Genre: Drama, Crime, Romance, Family, Humor
Rating: M for violence, language and sexual situations
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters featured on the show Castle, they belong to the creator of the show, ABC, and the others who do own them.
A/N #1: It was great to get the feedback I did for the last chapter so want to get straight to my thank yous for them! vetgirlmx (I was pleased to read that you thought the last chapter was nice first off. And also glad you liked the boat factor, don't worry, I can forget they're not still in the city sometimes myself so I know what you meant there. Had to smile at you asking if it was going to get good with the killer taunting them, can't answer that but you'll see what happens of course. Ah, and fantastic that I surprised you with the victim, not surprised you're not calling her crazy yet. And it was great that I could make you laugh with Castle referring to the orchestrator as the Master, lol. I was referring to the movie I mentioned (by the way, if you watch that one, I would suggest watching the MST3K treatment, it's the only way to get through it, lol) but I don't blame you at all for thinking of Dracula with that word. And I'm also happy that you thought it was a very Castle thing to do, calling him that, lol, I thought so too. I wasn't surprised to see you mentioning Eliza, or feeling sorry for her. And you got what I was doing, showing that she was afraid they were still arguing. I'm glad that you enjoyed the chapter a lot, also that you can't wait to read the next one which of course you can do now!), Beckett-Castle4ever (Nice to see you thought the last chapter was a good one. And happy that you think the case is getting good since that's what I aim for. I wasn't surprised when you mentioned getting a new lead causes them to get more info and more leads; that's usually what happens in an investigation or at least you would hope that happens of course. Pleased to read that you thought it was cute that Eliza had to check and see if Castle and Beckett were still working together. And happy to know you can't wait for the next chapter, which you can read now!), 32 (Was great to see you noticed the twists and turns, exactly what I was hoping for writing this one of course. And not surprised to see you're wondering if they'll end up finding who the killers is, or that you mentioned at least they're working together now. So glad to see you want the next chapter as you think it's getting good, and now you have that chapter!) and TORONTOSUN (Interesting to see you think that Castle and Beckett are acting like they know who the killer is already and not surprised you like that, I'm glad that you do!). Thanks so much for the reviews I really loved reading them and I also appreciate you all taking the time to send them to me!
A/N #2: The title of this chapter is a lyric from the song One by U2, from their album Achtung Baby.
In Your Head
"Yes, this is Chief Davis… No it wasn't your boat, another coming in to dock," Brad was saying on the phone. "Okay, you do, right we'll try and find it as soon as possible."
"So can you find it?" Beckett asked, leaning against the other side of the desk with Castle as they'd been watching him talking.
"That's the question," Brad said. "Wolfe, the Coast-"
"Press 6, we have them on speed dial," the man replied as he had been in a back room, talking on a radio.
Pressing the number, Brad looked at the two across from him and shook his head saying, "Pretty incredible he just slipped out."
"Considering that he is very similar in coloring to Mr. Fisher…" Castle began before he trailed off when the chief held his hand up to stop him.
"Yeah, I'm Chief Davis from the Hamptons PD, I'm contacting you to try and find a stolen boat," Brad said when someone on the other end picked up. "Yes, it's called Davy Jones' Locker and I have no idea where she's headed."
As Brad informed whoever was on the other end about the type of boat it was, Castle leaned over to his wife and murmured, "Are we sure this guy is legit?"
"You heard him talking to Hutchinson and he is," Beckett replied. "The fact that my dad knows him…"
"That was a surprise," Castle said, as it had turned out the owner of the boat; a Caleb Fisher; had been a past client of his father in law's. "But it helped us out too."
"Then why the question," Beckett said, looking at him as they half listened to Brad's half of the conversation.
"Just seeing if we could still go with the conspiracy idea," Castle said quickly before the chief was hanging up. "So?"
"Well, they did a quick search and nothing," Brad said with a deep sigh. "So he was able to cloak himself."
"Then that means he knows his way around ships," Beckett said. "Maybe the orchestrator picked them because they were similar and had a knowledge of sailing-"
"And he planned to use them to get away," Castle said hurried, knowing what his wife was thinking with that.
"Interesting theory but the bad news about that is he could possibly be well on his way to some other country by now with the orchestrator," Brad said.
"That's a problem," Beckett said. "And is it going to be for sure? They're not about to help us out in any way?"
"They are," Brad replied. "They're going to make a search with a helicopter, but only one. Since of course it's so expensive."
"Any way we could listen in on that?" Castle asked interestedly.
"Afraid not, they're on a closed channel," Brad said, not surprised he'd asked. "They'll call me when they're finished. In the meantime, I would like to call all the marinas I can in the area, I'm just not sure which direction to go," he said as they'd discussed the idea the killer might have tried to fool them into thinking he'd headed out to sea and had just docked somewhere on Long Island instead.
"I would go to the east," Beckett replied. "It would make it easier for him to take off into the Atlantic if he needed to."
"We'll start with that," Brad said, picking up the phone and looking at the computer in front of him with its list of marinas.
"Anything we can do in the mean time?" Castle asked before the chief started to dial.
"Not really, everything hinges on the boat," Brad replied. He then started to dial before telling Beckett, "I might have you join in calling me, there are a ton of numbers here."
"Actually, Chief," Wolfe said from the room behind them. "You can call in on this, most marinas have radios and they're on the same frequency."
"Would you mind doing that?" Brad asked. "I'd like to keep the fact we're looking for him quiet, in case our suspect can hear one of these radios." He listened to Wolfe make the announcement before nodding and turning to Castle and Beckett. "So now we wait for someone on there, or else the Coast Guard."
"Mind if we head outside for a second?" Castle asked suddenly. When his friend; looking a little confused; nodded he took Beckett's hand and led her out. "I'm not bringing you out here to make out or something," he told his wife quickly as he could see the look she was giving him out of the corner of his eye. "Just checking on something."
"What?" Beckett asked as he almost dragged her over to the point closest to the water without going to the boats.
"So we know the boat had enough fuel to go as far as… Delaware," Castle said.
"Right but that was if he was going in that direction, which he should since he wouldn't really be able to go across the Atlantic, not without carrying said fuel," Beckett said, watching him as he looked towards the left. She followed his gaze and was able to see what he saw. "You're thinking he tacked a little on purpose to throw us off-" she started to say.
"In case he wasn't able to cloak himself like Brad called it," Castle finished for her. "Right, so that would force him to dock somewhere here on the island."
"And we have absolutely no way to prove that," Beckett told him. "Though that's another reason why we called those other marinas."
"That worries me though, what if he hides the name somehow?" Castle asked.
"By what, painting over it or covering it? They'll notice," Beckett replied simply before she heard someone calling their names. "They found it?" she asked.
"Not the Coast Guard, a marina in Springs," Brad answered when the two were close enough to him to hear.
"Springs? So he hooked up around the end of the island… nice, so that would have hidden him," Castle commented.
"Since we would have concentrated on the marinas to the south of the island," Beckett said. "Was the person on the radio able to see him at all?"
"There's been no movement on the boat," Brad replied. "So I'm going to have to go alone with Bernier and Wade, Beckett."
"Alright, but I'll be there of course if you still need me," she replied with a slight nod.
"Believe me when I say I keep that in mind," Brad replied before they got into his squad car. He drove, leading Bernier and Wade in the other cruiser to the hamlet and the marina. "The one thing I'm wondering though," he commented as they were making their way north finally.
"The master?" Castle asked.
"No, well yes, the orchestrator," Brad said. "What's his take from this exactly?"
"I think he's behind the scenes," Castle said.
"I have to agree, he's setting this up, like a puppeteer," Beckett said. "Letting everything work as he sees fit. Did you ever get the idea that maybe he got those patients out of the hospital?"
"Tempted them?" Castle asked. When she nodded he nodded in return and told her, "Definitely the way this is going. But we'll have to see what happens once we get a hold of the faux Driscoll."
"Which we'll be doing soon," Brad said. When he noticed Beckett was looking at him he said, "I agree, it's very likely we'll have to dig a little deeper to see who the orchestrator is." The car fell silent then as he had to concentrate on getting to the marina though he was soon pulling into the parking lot and they rushed out of the car to the building where they could see a woman waiting in front of the door.
"Chief, the boat is down at slip eighteen," the woman called when they were close.
"Which direction?" Brad asked. He looked with Castle and Beckett towards the direction she pointed and the mast of the boat she identified was the one they were looking for.
When the chief then looked to her, Beckett said, "I would just go in, taking cover with the other boats but make sure that you don't reveal yourselves too soon," as she knew he was asking her opinion on how they should go in. "Once you get a pair of binoculars of course."
"Of course," Brad replied, holding up the small scope he'd brought. He looked through it and then handed it wordlessly to Beckett.
Studying what she could see of the top of the boat through the slightly tinted windows, Beckett couldn't see any kind of movement but knew that didn't mean anything. "Has anyone been coming off the ship or going to it?" she asked the worker as she handed the scope to Castle.
"No ma'am, it docked and the man aboard let me know via radio he was likely going to stay a while, he'd pay me around two," the woman replied.
"Did you ask why two?" Castle said, looking at her as he handed the scope back to Brad.
"The first charge comes two hours after docking, besides the standard fee we have," the woman answered. "I didn't really see a reason to demand payment from him until I realized you were looking for the boat."
"You didn't know," Brad said. "We're going to be boarding, just in case I'd like you and your employees inside to stay away from the windows and remain inside." When the woman went back in he turned to Castle and Beckett saying, "I'd tell you two to do the same if I thought you'd listen in any way. So instead, just keep back."
"We will," Beckett replied. "But I'm not kidding about calling me if it turns out you need me." When Brad nodded to her and then left with Bernier and Wade she said to Castle, "Really wish David hadn't added that clause."
"You know he's thinking of our daughters with that," Castle replied simply since it wasn't the first time his wife had chafed at having to hold back though she wasn't a cop anymore.
"I just hope they find him," Beckett said musingly. She nearly jumped when her phone rang, having been watching the three on the dock so intently.
"CSU?" Castle asked, recognizing the number on the screen.
"Brad must have told them to call me for now," Beckett said before she and Castle went back a little to the other side of the building so they could talk. "Beckett," she answered.
"Yeah, you might want to tell the chief that we took a look at the coil of rope your suspect bought," a woman said. "It was cut at the end."
"How much?" Castle asked.
"About four feet," the woman replied.
"Anything else?" Beckett asked, looking at her husband and knowing that he was thinking the same as her.
"No we'll call back if we get something but that you need to hear," the woman replied.
"Thank you," Beckett said. "So he's dead," she commented, putting away her phone and looking at the dock. By then the three had gone onto the boat and she sighed saying, "So the orchestrator again."
"Yeah, and with this…" Castle said, frowning. "He could be gone."
"We'll find something, at the very least the ID of whoever faux Driscoll is," Beckett said, knowing he was right.
Nodding, Castle walked with her back to where they'd been standing before the phone call and he was suddenly shoved aside as his wife in front of him stopped.
Before Beckett could recover from being grabbed from behind, she found she was being dragged over to the water and she was quick then to jab her elbow back as hard as she could into her attacker's ribs, hearing the exhale of breath as she was released. She fell onto her hands and knees from momentum as they'd still been moving and she threw herself back to see that Palmer was standing with an awl raised above her head while Castle was grabbing onto her arm. "Bernier!" she yelled to the officer as she jumped up and grabbed the woman's wrist; having looked back at the boat to find he was the first to step out onto the aft deck.
"She's…" Castle tried to say, finding he was having a hard time trying to keep Palmer from getting out of his grip. With Beckett helping him, he nodded to her and said, "The other, keep them apart."
Hoping that would work, Beckett hurried to the woman's other arm that had her hand clenched in a fist and once she had that wrist in her grip she and Castle started forcing her down.
"Bring them back," Bernier said, coming up to them. He grabbed Palmer's wrists and handcuffed them before taking her and making her stand.
"What the hell happened?" Brad asked, running over with Wade.
"She attacked Beckett," Castle said angrily. "Tried to stab her with that awl," he added, nodding to the weapon that had fallen to the concrete.
"Yeah, our murder weapon," Brad said. "Get her in your car and to holding," he told Bernier. When the two officers had left he asked Beckett, "Alright?"
"I'm fine, she didn't have time to do anything she was running too fast," she assured him, watching as Palmer was led away. "So anything in the boat?"
"Yeah, the faux Driscoll, who is actually Hector Bowen," Brad replied. "Dead; stabbed and then hung."
"She stabbed him?" Castle asked.
"She did, tried to hide it but of course the blood was a dead give away," Brad said. "And she used the rope from that coil he'd brought."
"CSU called us about that when you were getting on the boat," Beckett replied.
"Yeah come on, I have Devin coming to watch CSU, we need to get back to the station and interview our killer," Brad said before they headed back to his car.
As soon as they stepped into the bull pen, Castle, Beckett and Brad paused seeing all the desks were empty. But a scream from holding sent them running to find that all the officers where inside the cell where Palmer was, two holding her arms and Hutchinson trying to talk to her to calm her down.
"I'm only talking to them," Palmer was shrieking. She twisted to try and get out of the officers' grasp and she managed to see the others coming up. "To them, the writers," she nearly hissed.
"Let us," Beckett said quickly, putting her hand on Brad's shoulder when she saw him open his mouth to protest.
Looking at her, and then Castle, Brad nodded and then went into the cell saying, "Ms. Palmer? We'll let them talk to you but you have to calm down."
Laughing shortly, Palmer nodded saying, "Just let me speak to them."
"Do you want to go to a room to speak?" Beckett asked.
"No, here," Palmer said immediately.
"Everyone leave," Brad told the others. When they'd done so and Palmer was locked in the cell again he leaned toward Castle saying, "I'll be right outside to hear."
"So Ms. Palmer," Beckett said, going up to the mesh that blocked the woman from her and Castle who'd come over to stand with her. "What is it exactly you'd like to tell us? If it's your confession, it'd be better to speak with Chief Davis."
"He can hear me," Palmer said, gesturing with her chin to the door leading into holding. "I know he's there. Look, you have to know all of this was a plan."
"We're aware of it but why kill these women?" Castle asked.
Pushing back from the mesh, Palmer started to mutter a little under her breath before yelling, "No! No, I have to tell them! They need to know!"
Sharing a look with her husband, Beckett asked, "Who are you talking to?"
"To him," Palmer sighed. "He doesn't want you to know of course but this he said I can tell you. They all needed help, that's why me and Hines killed them and that's why and me and Bowen too."
"Were they the ones to kill them or was it you?" Beckett gently asked.
"Me," Palmer said with a wide smile on her face. "He wasn't sure but I told him I could do it, I knew if I just went up, like this," she told them, demonstrating an upwards stabbing motion with her hand. "It'd kill them without any problem. And slower too," she added, nodded her head with the same smile still on her face. "He wanted that, to help them you know."
"Why did they need your help?" Castle asked, more and more disturbed as the woman continued to speak.
"I don't know," Palmer said vaguely. "He just said they did… but he was smart and he told us we all needed help and he said we'd get help."
"But Hines and Bowen are dead," Beckett replied.
"It's what they wanted," Palmer said, beaming at them. "They just had to help him and then they got it."
"And you?" Castle asked, wondering if he wanted to know.
"I had to kill them and then I could go home," Palmer said.
"To your apartment," Beckett said.
"That's only temporary," Palmer said, sighing and shaking her head. "No, my home is the hospital and I didn't want to go but they said I was all better." She wrinkled her nose and shook her head again saying, "Now I can stay for good."
"Can you tell us who he is?" Beckett asked then.
"I don't know," Palmer replied. "He never said his name." She then gave a girlish giggle that made the hairs stand up on the back of Castle and Beckett's necks and said, "He knew you would want to know, so he never let us see him."
"What about his voice?" Castle asked.
"He would change it when he saw us," Palmer replied.
"And it was just you, Hines and Bowen?" Beckett said. When Palmer nodded she glanced at Castle and then said to the woman. "Is there anything else he would want you to tell us?"
"Yes," the woman said quickly. "That it's over." She then turned away and went to sit down saying, "All done," in a very girlish tone.
At that point, Beckett knew the woman wasn't going to say any more; that she probably didn't have any more to tell them; and she tugged gently on Castle's sleeve to signal to him to go. As they turned, they both froze when she heard the woman start to chant a rhyme and she looked at her husband before they walked out to where Brad was waiting for them.
"Did you hear that?" Castle asked the chief.
"Yeah, I'm going to have to recommend the county psychiatrist come in to speak to her," Brad replied. "And have them mention her going back to the hospital to get her to talk to them."
"Yeah, good idea," Castle replied. "You think she's telling the truth? Or is she the orchestrator."
"It depends," Beckett said then.
"You think she's suffering from multiple personality disorder?" Brad asked.
"No," Beckett replied before he'd finished speaking. "It's someone, though I'm pretty sure she's not kidding that the orchestrator hid his identity."
"Me neither, considering that he used everyone else to commit these murders," Castle said.
"Alright, so then I guess we're at a standstill on the orchestrator until I have a better chance to talk to her… or the psychiatrist does," Brad said with a sigh.
"And you're not going to try and look for him?" Castle said.
"They're looking through what we know about Palmer, Hines and Bowden," Brad said, nodding to two of his officers. "They're especially looking through Bowden."
"Do you have anything yet about him?" Beckett asked.
"On my desk, I called it in to Hutchinson," Brad reminded them. He led them over to his office and to his desk where he picked up the file that was there, reading through it. "Okay, so he's; he was; thirty three and was also at the Buffalo hospital," he began.
"You need to look into that place," Castle said. "Who was his doctor?"
"A Dr. Emma Svendson," Brad read. "He was treated for manic depression with slight schizophrenia… slight?"
"It might have been the start of it," Beckett suggested.
"If Alexis was here she'd be able to answer that," Castle said.
"Okay, so yes we'll have to look into that hospital, I'd like to talk with Palmer's doctor… and Hines'" Brad replied.
"And do you need us for that?" Castle asked, sharing a look with his wife before they looked back at the chief.
"Not really, it's just grunt work," Brad said absently before he closed the file and looked up at them. "And of course looking into Bowden, more desk work."
"The orchestrator?" Beckett said.
"That's going to take more time but at the moment…" Brad said. "Look," he hurried to say when the two looked at each other again. "I know you don't want to stop but the only thing I'd need you for is the desk work."
"Which we can still do," Beckett replied. "If you're worried about us missing Julia's class, we won't, if we leave here in an hour."
"Deal?" Castle asked.
"Yes," Brad said, shaking his head though he was smiling slightly at them. "Okay, then if you really want to help still, I'd have to ask if you two could look into that escape the hospital had."
"Will the hospital talk to us though?" Castle asked.
"You didn't let me finish," Brad replied. "With me, so yes, they'll talk to us." He went around his desk to sit down, turning his phone to speaker before he dialed the number of the hospital. After a receptionist answered he introduced himself and then said, "I'd like to speak with the head of security."
"This is Dwayne Walsh, head of hospital security," a man on the other end said after the chief had been transferred.
Listening in as Brad asked Walsh about the escape, Beckett was surprised when the man played it down immediately, looking at Castle. She gestured him to lean over and then whispered into his ear, "He might think he'll get in trouble."
"Well, we can e-mail you the footage but I'm not sure what you'll find," Walsh was saying as Castle nodded in agreement with his wife.
"I'd still like to see that," Brad replied. "And you're sure there was no one else missing?"
"No," Walsh said simply. "Is there anything else?"
"That's all, thank you," Brad said before he hung up.
"Did Judge Carpenter ever get back to you on the warrants?" Beckett asked.
"Not yet, she's presiding over a case so I'm sure she hasn't gotten to mine yet," the chief said before he leaned back. "So… time to chew the fat?"
"You have bizarre phrases, it would have been interesting to see you and Castle when you were younger," Beckett said in amusement.
"That's it?" Brad said as Hutchinson had come in then with a paper.
"All I could find, he was in and out of institutions from about twelve," the officer said before leaving.
"Did he have a juvie record?" Castle asked.
"No," Brad replied, reading.
"What is it?" Beckett asked.
"He had a job from the time he was released; a month ago; until now," the chief replied, looking up at them.
"And now we know why all this didn't happen sooner," Beckett replied. "He needed to wait for everyone to be able to join in."
"And finish up any last minute planning," Castle added to that. "What about the job."
"It was a marina in Oyster Bay," Brad said. "I better call," he then told them after thinking for a moment. Picking up the phone, he called the number that came with the job and was quickly speaking to the owner.
"Oh yeah, I hired him, said his name was Sylvester Driscoll but he only worked a week and a half and then went missing on Saturday," the man was saying. "Never showed up for his shift."
"Was there ever anyone with him, or meeting him there?" Beckett asked.
"Not to my knowledge," the man replied before there was the muffled sound of him talking to someone in the background. "Nah, no one here; they had the same shift as him; they don't remember anyone coming in. And he mostly kept to himself, so it wasn't like we got to know him too well."
"Alright, thank you sir, I appreciate your cooperation," Brad said before he hung up the phone. "Okay, so I just got the surveillance footage angled towards the woods."
"I don't know," Beckett said doubtfully as she and Castle went to walk around him to watch. "If it took them hours to find them… unless of course-"
"The orchestrator met them closer to the building?" Brad asked.
"You're starting to become entrapped in our web of mind melding; watch it," Castle said jokingly to his friend. "Maybe but again, highly doubtful he'd be that sloppy when he's been this careful about himself."
"Amazing he wanted so many patsies," Brad said. "So you two think he was further away?"
"Much further away," Beckett said as the chief then opened up a picture that had been attached to the e-mail the security guard had sent. It turned out to be an aerial map of the hospital grounds; with an x in black over the area the patients had been found. "So yeah, he's not going to be there."
"Still need to watch and see," Brad said, though his clipped tone betrayed the fact that he wasn't expecting the orchestrator there either.
The scene was in black and white and the three patients started to walk in single file away from the camera, further into the woods in the waning daylight. They kept walking until they disappeared and the clip jumped to the three being escorted by three guards in the light of morning.
"Okay, so that's why the newspaper had the story," Brad replied. He then went to the map again and said, "Yeah, no cameras on the outside so the orchestrator was aware of that…" He then went to the phone and dialed the security guard at the hospital before he asked the man, "Do you have any guards that have recently left the job, have been fired or else are on vacation right now?"
"Um, no to the first two," the guard replied. "And as for the last… yeah."
"His name?" Brad said, looking up at Castle and Beckett.
"Sydney Dewey," the guard said. "But he's in Alaska, he has a cabin there and there's no electricity, no phone reception. I mean, I'll give you his number, but it won't go through."
"Alright," Brad said as he hurriedly wrote the number down. "Do you happen to know if he had any conflicts with patients in the past?"
"No, he was well liked as he assisted the nurses in taking them around the grounds for walks," Walsh replied.
When Brad had hung up with the man, Castle and Beckett watched him speak to the person in charge of hiring nurses and doctors but there was no one with the same initials as the aliases and the guard; or anyone having quit or been fired. They looked on as he dialed the number for the guard but weren't surprised when it went straight to voicemail.
"A wife?" Beckett asked.
"No he's single, no kids," Brad said. "Only child too."
"He's here," Castle said. "He had to be, there's no way everyone involved could follow his instructions down to the letter."
"Yeah, I agree, so it's not Dewey and now we have the reason for the s names," Brad said. "If there's been no conflict, then they just targeted him randomly."
"Or because of the cabin," Beckett pointed out.
"Because of the cabin," Brad said with a nod. "Okay, so, we have looked through this and I think we're set enough with the hospital that short of flying up to Buffalo we've gotten all we can."
"So does that mean we go?" Castle asked.
"You need to," Brad replied. "Though I need you to sign the paperwork… later, it's too soon."
"So is the case over?" Castle said.
"To a degree," the chief said as he stood up while they went to where their coats were. "I'm not giving up on the orchestrator of course but there's nothing much we can do on that end. But should I get anything else, I'll call you."
"Just not in the morning," Beckett told him as she was putting on her scarf.
"That's right, you're heading to Eliza's class," Brad said as he then walked with them to the lobby. "Should be fun."
"I just hope they all pay attention," Castle said. "But yeah, it'll be interesting to see her in class for a little."
"I'll text you in the morning," Brad told Beckett. "And you can come or not, that's your choice."
"I'll wait for him to join me," Beckett said, nodding to her husband.
"As I had expected," Brad said with a slight smile. "Alright, thanks for your help again, I appreciate it and you know all the rest."
"We'll see you Brad," Castle said, shaking his hand before Beckett did the same.
"Call us," Beckett told him as they left. When he promised them he would she and her husband went to their car and she said, "You feel the same."
"Of course, the orchestrator is somewhere out there," Castle said as they got inside. "But Brad and the others are going to need to look for him for now, we wouldn't really get far."
"Yeah, we should hurry," Beckett said, getting her phone out of her pocket. She texted Rebecca that they were on their way and then continued saying, "We'll just manage to make it for the last hour."
"Great I was hoping we could, considering…" Castle started to say. He trailed off and then shook his head, "Seems like that argument was a long, long time ago."
"I know but stop thinking that," Beckett said, taking his hand and squeezing it. "We're fine; we should focus our attention on the girls now."
"So we're done with paying some slight attention to us?" Castle asked. He laughed when his wife squeezed his hand harder than before and said, "Alright, you know best."
"You already agreed with me," Beckett said with a slight roll of her eyes. Since they were stopped at a light she leaned over, kissing him on the cheek before sitting back in her chair. With a last squeeze of his hand she let go, leaning back against her seat as he made his way to their daughters' school.
