Ladies and gentlemen I present to you - as promised - a brand new collaboration fic with SheWhoTangles and LittleLizzieZenta. Before you even think about reading I need to tell you: This is very...AU. Like seriously. It's meant to be funand silly although after this particular chapter it turns...normal? You'll just have to wait and see I guess. Second, we're collaborating a little differently where we take turns writing a chapter. I wrote this particular chapter but it'll all be collected here so when reviewing I just ask that you give credit where credit is due (I'll tell you who wrote each chapter). Other than that... there isn't much else to say. Enjoy some silly in your life through this the Castle hiatus of a lifetime and please review when you're done to tell us what you think.

Oh and before I forget, don't forget to enter my writing contest going until the end of may. If you go to my profile, it'll be the story called "Spring Writing Contest" so look there for more details.

*A/N EDIT 05/14/12: I edited the chapter because you guys know that I'm infamous for not editing well so if you find any more mistakes just send me a PM*

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It had been a week, sigh, a whole week since she'd watched her favorite couple finally walk hand in hand into the great beyond – and boy was she giddy. She'd watched the Castle "Viewing Party" that a group of teenage girls had posted and though she was about ten years their senior, she couldn't help feeling like their reactions were right on the spot leading her to the only logical conclusion that Castle and Beckett had the power to reduce people to their core fan girl; and she didn't regret a moment.

Across town, she stretched her fingers, cramped from a long day's work but her mind was only on one thing; it had been a week since the Castle Season Finale and she still thought about it every so often. Not that she was obsessed, she was just very happy to see her favorite characters find happiness at last – and in such a wonderful, lusty way – was that so wrong? Of course not.

Across the country and down a little, she had been lounging at her computer for about an hour now, having made and ate dinner and done most of her standard daily chores, stumbling across videos of Castle and Beckett kissing every so often from the most innocent of YouTube searches that had been corrupted by an onslaught of frantic searching just after the Castle Season Finale; that had been almost a week ago and her computer was still recovering. She wondered if she ever would.

Celeste re-watched the "Caskett Kiss" for the millionth time and it never got old but alas, she had to get to get to work on her University homework so she took the natural progression, re-watching Castle Season Four in the background while she did her job.

Zentara trolled Castle fan sites purely out of boredom as a way to relax after a hard day's work and she stumbled across a list of "Caskett Songs" for when all the songs made sense and she'll admit that she smiled just a bit. The concept was cute and they had already accumulated a rather large list so what was the harm in contributing her share with a few YouTube searches and a 'share button'?

JJ walked around the house in her favorite pajamas – an old pair of sweatpants and a "Caskett" t-shirt presented to her as a gag gift that she was never wear outside the house but enjoyed nonetheless – determined to be comfortable as she allowed her computer to rest for only a moment. But it wasn't long before she was back on it again, headed straight for the Facebook Fan Page of her favorite show. The first thing she noticed was a new post on the discussion board and so checked it out.

Re-watching Season 4 and trying to think of what those situations would have been like had they been together. *sigh*

Zentara smirked at reading the post but had to agree that it had crossed her mind; what would have happened if the two of them had gotten together before the season finale? So much would have changed – well that was a given.

JJ was the first to post a comment: Been thinking about that as well. If it wasn't for that damn wall, those two would have been together a lot sooner.

So Celeste had to respond to the comment on her post: I was just watching the end of Heroes and Villains; wouldn't it have been so cute if the two of them had kissed instead of their counterparts?

Zentara: Agreed, but you can't deny that the way it happened in the Season finale was epic. I bow to the great Andrew Marlowe lol.

JJ: All hail the king and queen MilMar :P God that was a good finale, I'm just saying it could have happened sooner.

Celeste: Well if some fans had gotten their way, the two of them would have gotten together after the pilot.

JJ: You disagree?

Zentara: I think those hopeless romantics know nothing about good story telling.

Celeste: I think they needed this time to truly get to know each other before they dove into it together (lol see what I did there?) so I'm glad they did it the way they did. Admittedly though, the pacing was a little weird in the middle. And I mean, after Heroes and Villains it would have been nice to have at least a little bit of a Caskett-y moment right?

Zentara: I agree.

JJ: Me too.

Celeste: Now if only we had a time machine and tickets to the Castle set so we could straighten out those writers…

MEANWHILE,

Herbert sat at his desk at technical support, twiddling his thumbs and pretending that he wasn't chatting on some soft porn site. God he hated his job; it was literally to sit there and make sure nothing happened to the mainframe. With a coffee cup in one hand, and furiously typing fingers with the other, Herbert didn't really have time to hear his boss coming up behind him until he was standing over his shoulder, spooking poor Herbert so hard that he spilled his coffee…all over the mainframe.

Surges of electricity sparkled and cracked, igniting the room with light and crossing wires that ought never to be crossed. This could get ugly.

At the moment of the surge, three girls were chatting about their favorite television show when suddenly electricity shot through their computers, rendering them unconscious and left to dream about their favorite couple and what might be.

Celeste was the first to wake up and she jolted the others awake with her screams. Coming into consciousness, JJ and Zentara felt the cold, dirt and grime beneath them and the smell of urine and old booze filled their nostrils, bringing them crashing down to reality. Glancing over at Celeste, they caught sight of a man in tattered brown coat and black toque barely keeping a balding head of hair concealed, scrambling away as though he'd been scolded. Apparently, he thought Celeste had been dead and was endeavoring to relieve her of any valuables but now he was running down the alley as though the dead had risen from their grave.

Wait, alley?

The three of them looked around to find themselves indeed in an alley. "Who are you?" They asked in unison. "Celeste." "Zentara" "Someone" they answered, looking to JJ in confusion before she rolled her eyes.

"I'm JJ. Where are we and how did we get here?" She snapped.

"Well…" Celeste looked around "we're in an alley. And it doesn't look like home to me." She crawled to her feet, heading for the light at the end of the alley but was pulled back by Zentara shaking her head with frantic, wild eyes.

"You can't just walk out there; we don't know where we are."

"And how are we supposed to figure it out if we don't do a little investigative work?" She pulled her sleeve away from the woman's grasp and stepped into the sunlight, the cool air brushing over her. She was brought out of her revere, however, by a series of honking horns and slamming breaks that pulled her attention to the street around her. She felt the two other girls come up behind her, pressed into her back by the sudden crowds of people surrounding them with the occasional pinch or shove in the wrong direction. Well they weren't in Kansas anymore; JJ would have recognized her own home town – so where were they?

"New York City." Zentara mumbled, bringing the girl's attention to the sign above the subway to their left – the source of the travelling crowds – New York City.

"How the hell did we get to New York City? What the hell kind of prank is this?" Celeste closed her eyes to JJ yelling profusely in her ear but she held back the urge to calm her down.

"My best guess is that it's a pretty expensive prank so why don't we just try and figure out how to get back home." Reluctantly the girls agreed stepping away from the subway entrance in order to avoid being trampled even more as a herd of travelers came barreling up the stairs. "Alright first we need to"

"I'm glad you agreed to come, Beckett, I just needed to get out of the house for a little bit." The trio froze in the middle of the New York street as a couple brushed past them, smiling and linking arms, completely content with each other. All thoughts of irritation fled them as a single thought entered their minds: 'no way'.

"Guys are we…" JJ couldn't even finish her sentence.

"On the set of 'Castle'? I think so." Zentara finished, peering over Celeste's shoulder to watch the pair walk down the street and around the corner.

"Yeah, well it wasn't like I was really doing anything." They heard Beckett snort and were immediately enticed to follow.

"But they won't be filming the new Season now." Celeste mumbled, trailing slightly behind the pack, still keeping pace.

"Well what if it's July and we've been-"

"What, JJ; we've been unconscious for two months?"

The woman jumped but maintained her composure. "Well do you have a better idea?"

"Yeah; let's just follow them and find out."

JJ scoffed "that's your answer to everything isn't it oh wise leader?"

"Guys, seriously." Zentara scolded "can we focus please?"

"Sorry." They mumbled simultaneously but avoided eye contact as they rushed to catch up with the dynamic duo.

They caught them entering a small café just down the block, Castle holding the door open for his smiling detective but what the onlookers expected to be an intimate brush past her boyfriend turned into Beckett shyly ducking her head and brushing against the glass door instead. Okay, odd but fine; everyone figured Beckett wouldn't be too big on the PDA. Exchanging glances, they followed behind the pair, keeping to the side and as inconspicuous as possible for three women standing in a coffee shop staring at a couple who were chatting in a friendly manner. Celeste narrowed her eyes but didn't say anything, listening intently to the conversation.

"I just needed a break from the house you know?" Beckett nodded at her partner "Alexis is still stressing out because she hasn't received her acceptance letter and she's now picking out all new courses and I don't think she's quite forgiven me for butting in. It's just hard you know?"

"Yeah well," Beckett looked ahead at the menu above even though she'd had it memorized three years ago "no matter how many times the truth stares you in the face it's still hard to accept change. She'll get over it eventually and one day you'll be able to let her go."

Castle spoke, completely oblivious to the double meaning of her words "well until then I'm going to need to make my coffee extra strong if I'm going to survive my late night writing stints."

"But I thought…" she paused, pushing the residual fear and hurt to the back of her mind "you just released the third Nikki Heat, do you really start writing now?"

"No," he shook his head "but after our most recent case I wanted to take a look at the superheroes of my past; maybe brush a few old characters off so I have something to work with when Nikki Heat comes to an end."

The air grew thick and still despite the bustling crowd around them. "You're ending Nikki Heat?" She hadn't meant for her voice to sound so vulnerable but there was no taking it back.

"It was only a four book deal so this book will be the last one."

She lowered her eyes. "Oh."

"But Kate," she looked up at him expectantly "I will do everything I can to keep telling your story."

"It's not my story anymore." Now it was Castle's turn to look at Beckett with too much hope in his eyes; she hesitated with the intensity of his gaze "it's everyone's; the boys at the precinct, Montgomery… even Gates."

"Oh Gates," he grumbled; he forgot that he'd have to replace the Captain just like they had "well no matter, I'll win her over, just wait."

She almost laughed at his determined, juvenile expression. "Well all of your little stunts this last case certainly won't help your cause."

"What stunts?" he gaped at her, knowing exactly what she was talking about.

"Your crazy theories may work on us but Gates likes facts and evidence; superheroes are not her favorite people." They turned to the back of the line on instinct when they heard a woman gasp but they found no one and so returned to their conversation.

"If I can charm you with my crazy theories, I can charm the Iron Gates." That wasn't a blush or a smile on Kate Beckett's face; she just had a rash…right.

"Who says you've charmed me?" She bit the inside of her cheek to keep that smile from growing even wider.

He shrugged matter-of-factly "because you're letting me buy you coffee."

"Yeah well, I need my caffeine fix."

"Yeah that's it."

As they exited the shop with their matching coffee's in hand, Castle once again held the door open for his lady fair only to find another person entering the opposite way, pressing Beckett against his side until she lost her balance and fell into his arms; literally. He reached his arms around her waist and shoulder to steady her when he realized that she was going to trip and her arms had become trapped at his chest, pressing herself further into him. Oh yeah, that look in her eyes were definitely fear, excitement and kiss-vibe; but which one to respond to. Their breath was in sync, pounding sporadically against the fall wind and their own twittering hearts. Oh yeah, Beckett was definitely giving off kiss-vibe…an expression which shifted to annoyance when she heard her phone blaring from her pocket and she knew in an instant that it was one of the boys calling her to tell her about a body. God, even over the phone they were cock-blocking. Still standing in his arms – no reason to move when she was comfortable – she pulled her phone and straightened, donning a casual but confident tone that was definitely not hers. "Beckett." She waited a few moments before nodding and humming in response, glancing up at Castle with no expression other than "work-mode" before she told them she would be right there and slipped the phone back into her pocket. "Come on Castle, we've got a body just down the block; you in?"

"Well I'm here anyways I may as well help you solve a murder."

"In your dreams."

"Actually in my dreams you…." But for once, he thought better of it "do you really want me to finish that sentence?"

She shook her head. "Maybe one day." She mumbled just loud enough for him to hear before sliding out of his embrace and walking down the street.