was important, he continued. “I can’t explain it, but there was this look on her face. She tried to hide it, but something had her distracted. I think it might have been a call or something,” he explained. Ryan could see on his face the same look he and the others would see on all these kids’ faces, one that showed how troubled this whole experience had made them. Marie Bennett may have been a stranger to them not forty-eight hours earlier, but in the time she had been in their lives, she had already managed to make an impression enough that her passing would affect them in such a way. And all he knew was that it would be something Marie’s family would deserve to know.
In Esposito’s interrogations, the mood and the results were much the same. Jones and Hummel were off exploring the hotel, and were seen repeatedly on cameras. The same went for Fabray and Hudson, who had taken their own turn at visiting the gift shop. And then Evans had been in the auditorium still, with his guitar. He had also been present for his teammate Rachel’s argument with the technician and had, according to him, stopped her from going diva bomb on him, which he had to assure Esposito was in no way as bad as he might have just made it sound. In the end, he at least got a couple more pieces of information out of them.
“A couple of the other girls didn’t like her, said she took someone’s job,” Mercedes Jones told him. “But she was cool about it. I mean it wasn’t her fault this other person had been fired, and she knew that. I think it still upset her though.” And then there was Miss Fabray.
“There was something going on, I could see it. She had a secret… I know a thing or two about secrets,” she had withdrawn for a moment. “Whatever it was, something was happening that had to do with it.”
And then there was just one more group. The teacher sat in on his students’ interrogations, so long as he didn’t interfere. It was fairly straightforward even then. Miss Zizes only had to produce her camera to lock both hers and Mr. Puckerman’s alibis, as they’d been going around, taking pictures… Or as he would later put it in his own interview, she had handed him her camera and made him take pictures of her as they went about the hotel, with a few exceptions where he was allowed to enter the frame. He was very forthcoming, laying out any and all information he had, all of them figuring it was simply who he was, unaware of a sudden fear that dishonesty could land him back in juvenile detention. Then Miss Lopez had her turn and, once Beckett had gotten her to focus on her instead of Castle, she didn’t have much more to add, only that she had been making a strategic mini bar raid at the time, and had gone to try and locate Miss Pierce when she had gotten word something was happening in the lobby. Then it was the teacher’s turn, and after establishing that he’d been in the suite, calling home to check on another teacher who hadn’t made the trip, he didn’t have so much to say. He hadn’t been in contact with the victim as much as the kids.
“Thank you, Mr. Schuester,” Beckett got up to shake his hand before opening the door and finding their last interviewee sitting there. Will got up and went to see her, expecting to lead her into the interrogation room. But then Beckett stopped him, signalling a woman to step forward. As she did, carrying a garment bag on her arm, Will saw she was one of the women from social services.
“I don’t understand, what’s…” he asked as Castle ushered Brittany into the room.
“I’m sorry, you’ll have to wait out here,” Beckett told him and he looked past her to the blonde now sitting in the chair where he’d been a moment ago, staring back at him, confused. She disappeared from his view when Beckett went in and shut the door.
“What’s going on?” he turned at the sound of a voice, and even before seeing her he knew it was Santana’s. He saw realization come over her as she saw him in the hall and not in the room with Brittany. “No. No way,” she shook her head, looking around until she found… “Hey!” she called to the other two detectives, the ones who’d interrogated the rest of the club, stomping over to them. “Look I don’t know what you think you’ve got, but let me tell you a thing or two on the girl you’ve got in there. There is not a mean bone in her body, and there’s no way she would ever do whatever you think she’s done,” Santana declared, trying very hard to keep her wits about her so she wouldn’t make things worse for any of them, least of all Brittany.
“Okay,” Esposito made the decision as he listened to her, leading her to their board. He pointed to the picture of the fabric, posted there. “You tell me why it is we have a piece of her back-up dress, and we’ll see what happens,” he turned back to her. If she was so convinced, then who were they not to entertain her claim. It would either give them more information, or it would open her eyes to something else, which would again assist them. But the moment she saw it, he saw her face change… she knew it.
“She got stuck in a door this morning. I helped her get out, but then we heard a rip. She didn’t want to tell anyone, so I just told her to change into her back-up and be real careful from now on.”
“Where was this?” Ryan asked as he moved to his computer.
“The hall on the 3rd floor… around the corner from the vending machines,” Santana told him, and he pulled up the security footage they’d been sent. As the images whizzed by, Santana came to stand at his shoulder, with Schuester and Esposito nearby. “There!” she pointed, and he stopped. “That’s us.” They watched, and it happened just as she’d said. She stood back, satisfied. “Now will you let her out?” she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Take a look at this,” Ryan suddenly told them, rewinding. They looked, and they saw what he saw… a hand, reaching for and retrieving the torn piece, a few moments later. Still no face, but now they knew something else… Someone was trying to pass off blame on to the club from McKinley High.
TO BE CONTINUED (TOMORROW)
* IN CONSTRUCTION! *
PREVIOUS DAYS
[Cycle 01] [Cycle 02] [Cycle 03] [Cycle 04] [Cycle 05]
[Cycle 06] [Cycle 07] [Cycle 08] [Cycle 09] [Cycle 10]
[Cycle 11] [Cycle 12] [Cycle 13] [Cycle 14] [Cycle 15]
[Cycle 16] [Cycle 17] [Cycle 18] [Cycle 19] [Cycle 20]
[Cycle 21] [Cycle 22] [Cycle 23] [Cycle 24] [Cycle 25]
[Cycle 26] [Cycle 27]
[Cycle 28]
[568] [569] [570]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "Red Herring: 4. Poppy Seeds"
Pairing: Glee, Castle
Rating: G
Summary: New Directions is in New York for Nationals, when a murder brings in Det. Beckett and Richard Castle themselves.
Spoilers: None really; current seasons on Glee and Castle