A/N: A crossover with NCIS and Castle. Time is twisted in this story so let's pretend Castle and Beckett got married a couple of weeks before Ziva left. Not sure if should continue so let me know of what you guys think! [This is my first FanFic. Can you tell? Probably] You should leave a review, though, for me!
Also, I do not own Castle, nor NCIS. JSYK

It's been exactly 2 years since Ziva's been gone. Tony kept count. Exactly 730 days since she didn't come back to Washington with him. Exactly 104 weeks since he had his heart-broken by this beautiful, exotic, Israeli woman. It's been 24 months, and he remembers the night perfectly.

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FLASHBACK

"Tony you are so-" Ziva started

"Handsome? Funny?" Tony interrupts

"Loved," she finished

And with that they shared a passionate, bittersweet kiss. Once it was over, Tony remarked, "This is not easy, one of the hardest 180s of my life."

That was when Tony boarded the plane

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Meanwhile in New York

Beckett heard the patter of small feet outside her door. Luckily, with much persuasion, Castle convinced her to child proof the loft. At one and a half years old, Elizabeth Castle was an avid walker.. No not a walker, but a runner. She was like Rick in so many ways, she was an explorer and never listened to Kate. She was a daddy's girl, he had her wrapped around her tiny finger. She was like Kate in many ways too, strong-minded and thick-headed.

Beckett smiled to herself. Life has been good for her. Two years ago, her and Castle had this beautiful spring wedding ceremony. All their family and friends had attended, it was on their honeymoon in Paris, France when Kate found herself pregnant. Castle was beyond ecstatic and begun making preparations for a nursery while they were still in Paris! Gates, however, was less than pleased. She didn't want her top detective to be on leave for such a long time. Beckett smiled to herself, Gates now loves Elizabeth as her own daughter. Elizabeth is not only spoiled by her father, but everyone else at the precinct, she is that lovable. Today was Kate's official first day back at work. Professionally, she is still known as Detective Kate Beckett. She felt Castle stir next to her.

"Looks like the young grasshopper is awake" Castle groaned as he got out bed and opened the bedroom door.

"Momma, momma!" Elizabeth exclaimed as she tumbled into the bedroom.

"Good morning Liz. Are you ready to spend the day with Daddy?"

"Yes!Yes!Yes!Yes!"

"Do you promise you'll be a good girl for Daddy?"

"Uh huh"

"Okay. I'm going to get dressed and I'll meet you and Daddy downstairs for breakfast. How does that sound?"

"Good, Momma!"

Liz, and Castle exited the room and headed downstairs to the kitchen to make some pancakes as Beckett got dressed. When she went downstairs, she braced herself for the mess that was waiting for her arrival in the kitchen. Flour was everywhere! All over their clothes, the floor, and the counter tops were covered in the white dust. Beckett sighed and told Castle that he was going to clean this mess up, including himself, and Liz. She grabbed a pancake, said goodbye to Elizabeth and headed off to work.

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The work day was uneventful. Beckett was stuck behind her desk doing paperwork until she passed her Psych Exam and got her gun back. When she got home, she found Rick on the phone speaking rapidly in language she thought to be...Hebrew?

"Shalom" Castle said, ending the conversation when he saw her.

"Since when do you speak Hebrew?" Kate asked curiously

"Oh, since college. I went to Israel to research my first novel. I stayed for a year and learned the language pretty quick. I even met some interesting people." He explained. Beckett didn't look so convinced. She read all of his books, none of them took place in Israel.

Why is he lying to me? She thought

That night, after Liz was put to sleep, they cuddled on the couch with wine and a movie playing on the TV. Neither of their minds were on the TV however, they were thinking far off thoughts. "Kate can I ask you a question?" Castle asked.

"You already did," she replied, "but continue."

"Well I have this friend from Israel that's in trouble. She was thinking about leaving and coming to America to keep her daughter away from the danger. I was wondering if they could stay here until she gets her feet on the ground? Her daughter is Liz's age and they could stay in the same room, or they could stay in the guest room. I told her I had to talk with you and we'll see about it. What do you think, Kate?" Castle watched her expression throughout his story and tried to guess what she was thinking.

After a couple of minutes Kate said, "Of course, Castle we'll do anything to help your friend. I have one question, however. Who is she?"

Castle looked at his hands guiltily, if he told her she'd probably flip out in her usual Beckett way.

"Castle, who is it?" she pressed.

Quietly he said, "Ziva David."