Hi everyone, I don't really know what this this but there you go, that's life. All you need to know is that this is set somewhere in season 6, that's all :D enjoy! ~Verity

"Kate! Kate!" he screamed frantically rushing into the warmth of the loft, not even bothering to shut the door behind him, but only silence answered Castle's cries. "Kate, where are you?" Nothing.

"Kate!" "What Castle?" asked Beckett as she walked out of their room, gently sweeping the sleep out of her eyes, as she motioned to door behind him and he complied. She looked mad at him for waking her up but it was adorable. He couldn't really blame her for being angry though - it was her day off and so he had let her have a lie in. But he had ruined her sanctity, her peace... He could've laughed at the state of her hair, sticking up on end almost as if she was a porcupine. He loved her hair...

Wait. No. He shouldn't be thinking like this. Now is not the time.

The smile quickly faded from Castle's face as he looked straight into Kate's eyes until her maddening gleam disappeared too.

"What Castle?" she breathed.

Silence.

"What is it?" she was getting worried now, Castle could recognize the helpless in her features, the vulnerability; and for a moment he almost felt proud to get to see this emotion flutter across her face. He thought back to a different time, a time when such an expression would be unseen from her, hidden from the world. But that was then, and this is now. They're together now. She has him. She depends on him.

"Kate I..." he sighed. "Kate, we need to go. Now. Don't ask me why, I just need you to trust me, but we need to leave now."

"Okay." Okay? Was he dreaming? Did Kate Beckett really just not question him?

"Oh, c'mon Castle, don't look so surprised," she grinned. That was Kate. That was his Kate; why they worked so well, why they were each other's always. He would've laughed too if it were under different circumstances.

"So, where are we going?" she spoke nervously braking the silence. "England." Kate's eyebrows shot up in surprise. England? Why England? A million questions rushing through her mind at once. How much danger were they in? Enough to go to another country? This can't be good, although all she could whisper in reply was, "Okay."

A short smile of gratitude danced across his lips as walked past Beckett into their bedroom. He pulled the wardrobe open and grabbed two grey-black suitcases out from the corner and laid them flat on the bed as she joined him.

"You have 10 minutes. Grab whatever you'll need," Castle gestured towards the suitcase on the left.

"How long are we expected to be gone for?" Kate spoke softly.

Fear filled his soul as he thought about it. How long exactly would they be gone? He didn't want to know, to think. They just needed to disappear. "However long it takes for you to be safe," he said honestly.

"And how long will that be?" Beckett looked into his eyes to try to read his thoughts but he hurriedly looked away. It was clear that he didn't want her to push for answers, just like she did all those years ago.

So Kate sighed and began throwing items into her suitcase: clothes, underwear, toiletries, books. Whatever she could think of, and Castle did the same. Soon they were done and Castle dragged the suitcases off the bed and down into the hardwood floor.

"Let's go," he wheeled the cases into the living room towards the front door.

"Castle, wait." Beckett grasped his shirt and tugged him to face her. "I just need to know who we're running from."

"Bracken," Castle whispered. "It's Bracken."