Bang, Bang, Bang…A title with so many meanings…A little shoot-out, a little Caskett, a little funny discovery, and a little M in the middle.

1.

Bang, bang, bang, shots ring out seemingly from every direction, echoing off the metal walls. He finds himself trapped with Becket on a 4 foot wide steel mesh walkway, suspended midair in what was thought to be an abandoned warehouse, one assailant above, one below. Not the best location during a shootout with no solid surfaces offered as cover. Beckett raises her weapon and in quick-fire succession 3 shots ring out, dropping the upper target to the ground just as a hole rips through Castle's coat sleeve. Damn he loves this coat, but holy hell that was close. Repeating her previous performance, tap, tap, tap, she drops the second to the floor, a blood pool quickly engulfing him. Considering the distance, armed with only a handgun, he can't believe she made the shots at all, hence the reason for the 3 shots each as she zeroed in, but even he can do the math and with 6 shots down, her backup piece only has 2 left. Flicking the assailants off in his head he knows there are at least 3 remaining in the vicinity. The shoot-out they encountered before running into the warehouse had already emptied her first piece. They need to move and get to a secure hiding place, giving the 10 minutes needed for backup to arrive. Apparently their thoughts were on the same wavelength as they both take off in search of cover, following the walkway to the door on the other side, hopefully before being spotted by any of their pursuers.

Finally putting a voice to her thoughts, "I could take them out strategically, but two rounds likely won't do the trick against 3 assailants."

Pondering their options for only a second, Castle voices his original thought, "Then we need to buy enough time for back-up to arrive." Grabbing her hand he tugs her through the nearest door and into, what she imagined to once have been an access closet for the ventilation or hot water system. Only this…this isn't an access closet…it's not even a closet. She would have argued as he pulled her up into the diminutive space, but hearing footsteps coming from the right there is little choice now. She's not even sure how Castle's broad shoulders could have squeezed into the miniscule recess, there isn't an inch left on either side of him. They are literally wall to wall, his big frame, up close and personal to every surface of their micro enclosure…including her front, plastered together as if defying the laws of physics, virtually taking up portions of the same space at the same time. Well, in all fairness there is one exception, the small amount of space between the tops of their heads and the ceiling, which offers only a modicum of relief. With both of them being tall it could have been worse…at least the ceiling isn't compressed against their heads.

Beckett tries to get comfortable, adjusting her lithe body ever so slightly as she notices Castle's unusual quietness and finds it somewhat alarming since the Castle she knows would normally be making some snarky comment right about now. In the faintest of light, the shadows reveal him to be biting his lower lip, eyes tightly shut, but before she can muster concern for his well-being he snaps, "Beckett, you have got to stop wiggling."

Voice barely audible, "Sorry, Castle, but I can hardly breath."

"I know, but hopefully it wont be for long."

Eyes wide in acute shock, her brain finally registers his predicament. Well, that and she can actually feel it pressing against her lower abdomen. "Castle," she growls.

"Sorry, Beckett, but I can't be held accountable for human nature, now for the love of god, stop moving," he groans…then hearing a small sound, "Beckett, did you just snicker at me?" With a sharp, but hushed tone, "There is nothing funny about this."

"Well, actually… no…no, of course there's not. Try thinking of dead bodies or something." Pinching her lips together.

Finding mild humor in the situation is genuinely her way of disciplining her traitorous body as she's wickedly overcome with the most uncontrollable urge to wiggle, just once more, but all that winds to a halt as they hear…

"Oh detective, I know who you are and you and your obnoxious partner have caused us enough trouble, not to mention the millions you've cost us. We're going to find you," he finishes with a sugar sweet, yet condescending tone. Snapping orders, "check the basement, the boiler room, the office…just check everywhere," raising his voice in frustration as their footfalls grow distant, "and bring them to me, now."

Desisting, as if refusing to breath, they wait it out in silence. Their bodies pressed so tightly there isn't a vacant spot to be found between them. Each aware of the others most miniscule movements could be found enticing if not for the men on the search for them, wanting to kill them upon discovery. She hears Castle take a calming breath, which only compels their bodies into a sensual caress from top to bottom, their most intimate parts becoming highly mindful of one another in anticipation. It would be sexy and seductive if not for the air of danger, although, they say danger and adrenaline heighten a body's reaction…oh for the love of…she has to focus.

With the door tightly closed it's virtually pitch black in their Lilliputian enclosure, the only exception being a dwindling stream of light shining in at their feet, casting hazy shadows. Beckett shifts ever so slightly to get a look at it, gauging any movement to potentially alert of an approaching figure as her ears strain for the most diminutive of sounds. She does have 2 rounds left after-all and she won't go down without a fight. Hearing Castle hiss slightly, she remembers their close quarters and halts her movements, again. With a slight upward turn at the corners of her mouth she is still finding this mildly entertaining, despite their predicament. A defense mechanism yes, but not because of their potentially life-threatening situation and more due to Castle being so turned on by her body's position to his. Of course, she guesses any man, given the situation, might find themselves in the same dilemma and yet she can't help but appreciate how much he truly seems to want her. It's nice to feel such proof.

As the footsteps and sounds surrender into nothing around them she sticks out her bottom lip and blows a breath upward to loosen the damp hair from her forehead. "Is it getting warmer in here?" She whispers.

Castle, through gritted teeth, "Oh it's warm alright, but not sure how much of it has to do with the temperature."

An almost imperceptible chuckle spreads through their confines as the sound of gunfire rings through the air.

In unison they each whisper something along the lines of, "God I hope that signifies the arrival of Ryan and Esposito."

Just then they hear footsteps approaching. Beckett, knowing Ryan or Espo would have announced themselves if the coast was clear, readies herself, weapon in hand. The door swings open as she finds herself staring down the barrel of a gun, but making the mistake of reaching for her gives the split second needed. Firing with expeditious reflexes their perp falls backward, hitting the ground with a thud, a distinctive circular hole spilling blood from his forehead.

Espo's voice rings out, "Beckett, Castle?" On a relieved sigh, they attempt to exit the small opening in unison. Recognizing the obvious impossibility of that act, Castle ceases his efforts, allowing Beckett an escape route. He needs a minute anyway.

Espo peeks into the room, gun at the ready just as Beckett is extricating herself from their improvised hidey-hole. "Remind me to carry two back-ups in the future," she huffs.

Kicking the gun away from their perp out of habit alone, Espo smirks as he realizes Castle is crawling out of that same tiny enclosure. Furrowing his brow, he wonders how they both fit in there together. Then a sly smile overcomes his face as he notices the sweat-dampened hair clinging to the foreheads of his other two team members and Castle's position slightly behind, instead of beside, Beckett.

Beckett, giving a death scowl, daring him to follow through with verbalizing that thought, brushes past him. "There were 3 left, clearly now just two, are the others accounted for?"

"Yep, got 'em all, one down," nodding towards the floor beside them, "and two are secured in the back of the squad car." Turning towards Ryan's voice as he enters the room and finishes Espo's sentence, she smiles, "Thanks guys. There's two bleeding all over the main floor of the warehouse and likely a few others down outside as well." While the detectives chat, Castle remains in his position slightly behind Beckett, chanting to his body, so not the time for such behavior. The gun in his face certainly helped calm things down, but the thoughts in his head, simply refusing to dissipate, seem to only offer encouragement to his subversive body.