A/N: Totally switching it up on you guys! I had a little writer's block, but I broke it down with the mighty pen! So...if you have any friends who happen to be Caskett and/or Castle fans, you'll suggest they read this, right? Aw thanks, you rock! :D alright I think I'll shut up now...enjoy! please leave reviews:)

Rick Castle ran into his bedroom, Lightsaber in hand, and Detective Beckett on his heels. He climbed up onto the soft mattress and stood on it with his blue sword ready. His blue eyes held a hungry look, like a lion searching for prey. Kate stood outside the room, back against the wall, with her eyes closed. She was a kid again, in second grade, the only girl tough enough to play with the boys.

Normally, I go over a guy's house to have dinner and possibly hook up. With Castle, it's unpredictable. We are just two big kids tonight.

She smiled to herself and peeked into the room. Rick was in a ready position, waiting for her to strike. She hopped into the door way.

"So, we meet again, Darth Kater," Rick said, coolly.

"Come to the dark side, Luke," she raised her eyebrows.

"Never!"

Kate lifted herself onto the bed, and Rick stepped back, closer to the mahogany headboard. She made a move as if she was going to attack, but stopped short, feigning the move. He stepped back in slight fear, tapping his heel against the headboard. Their eyes locked in a thirty second stare down before he lunged at Beckett, his blue Lightsaber coming in contact with her red one.

They went back and forth, their light up, plastic swords colliding in midair. Kate made another fake move and made contact with Castle's left side. He dropped his Lightsaber onto the bed and it rolled to the floor with a thud. Kate threw her arms into the air in victory and did a short victory dance. Rick crashed down onto the bed and lay on his back. She let her Lightsaber fall to the floor near his and then fell her knees by his chest. She sat back on her heels and they looked at each other, breathless, laughing, and grinning widely.

"Castle...that was awesome...we should have...Lightsaber fights more...often," Kate gasped.

"I know...right? That's what I...was thinking. Maybe one day we...could have one big...epic duel with Ryan and...Esposito...," Rick responded, attempting to catch his breath.

Beckett leaned backwards and flopped down onto her back, her feet near Castle's chest. They remained there for a few minutes to get their breathing back to normal. It would have been silent, if Castle hadn't put the Imperial March on repeat. Beckett got up, walked out of the room, and shut the iPod off. She came back in and knelt on the bed by his waist once more.

"Why'd you turn it off?" he asked, gazing up at her, quizzically.

"I dunno. Got tired of it," she replied.

Kate leaned over him and kissed him briefly. He cocked his head to the side, as if to say "That's it?" He put his large hand on the back of her thigh and pulled her leg over his body. He wrapped his arms around her waist. The childish antics were over, and the sparkle of fun had disappeared from their eyes, replaced by a gleam of desire and love. She put her hands on his broad chest and kissed him. She lifted her lips from his just enough to get out a few words.

"I love you, Rick."

"I love you too, Kate."

Richard pulled Kate's hips closer to his, their lips meeting again and again. Whatever worries that swam through their minds were now distant. They only thought about each other and the moment they were sharing. Their light, sweet kisses soon transformed to deeper, more passionate ones. He pulled Kate's hips closer to his, their lips meeting again and again. Whatever worries that swam through their minds were now distant. They only thought about each other and the moment they were sharing. Their light, sweet kisses soon transformed to deeper, more passionate ones. Rick was on the last button of Kate's red blouse when a noise came from the living room.

"Uh oh. That's my ringer for the Captain, so there must be a body." she informed the confused writer.

"Well...then...let's go," Castle said, distraught that his night with Beckett was ending so soon. "What times is it?"

She checked her watch. "12:35. Don't worry Castle, we can do this again sometime. For right now, we must focus on the dead body, and not each other's," she told him, seeing a slight frown form on his face.

They climbed out of bed and Beckett buttoned her shirt up. They went into the living room, put on their shoes and Castle put on his jacket. Kate checked her phone ad saw that it was, indeed, a murder. Rick quickly ascended the stairs to Alexis' room. He emerged with a black sweater for Kate. He assumed the temperature would have dropped significantly since she arrived.

He held it out to her, "Here you go. It's Belongs to Alexis, but she barely wears it. It's most likely chilly out, so you'll need it."

"Thanks, that was really thoughtful. Now come on, we just need to get a cab."

"Already on it," Rick whispered, phone to his ear. "Yeah, it's Castle..."

They walked quickly out of the apartment to find a cab waiting for them. Castle tipped the doorman and said his thanks. He had called to the front desk for the doorman to hail a taxi. Kate told the driver where to go, and they arrived just as Detectives Ryan and Esposito did. Rick paid the driver, and turned around to see the two buddies standing side by side, with sly grins spreading across their faces.

"What?"

"Oh, bro, don't even gimme that shit. You know what," Esposito said, still grinning.

"Yeah, come on. You're looking sharper than usual and Beckett's looking sexier than usual-"

"Bro, Jenny?" Javier said to the Irishman.

"Dude, what about her? She's my fiancé, yes. Does that mean all other women are ugly trolls? No. I'm just saying." Kevin said, defensively.

"Yeah, true. Back to Castle-" They turned back to Castle, but he slipped away towards the crime scene.

"Detectives!" Beckett called, "Get over here!"

"Yes, boss," they said in unison.

When they approached the scene, Beckett started to explain it. "Vic's name is Arianna Zimmerman, she's 37. She was found by her 15-year-old son, Sean Jr., over there," she pointed to a sobbing teenage boy who was holding a wailing toddler. The father was next to him, crying and cradling a sleeping baby. "She also has a 5-year-old son and an 11-month-old daughter. Arianna was shot three times: once in the hand, once in the stomach and once in the head. She fell from that window," she pointed to the only open window. "Lanie, got anything else?" They moved into the apartment building and found the victim's place.

"Mhmm, but have you gotten anything? Perhaps with that handsome author," the ME raised her eyebrows.

Detective Beckett smiled, "I'll tell you later, right now we need to stay on task. Plus, it's a long story."

"Alright, girl you better tell me everything! So the victim was in her apartment, alone. She was shot in the hand, as you can see by the bloody handprints left here," she pointed to the door frame of the master bedroom. "Here," she pointed to the wall. "And here." The final print was on the window sill.

"Alright, continue."

"Looks like she put up a fight; this place is trashed. So, I'm guessing she fought, was shot in the hand, fought some more, was shot in the stomach, fought just a little more. Then she was shot in the head, and probably fell out the window. I say she wasn't pushed because it's a large window and our victim was approximately 5' 2'." Lanie finally said. "Oh, I just felt like a detective saying all that!"

Kate snorted "Great job, Doctor Detective. How about time of death?"

"Well, wait. Here's the kicker: the baby girl was in the master bedroom the whole time. Mrs. Zimmerman had tried to get to the child before she was shot. See the blood splatter? Here are the three knuckleheads," Lanie said, "Hey there, Castle." He waved to her.

"Neighbor down in 36B heard screaming around 12:10. He said it sounded," Kevin checked his notepad, "like 'No, she's not your baby. Get away, she's not yours. No no no!' and quite a few gunshots. He decided to call the cops."

Javier explained further, "This neighbor, Lars Rockwell, is a good friend of theirs. The father, Sean Sr., and two sons were over because the baby, Lily, was crying more often than usual. Arianna sent them over there to give them peace. They were there for only 10 minutes when they heard the disturbance. They sent Sean Jr. out to investigate. Sean Sr. decided to follow in case it was still dangerous. Both saw that their door was hanging off its hinges."

Ryan picked up, "The kid looked inside to see the killer. (CSU is getting a sketch from him now.) The guy tried to shoot him but there were no more bullets, so he jumped out the window. It's not a far fall, but he could have broken or sprained something in one of his legs. The two Sean's ran to the window, but Junior got there first. He looked down to see the killer sprint off into that alley and then saw his mother's body. Killer got away, the alley leads to a maze of streets and more alleyways. They got Lily and headed downstairs to wait for the cops."

Beckett's mind drifted off and her heart tightened. The poor boy had heard his mother's screams and found her body. It took her back to January 1999, when her mother was murdered. This was one of those cases she would not lose any amount of hope on. She always did her best, but cases with a mother and a child in the mix were different. They always somehow connected her mind to the murder of Johanna Beckett.

That poor kid.

"Yoohoo! Beckett! Where'd you go?" Ryan said, his voice distant.

"Kate," Lanie called from a distant place. "Kate, honey, what's up?"

"Kate?" Castle reached for her hand, his light touch instantly brought her back to the real world.

"Um, so the son is giving a sketch. Anything else?" Kate said, slightly confused.

"Girl, he already explained everything else. Where did your mind go? Uh oh," Lanie said.

"What's uh oh?" Javier asked.

"Nothing. She's just kidding," Kate snapped.

"It's another one of those cases. The ones where she gets in over her head to figure it out as quickly as possible." Castle explained, knowingly.

"No! You guys are talking like you can read my mind! No, it's nothing. I'm just...tired." Kate retorted.

They all walked back outside. Castle and Beckett left the scene and got a ride back to the 12th Precinct with Ryan and Esposito, instead of getting a taxi.

"Shotgun! Aha! Too slow, Irish," Castle called as Esposito opened the driver's side door.

"Dammit!" Detective Ryan exclaimed.

"Actually, Castle, you don't get shotgun," Kate demanded, slapping her hand against the window, "I do."

"That's not fair! Beckett, I called it first!" Castle whined.

"I have more authority than you, writer boy."

"She's right, bro," Javier and Ryan said together.

"Dammit!"