734. Chapter 734

After Clear and Present Danger

Episode 7.03

By

UCSBdad

Disclaimer: Clearly, there's no danger that I'd own Castle. Rating: K Time: See above.

Invisible Heat

By

Richard Castle

Captain Nikki Heat casually tip toed past the guards at the entrance to the abandoned factory that was the headquarters of the master criminal known only as Mr. Little without being spotted. For Nikki was wearing an invisibility suit that her husband and lover, ruggedly handsome Pulitzer Prize winning investigative journalist Jameson Rook, had made for her.

With the invisibility suit, Nikki could spy on dangerous criminals like this mysterious Mr. Little and so thwart his evil plans to…do something evil.

"That's illegal, you know." Kate said, reading over his shoulder.

"Writing a novel is illegal? Since when? I thought that was covered by the First Amendment? Do we at least still have the right to arm bears?"

Kate gave Rick a very long look. "You know what I mean. Nikki is a police officer. She can't just walk into a place and spy on people. She'd have to have a warrant. And since Nikki is based on me, remember that Nikki and I are both very good cops. We don't break the law."

"I'm not asking Nikki to break the law, any more than when Superman uses his X-ray vision to stop a crime, or when Spiderman uses his web slinging to save innocent people."

"Nikki is not a super hero. She's a human being."

"Well, maybe."

Invisible Heat

By

Richard Castle

The Flame, the alter ego of Captain Nikki Heat, swung through the darkened streets of Manhattan, easily keeping pace with the car driven by the notorious Mr. Little, the most feared and despised crime lord in all of New York City, and part of New Jersey.

The Flame knew that Mr. Little was going to meet the other, lesser crime lords, to do something spectacularly evil and bad. Nikki's hand slid to the pocket of her invisibility suit where she had a magic search warrant, good for all manner of lawful searches and seizures, given to her by her mentor, the ruggedly handsome wizard, Jamesalf the Colorful.

From her perch, she could look down and see the minions of Mr. Little arriving. There was Wee Willy, who had a wee willy. Then there was the super dense ex-mall guard, Schlemming. The Flame's heart skipped a beat. Arriving on his Big Wheels was Joshing Josh, a failed standup comedian known for leaving bad jokes behind at the scene of his many crimes. Slouching against a wall was the vicious thug known only as The Cockney.

And there was Mr. Little himself. The Flame gasped as she recognized him as reclusive billionaire, Urso Vain. Slightly shorter than the average Chihuahua, Mr. Little walked among his henchmen, sniffing their butts as he did so. The Flame now knew that the rumors about Vain were true.

"Castle, you can't still be jealous of all of my ex-boyfriends. We're married. I chose you over all of them. I. Love. You!" She said distinctly.

"I'm jealous of them and I always will be. If I hadn't been such an ass when we first met, teasing you about Nikki being slutty and her being naked on the covers of the books and all, we night have gotten together sooner. Maybe you'd have never dated Demming and DMB."

Kate pushed him away from his desk and sat on his lap. "I knew even then that Demming and Josh and everyone else were just poor seconds to Richard Castle. I'm the one that should have been different. I should have told you that I really liked you after Coonan died. Instead I acted like letting anyone know that I liked you was some horrible secret that had to be kept from the world. And the longer I was with Josh, the more I realized he wasn't and never could be Richard Castle. So can we not have Nikki as some super hero and can we not have any mention ever of my exes. After all, I've met Meredith and Gina and I'm not jealous of them."

"You're not?"

"Of course not. Because I know, I absolutely know, that you love me more than you ever loved them."

"Actually, marrying them was pretty stupid of me."

"I'm forced by your logic to agree. Now, what are you going to do about this book?"

Invisible Heat

By

Richard Castle

He was warm inside his invisibility suit, but he would put up with the inconvenience because he was Second Amendment Bear, and he was armed against a sea of troubles and by opposing them, would end them.

Armed Bear, as he was sometimes known, thought back to when he was just a cub and had been rescued by the ruggedly handsome scientist, Jameson Rook, MD, Ph.D., FRS, FACS, MLB, NCAA and NFL. His mother had accidentally wandered into a St. Louis Cardinals game with the predictable, tragic results, leaving the little cub an orphan. With Rooks' guidance and love, as well as that of his surrogate mother, Mama Nikki, he had been changed from a cute and cuddly little cub to a bear to be reckoned with. If only he could use his powers to help those other Cubs, but somethings were even beyond science. Beyond even magic or the power of super heroes.

Armed Bear climbed up a telephone pole and looked into the laboratory of his arch-nemesis, the human known only as The Cutter. Yes! The Cutter was there, preparing some foul experiment on some poor denizen from the bowels of Manhattan.

Armed Bear quickly looked down to be sure that his sidekick, Dr. Motorcycle Raccoon, had the Animal Mobile ready to go. Then with a roar that shook Manhattan, he leaped from his perch and into the lair of the Cutter.

"What are you doing?" Asked the poor victim, who had already been stripped of his shirt.

"Saving you from the Cutter." Armed Bear said. "Isn't he about to hurt you?"

"No." Said Detective Raley. "Dr. Perlmutter is just helping me get this body glitter off of me. It gets stuck on me at my second job at….a place." He glared at Armed Bear. "A place we need not mention."

"Oh, bother." Said Armed Bear. "Well, I must be off. Miles to go before I sleep."

"Who's going to pay for the broken window?" Yelled Perlmutter. But Armed Bear had slipped away.

"Castle, that's…." Kate could say no more, but broke out in giggles.

"Maybe not my best work?"

"It's different, I'll give you that. But I really think you should stop trying to write about an invisibility suit. Or armed bears for that matter."

"Could I write about your invisible suit?"

"That can be arranged."