A/N: he's a little something I've been wanting to write, although it is very very rough, I just wanted to publish it. I also wrote the majority of this very very late at night, so it's not the best thing ever. All mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer: I do not own Castle

"It's not going to work!", she repeated for the hundredth time. She was pacing in the old runned down room, having spent the last five minutes trying to convince the voice speaking into her ear that this crazy plan was NOT. GOING. TO. WORK.

She was lucky to have found this hideout when she did. The mission had not gone according to plan, and when it all went south, she holed up in the first place she could find. But now she had to find a way to reach the helicopter waiting to take her back.

The men chasing her would soon find her if she didn't find a way out of the building she had run into. When she explained the situation she was in, the room with only one door leading to the lobby, or two French doors leading to a ledge, she wasn't too happy with the options given to her.

"Trust me Beckett, you'll make it, but you have to go now, they're entering the lobby and should be reaching you in" the voice paused, calculating the time she had left before all of hell rained down on her, "Five minutes". Damn it. She had to leave, now. But the only reasonable exit was currently being filled up with the not so happy people that wanted her head on a platter.

Plan B it is.

"How can you be so sure it'll work? Cause I would very much like to survive this mission" she quipped. It's not like she didn't trust the voice in her head. He's always been reliable, and has proven to be a very valuable partner. Hell, he was the closest thing to a friend she had, but she didn't dwell too much on that idea.

For some reason, now as she was facing a rock and hard place, she had a nagging feeling that something was wrong. And she had learned very early on to trust her gut, after all, it was her gut that had kept her alive this long.

"Agent", she heard the voice call out, "I know it's unheard of, but the only reason why I am even telling you to do this is because I believe it will work".

"You sound awfully sure" she countered. He sounded as confident as if he'd witnessed this be done before. Hell, he sounded as confident as if he'd been the one to do it himself.

In all her years of service, she had never read or heard of an Agent officially pulling this off. Unless of course..the stories were true?

"You and I will be having a very important conversation when I get back, you copy?"

He knew she'd pick up on that, his reassurances being a little too confident. It was a conversation he wasn't too excited to have, but it was about time she knew. And with the way the mission had ended, she had a right to know exactly why everything had gone so utterly and completely wrong.

"Copy. Now, just head to the far end of the room, and when you're ready, run as hard as you can" he broke off, as if finally realizing exactly what he was asking her to do, or to call back an elusive memory, she wasn't sure. But, before she could think about it further, his voice broke through her thoughts. "Make sure you use all the strength that you can muster in the push off, and to cover your head when you roll, copy?".

"Copy. I hear them getting closer, I'll check in when I land". Here, she paused, tilting her head in contemplation before adding, "if I land". She released a light chuckle, one she learned from him.

"Very funny, Agent. Two minutes and counting. See you on the other side."

"Copy".

With that, she took off like a bullet, pushing her legs to move as fast as they could. When she neared the ledge, she heard the door of the room burst open. She heard the rushed footsteps of the men hot on her trail, just as she felt the bullets fly past her.

But she kept her mind focused.

The voice of her partner infiltrated her mind reminding her of what to do. When she finally reached the ledge, she pushed off with all the strength she could muster… And she flew.