I'm ba-ack! I return to you with a Gifted Education Diploma in Academic Excellence and a University Acceptance for the fall. Woot! I know I promised I would have this sooner but end of the year things took a bit longer than expected so I'm a very sorry. I do, however, return with a plan for 'Glass Slippers', I Dream of Murder', 'Turnabout', two seperate one shots AND a new multi-chapter fic to be released in the next month. I'll have updates for my regular stories within the next few days, I promise. Now on to this chapter.

Moving Day is probably one of my favorite stories to write so I'm glad you guys like it too. I'm hoping you'll enjoy this little bit of fun here and that it will help you forget that it's been over a month since I last updated. This particular chapter is dedicated to DarlingDracorex to whom I promised to write this scene for over a month ago. I told you I would update. I just didn't say when.

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It had been three hours since the little incident in the interrogation room. No one else seemed to have witnessed their moment of weakness so everything went back to almost normalcy. Montgomery had been in and out of his office but he refused to look at either Beckett or Castle and Ryan had returned from his lunch after an hour but he still hadn't said a single word to the couple and he barely looked up from his paperwork.

Shortly after Ryan had left, the humour had worn off and the magnitude of the situation they were in truly hit them. Three of the closest people in their life had just witnessed them having sex – and one of them was their boss. This was not good for their relationship. They still hadn't discussed what put them in that situation so they decided it was best for everyone if it was just never brought up again. Esposito still hadn't returned and they were starting to become slightly concerned for their friend's safety.

"Hey Ryan…" Beckett tried to act casual for his sake but it just didn't work. Her voice cracked a little and her Irish partner still didn't look up when he acknowledged her.

"Yeah Beckett?"

"Have you heard from Esposito?"

"Yeah he texted me about an hour ago and said he would be taking the rest of the day off; said something about not feeling well. I already cleared it with the Captain." Beckett was a little shocked. Neither of the boys had taken any time off without talking to her first since… since forever. Well she couldn't really blame them for feeling a little awkward around them but it still stung a little.

"Oh." She said simply before standing. She needed some coffee anyways so she took the opportunity to take a private moment and get over herself. As she was about to enter the break room with her mug of coffee, she heard someone exclaim in surprise and she turned just as a painter lost the grip on his spray can of paint and he grabbed with his other hand, his index finger landing on the trigger.

The force of his catch cased the fumes to release from the canister, spraying directly in Beckett's face. She immediately shut her mouth and closed her eyes, placing her free hand in front of her face to shield herself. After a moment, she turned away to cough and stumbled into the break room. Still waving away excess fumes, she began making her espresso.

By the time her beverage was ready and she was walking back to her seat, she felt more light-headed than clear-headed. She nearly missed her chair as she sat down in a daze and had Castle not moved the chair forward to catch her, she would have met the floor and the coffee would have met her blouse; and she still wasn't wearing a bra – as much as Rick would have loved to see his fiancée in a wet shirt, this was not the place or time. This was the place and time to make sure that the detective he was shadowing was alright.

"You okay?" He chuckled lightly, trying to make the question without consequence.

"Yeah," she grabbed her head, placing the mug safely on her desk "just a little woozy I guess. I must have inhaled some of those paint fumes." Nodding in concerned understanding, he withdrew his hand from her's and sat back, watching her look back at her pile of paperwork out of the corner of his eye. For a few minutes she was feeling a little drowsy and then it seemed like she was suddenly given a bottle of caffeine pills.

She was wide awake, fully alert, and… giggling? This was not good.

When he heard her giggle, he looked at her and then looked down at her paperwork and stared wide-eyed at the doodles she had drawn all over it. She hadn't written a single word, simply drawn rainbows, stars and stick bunnies.

He looked at her to find her grinning proudly and poorly holding back a stifle. He grabbed the side of her face to hold her steady while he looked directly into her eyes. Her pupils were completely dilated.

"Oh my god you're high." He muttered, subconsciously praying that no one else noticed them. They had gotten enough attention today.

"No I'm not." She smiled brightly, starting to swing side to side in her chair. Alright he needed to get her out of here quickly.

"Alright Kate, you need to stay here for two seconds I'm just going to talk to Captain Montgomery okay?" He didn't wait for her to register his voice before he was dashing towards the Captain's office. After explaining that Kate was feeling under the weather – they both had paused to watch Beckett twirl around in her chair – Castle left the office but somewhere in the last thirty seconds, she had disappeared.

Oh Shit, he thought, running towards Ryan's desk, this will not end well.

"Ryan, did you see where Beckett went?" The Irishman looked at him a little dazed for a moment before pointing towards the elevator.

"I saw her skip out of here. Is she okay?"

"Yeah," Castle answered distractedly "she's just tired."

He almost didn't hear Ryan mutter 'I bet' as he ran head on down the stairs – figuring it would be faster – and was right out the door. Out in the real world, he had no idea which direction Kate had gone in. He had no idea what sort of mental state she was in and he had no idea what was going to happen once he found her. That's when he heard a girl stumble into a hotdog stand at the end of the street and he turned to see a very giddy Kate apologizing to the vendor who was between amused and extremely annoyed at her. Acting quickly, Rick ran and grabbed Kate around the shoulders, pulling her towards the road where he intended to hail a taxi to take them home.

"Come on honey, let's get you home." She suddenly stopped and frowned.

"What did I say about calling me honey?" He winced. She remembered.

"Sorry-"

"You need to pick a better name for me."

"Like what?" He kept speaking as he raised his arm to hail the taxi that wasn't stopping for him, hoping to distract her into not running away.

"I don't know something better." Then she looked at him and whispered in his ear. "Something really dirty." She bit his ear a little too hard and he pulled his face away from her's.

"I'll tell you what we'll talk about this when we get home."

"Mmm home." She mumbled, resting her head against his chest. The woman was changing emotions like that. It was starting to worry him. "I like that we're living together; I don't even care that you spoke to the press about us."

He did a double take, lowering his hand just before the taxi saw him.

"What? I never talked to the press."

"I read the article that was released today. They said you had talked to them about us moving in." He pulled her back so he could look into her dilated eyes.

"Kate I swear I never said anything to the press about us; at all. I would never do that." She looked at him innocently for a moment before she reached for the back of his neck and smiled.

"I believe you." And then her tongue was trying to lick the back of his neck from the inside. The smutty writer in him was enjoying every sensation that she was bringing out as her tongue explored his mouth and her almost perfectly manicured hands explored his ass, moulding it like playdough. However the sensible fiancée knew that they were in a very public place and managed to pull apart just long enough for him to drag her in the opposite direction of the onlookers. He wasn't in the mood to go crowd swimming.

They had made it a few blocks together when Kate suddenly became very interested in something across the street. Deciding that she had to check it out right away, she stepped out onto the busy street and safely walked across in a daze while Rick was nearly hit three times on his way over. He caught up to her as she entered Central Park.

"What are you doing?" He cocked his head to the side as he watched her approach one of the larger trees.

"Why don't you come up here and find out." She giggled as she disappeared from his sight. Shaking his head, knowing he would regret this, he followed her to the tree and was about half way into the branches, mostly obscured from the outside world, when a hand grabbed his collar and he lost his balance. He caught himself on a branch, his back balanced over the top of it and once he was sure that he wouldn't fall, he opened his eyes. Leaning against the trunk of the tree, her bare feet dangerously close to his thighs was a very sultry looking Kate – he vaguely remembered seeing her high heels thrown near the base of the tree. She pointed her toe and it brushed across the tip of his crotch, causing him to jump and shuffle back slightly, a task not easily accomplished when you are balancing on a tree branch.

"Kate we should get down now." He stuttered, knowing that look in her eyes. She may be a little high but she seemed to know what she was doing. She tucked her legs under herself and began to crawl cautiously over to Rick's very helpless body, her hips and shoulder blades twisting as she moved.

"Oh come on Ricky," he found her mouth millimetres away from his ear "let's have some fun first." She licked the inside of his ear and he shuddered involuntarily. He had to focus; he needed to get her home before they both did something very stupid. He closed his eyes as her knee brushed over his pants and he realised just how effective Kate was at turning him on no matter where they were. She manoeuvred so that she was sitting on his centre, his legs tucked around his legs and he grabbed her hips as he felt the branch begin to sway slightly. He pushed her backwards and used her weight to pull himself with her so that her back was pressed up against the truck and his knees were tucked up, supporting her ass. She leaned her head back and he saw her chest rise in a sigh, remembering what was underneath that blouse – or rather, wasn't. She rolled her shoulders forward, coming all the way down to his face, her lips hovering over his. With a smile, she deserted his face move straight for his collar bone, placing open mouthed kissed all the way to the top of his shirt. She arched her back into him, her chest spilling out of her shirt, as she pulled the buttons of his shirt off one by one, trailing her tongue and teeth after her fingers.

He knew it was a stupid thing to let her keep going but he couldn't let go of the tree so all he could do was watch as she opened his shirt torturously slow and graze her nails across his nipples as her tongue reached his clenched stomach.

Such torture.

He squeezed her hips a little tighter as he felt his erection press against her core and she hummed against his stomach. Knowing exactly what she was planning, he clenched his stomach muscles and pushed forward, coming to a sitting position in front of Kate who was consequently thrust against the tree, causing her chest and hips to drive farther forward, directly into Rick. Using all of his weight, he held her against the tree while his mouth found her's in nothing less than a passionate, heated moment. He felt her moan and reach for his belt buckle but he stopped her and held both of her hands above her head, her body sinking lower and closer to Rick's. This time he didn't stop her when her hips circled and ground into his and he pushed her a little farther against the trunk, pulling their cores tighter together.

Kate, ever in the playful mood, snickered as she left his lips to run her tongue up to his ear and blow ever so gently into it, producing a primal growl from Rick's chest – one he didn't acknowledge as he was too busy ravaging her neck. Satisfied with the result, she tried again but this time he did acknowledge it and proceeded to suck roughly on her collar bone. Overcome by a painful pleasure, she grabbed the lapels of his open shirt and pushed back in order to take back control of the situation. Rick, however, was not expecting this and struggled to regain his balance… a little too late.

Before either could really acknowledge what was happening, Rick had fallen to the side, flipped over his shoulder and landed in a heap on the grass. He looked up at Kate who was stunned for a moment before she burst into a fit of laughter at his expense – and at their situation. Rick was about to join her when he felt a shadow looming over him. He lifted his gaze to see a uniformed officer glaring down at him with an amused eyebrow raised.

"Hello officer." The man was about to respond when the two men suddenly heard a squeal and a thump as Kate landed beside Rick, her hair in tangles and her shirt completely askew, exposing most of her breasts. She was winded for a moment but she turned her face up towards the officer and smiled as though she were simply pacing him by on the street.

"Hey Jerry, what's up?" Both eyebrows shot up as the officer recognized the hard-core detective – a phrase that suddenly found new meaning.

"Detective Beckett?" Kate sat up in the grass and fixed her hair as she turned to stand but didn't both adjusting her top so when she faced Jerry the officer, he had a very nice view of her front; one that Rick did not appreciate. Standing quickly, Rick faced Kate and swiftly pulled her top down, holding her hands still when she tried to undo a few of the buttons.

'Behave' he mouthed to her before turning back to the new-comer.

"Hey, Jerry was it? We are so sorry about this; I'm just going to take Kate home if that's alright with you?" Jerry was still trying to blink away images of Beckett so resorted to nodding as Rick lead his very dazed and playful fiancée the long way out of Central Park and towards the street where he was hoping to finally claim a cab.

The needed to get home. Now.