The aftermath (caskett)

The crime scene

Detective Kate Beckett drives up to the crime scene. This one is a little sad, as the victim is a child, but she doesn't find it too strange. That is until a speeding Ferrari pulls up  as well. She is surprised to see one of her favorite mystery writers, Richard Castle, is the driver of the cherry red vehicle. He jumps out and runs to her. 
"What happened to her? Is my daughter dead?!"
Ex military turned Homicide Detective Javier Esposito comes up behind Beckett, too focused on the school ID in his hands to see the nervous wreck of a famous novelist in from of him.
"Vic, Alexis Castle, 15 years old" he informs her, and the six foot tall man sinks to the ground as his world is ruined forever.

{Beckett's first person Point of view}

"No, no, no, NO!" He screams as he raises his hands to his face, "It can't be her, it can't!" Javi looks up and realizes the mess of a father pressed to the ground, as though sinking into it is his only intention, before me.
"Yo Beckett," he whispers to me, "Is that who I think it is?" Too dumbfounded to speak, I simply nod my head. "Yeah, who else would roll up to a crime scene in a Ferrari?" He continues.
"Espo, Beckett! Lanie's here, come on!" Screamed Detective Kevin Ryan. Lanie Parish, our medical examiner, gave me a confused look, as if to say girl, what's going on? I guess I looked upset, but best friends can see through you when no one else can.
"I'm sorry Mr. Castle, but we really have to go." I hastily say. I know I shouldn't, as I know how it feels to lose someone you love, to one minute have a mother and the next not to. But I can't think about that. If I do, I won't be able to give him the closure he needs, the closure that I never got.
"Beckett! Stop starin' and get your butt over here!" I hear Lanie call. I turn to Espo and he raises the yellow police tape, gesturing for me to duck under. I look back once more at Richard Castle. He's a wreck. Tears streak through the dirt on his face, leaving white lines on an otherwise dark surface. In a matter of hours, my famous mystery-crime novelist (ex) crush had turned into what my own father had looked like after my mother died. I took this in in a few seconds, turned back around, and followed Javi to a crime scene I was likely to never forget.
The once beautiful redhead lay sprawled on the pavement. Her red mane is matted with dried blood, dirt, and garbage from being in an alley that also housed dumpsters. Her white t-shirt is stained with a deep, sad red, emanating from two small holes in her chest just below her left collarbone.
"C.O.D. was two gunshot wounds here," Lanie paused to point to the first hole with a gloved hand, "and here," she said, now pointing about a centimeter to the down and to the left of the one she was just indicating to. "Looks to be a from 9-mil, but I won't know for sure until I get her back to the morgue and pull out the slugs. T.O.D. is anywhere from 9 to 12 last night." She looked up at me to tell me she was done.
"Alright, Espo, Ryan, figure out more about her. I want to know where she was, who she was with, when she was last seen, you know the drill. One of you start with who found her," I said as I nodded towards a shocked looking boy around the victims age surrounded by uniforms. I assumed he had discovered the body, "I'll talk to her father. Anyone know how he knew about this so soon?" I asked.
"He's tight with the Mayor," Esposito responded, "talk of the girl's death probably made its way to him, and he called Mr. ," he looked at the ID again, "Castle." He finished. I scratched my exposed neck, pondering how my short hair left the back of it defenseless against the cold.
"Ok." I stated. Although I did't say it, they got the message. Lanie focused on the body, Ryan went to the confused adolescent, and Espo went back out onto the street to figure out if anyone had seen anything and get camera footage from surrounding areas. I stood there, looking over every inch of the victim. It was a shame she was so young, a girl like that should have experienced the ups and downs of high school, love, maybe even become prom queen or valedictorian. She should have grown up and gone to college, gotten married, and lived a long, happy life. The sad truth was that no one knows what would have happened to her. I sigh and turn around. I hate this part. Interviewing the family. Mine is the face they will never forget, the face they'll see for the rest of their lives when they think of their lost beloved. I start walking towards Mr. Castle, and can't help but notice the look in his eyes is one of pure pain and agony. I immediately despise whoever took the life of his young daughter, and know that I have to find them if I want to save him, and oh, I want to save him.