Father's Day

Moses took a long moment, watching his wife nurse Sarah. The child strongly resembled Shanequa, with bits of Moses mixed in. Her lips were latched onto Elizabeth, though, and treated her every bit as the mother she was. But it wasn't Mother's Day. It was Father's Day, and Moses wanted to dig the knife in a little more.

He quietly went upstairs to where Richard Castle was mindlessly looking through photo albums that Elizabeth had brought over. Pictures of his wife and child didn't bring any lucidity. But Moses Jones -- his greatest professional success, and now his son-in-law -- did bring a moment of clarity.

"Moses Jones," Richard breathed out. "I thought you were in prison."

"For a good long while, cracker," Moses said. "And then I got out and met your daughter ..."

"My daughter?" Richard said. "E-e-elizabeth?"

"That's right," Moses said, walking over to Richard, towering over him. "Met her ... married her ... knocked her ass up. She thinks I'm innocent, helped me get a pardon and everything. Helped me get back into office. But just a secret, Richard, just a hint before that malaise recaptures you. I did it all. Every fucking thing. And I'm just getting started this time."

Richard sat down on the floor, starting to hyperventilate. Moses took a paper bag out, blowing some air into it and holding it to Richard's mouth.

"Babydoll?" Moses crooned out. Elizabeth came into the room, Sarah still in her arms. She looked at her father, having a panic attack.

"What on earth happened?" Elizabeth asked.

"You know how your cracker daddy gets around me," Moses said. Elizabeth nodded, looking at her father disapprovingly.

"C'mon, daddy, let's get you to bed," Elizabeth said, Richard mumbling nonsensical words.