Genre: Family, Crime, Drama, Romance, 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: Wanna say that I'm taking artistic license with some geography here, to make it work better for what I was writing.

A/N #2: I was really happy seeing the reviews I got for this chapter of course, and need to say thank you for them all! pcol22 (I wasn't surprised to see you were worried about Castle and Beckett fighting, I know I always am when it's on the show. But yeah, had to have them make up! And yeah, I guess Julia is a bit spoiled, lol, didn't mean for it to seem like that, but it turned out that way. And of course, really glad you want to read more of the story!), vetgirlmx (It was nice seeing your reaction about Neville, wasn't surprised you didn't want it to turn out like that, I think a number of readers didn't, but I did like that I surprised you with that. Not surprised you want to keep reading and seeing what'll happen next, also glad to see that too, was nice to read! Was really happy to see your reaction to Alexis calling herself Julia's big sister, was wondering what the reaction would be from readers, though I knew they'd like that. And that's why there wasn't too much reaction from Beckett and Julia with that, 'cause like you said, Alexis and Julia have been like that at the beginning. So was happy to see you catching that!), wendykw (Had to laugh at your comment about makeup sex, I actually ended it where I did, because I didn't want to be absolutely clear if that's what they were doing or not, I wanted the readers to guess for themselves. But not surprised that you went the fact that they were going to have make up sex. And actually I saw that The Final Nail was on the other day, so funny that it was around the time I posted the last chapter), sammysgirl78 (I had to laugh at your reaction to Neville as well, but not surprised you didn't like her. Also not surprised you want them to get back to their vacation without the case to work on as well, I know a lot of readers do. I was happy that you liked the family time in the last chapter, was trying to write that well so glad I did. And I loved reading that you think I write them so well as a family that you can forget Julia's not Castle and Beckett's biologically, definitely a great thing for me to see! Also had to laugh that you said their argument was classic, was what I was trying to write of course. And I'm glad to see you too could see the Westlake case in this one, was what I was trying to write, lol. I like seeing that on the show, Beckett's character growing and her not really holding back, but with my stories, with her being a mother at this point, I don't see her as not going to Castle to apologize to him. I had to laugh that you too thought they were having makeup sex at the end, but not surprised either. Another thing, also happy that you want to read more too!), TORONTOSUN (Again, I was glad to see that you too liked the Westlake eppy reference in the last chapter. Not surprised you mentioned Julia getting emotional with the fight, figured that she would be of course and happy that you thought she should be of course. And had to laugh at your comment about them finishing the case so they can shop, but it's true, that's what they do, wrap up the case!) and 41319always41319 (Really laughed at the first thing you said in your review. And again, not surprised you're leaning towards them having makeup sex too. But I am sorry about stopping where I did, but, I will make it up to you and the other readers, believe me! Anyways, also happy that you liked my reference to the Westlake case too. And laughed too at you calling Julia's tantrum funny and cute, though not surprised 'cause she doesn't do stuff like that too often and I thought it would be a funny way for her to try and keep them there in the city, lol, so glad you liked that. Oh, and right, probably not fun picking up her clothes for Castle and Beckett, you're right. And was a bit surprised seeing you want Neville to go down, but was great to see the sentiment there!). So a big thanks to all of you who reviewed, I definitely appreciated the time taken for each one and loved reading them too!

A/N #3: The title of this chapter is a lyric from the song Turned Out by Paul McCartney, from the deluxe version of his album New.

Into The Ocean

"Good morning folks," the older man said to Castle and Beckett as they approached the entrance to the pier he was coming out of.

"Have the San Francisco Police been here yet?" Beckett asked.

"The police? Oh, that's right, they're down at the ship on the end, said to let you two right in," the man said, standing aside for them. "Told you to head on board as soon as you got here."

"Thanks," Castle said, looking down at his phone. "Nothing," he told Beckett as they walked past the empty berths and ships parked at the pier.

"How's your reception?" Beckett asked.

"Right now it's gone, but why the hell he won't answer when he seemed so interested last night I don't know," Castle said, shaking his head. He slipped his phone into his pocket and looked ahead at the ship they were heading to. "Not bad, I wouldn't mind living on the ship too."

"If she's our accomplice, then she's pretty brazen," Beckett commented as they neared the boat.

"True, I would have been long gone by now," Castle said. "Though I'm sure they could have tracked her."

Beckett didn't answer, seeing someone moving around on the boat. "I think that's Markowitz," she told him, seeing a figure that looked like the man walking past the windows.

"After you," Castle said when they reached the steps. "Think they used the SWAT team here?" he asked when they were on deck.

"Unlikely, though I wonder why Markowitz didn't wait for us," Beckett said, feeling a little uneasy. She heard someone moving below, and she looked at Castle saying, "I'll head down, look around and see if he's up here."

Nodding, Castle waited to watch Beckett go down the steps, but hesitated to leave; wanting to make sure she would be okay. He waited a little, and when he heard her calling out the detective's name, he finally turned and went to the wheelhouse.

"Detective?" Beckett asked, coming into the bedroom at the bow. She heard curtains flapping in the wind coming in from an open porthole, and saw there was a leg sticking out of a bunk on the side of the wall. She ran to it, parting the curtain covering the bed there since she was wearing gloves for the cold. Seeing the body of a woman with long brown hair, she breathed in slightly, and then reached down to check her pulse.

"Kate, we need to go," Castle said, running down the steps. "Kate?" he asked when she didn't answer. He turned and saw her in the room down the hall, going to her. "We have to go, there's a man in the wheelhouse, a suicide note next to his body; bullet under his chin."

"Same with her," Beckett said, nodding to the woman. "Her note," she told him, holding up a piece of paper which she'd been reading. "What does the man look like?"

"Like the sketch, the one without the strange eyebrow," Castle said as she set the paper down. He took her arm and led her up on deck before they got back onto the pier.

"They killed them, even if they forced them to commit suicide," Beckett said as they started to walk quickly back to the gate. "Erin, you didn't think we'd see that," she said under her breath angrily.

"So you figured things out I guess," a voice said behind the two. When they abruptly stopped and turned around, Neville said, "But then it doesn't matter what you think, things'll be wrapped up shortly. Are we ready Luther?"

Looking back the way they'd come, Castle and Beckett weren't too surprised to see the man that had trapped them on Alcatraz, and who had been at the hospital the day before, was standing behind them with a gun. Though it was pointed away from them, his finger was on the trigger and they knew he could aim it at them in a short amount of time.

Hearing the creak of the wood of the dock, Beckett turned and staggered back as she was suddenly slapped in face with the back of a hand. She looked up at her friend, Neville lowering her hand as she could feel blood trickling slowly from her nose.

"Turn around," Neville said, pointing the gun quickly in Castle's face as he started to lurch towards her. "Put those on her now, is the boat ready?" she asked as she handed a pair of handcuffs to him, directing the question to the killer.

While Neville was looking over at the man she was calling Luther, Castle started to move, intending to get her gun. But she turned to look at him the second the wood underneath their feet creaked at his moment, and she took a single step forward.

Groaning out in pain as Neville took a hunk of her hair on the back of her head and pulled to tilt her head back, Beckett felt the muzzle of the gun against her chin.

"I'm looking for the excuse, but I would prefer to go along with our plan," Neville nearly hissed at Castle. "Put the handcuffs on her, now."

Nodding, to get her to let go of his fiancée, Castle took Beckett's wrists and whispered an earnest, "I'm sorry," hesitating as long as he dared before starting to close the first cuff around her left wrist.

"Luther," Neville said once she had heard the click of both handcuffs. She looked on as the man handcuffed Castle and also kept an eye on Beckett. "We really could have had this set. I would have been gone the second I was finished at Union Square, but you had to come along. Though, I guess I should thank fate for giving me this chance. Something I always wanted to do. Let's go."


"Okay?" Castle whispered as they were huddled close together, trying to withstand the constant gusty winds.

"I don't know," Beckett said. "If we get back to the city then yes. I… I didn't know she hated me."

"I don't think anyone knew," Castle said. He was quiet as Luther walked over towards them and he tried to put himself in front of Beckett. When the man stepped back enough, he whispered to her, "We couldn't try?"

"I told you no," Beckett said before leaning over to spit out the last of the blood that had gotten into her mouth. As they'd gotten on the yacht, Neville had slapped her again, shoving her face first to the deck, a scrape accompanying the bloody nose she had. "We could knock them out, but without any way to get the handcuffs off…"

"Believe me, I wouldn't recommend trying," Neville said, walking over to them then. "Luther, drive, I can take care of them."

"Is she set for now," the man asked.

"She's set," Neville said. She looked on and watched as he tried to hit Castle with the butt of his gun, but she called out, "Enough, you'll probably have a chance later to do worse."

"Idiot clocked me on Alcatraz," Luther said. He then punched at Castle as he was getting up from ducking his hit; that time connecting with his jaw and knocking him back.

"Luther, you need to drive the boat," Neville said sharply. "I'll handle them."

"Why are you doing this?" Castle asked as he got back up, assuring Beckett he was okay. "Or let her go, you know she has a daughter, let her go back to her daughter and just take me as hostage."

"Wow, your reputation is horrible if you're thinking that," Neville said with a slight smirk. "We're not taking you as hostages. And I could care less you're a mother Beckett."

Hearing the sudden rage there, Beckett had a sudden realization and said, "So you knew she was going to abort the baby."

"Yeah, from the pictures you sent Markowitz I guess you saw our argument about that. Barbara was so scared the baby was Luther's, and I could have cared less, it was our baby; the four of us," Neville said. "But it doesn't matter now, they'll think it was those two on the boat who were behind all of this, and Luther and I will be free to find others."

Swallowing hard as she walked back around them and was out of hearing range, Beckett whispered, "So Markowitz has no idea where we are. But… your mom and Alexis do."

Castle merely nodded, knowing she was trying to be optimistic, though they both knew no one was worried about them at that moment except themselves. "You'll get out of this," he told her, thinking of Julia who had no idea that her mother had been at risk the moment she had stepped out onto Union Square. "I'll make sure."

"No, not without you Castle, don't ask me to do that again," Beckett said in slight panic and a little frustration as she couldn't help remember Flight 139.

"And here we are," Neville said from behind the two. "Beautiful Alcatraz."

Looking ahead of them, Castle and Beckett saw that they were at the island, on the northern side of it. They stood up at the same time, looking for the ferry boats that might report to the Coast Guard about the yacht they were on.

"We're drifting unfortunately," Luther said sarcastically, coming out of the wheelhouse and seeing the two scanning the water. "And our rudder is stuck at the moment. But we're working to fix it. Get to the railing," he said shoving Castle with one hand to the left.

"Up on the boxes," Neville said, pushing Beckett to the side with her gun. "Alright, the water is pretty choppy today," she said once Castle and Beckett were standing almost even with the railings on boxes they'd placed there before kidnapping the two. "And cold of course." She cocked the gun as Luther did the same next to her and said, "Jump." When the two hesitated she made an exasperated noise in the back of her throat and said, "Jump!" before she hit Beckett on the back with her gun to edge her forward.

Glancing at Castle as she managed to stop herself from toppling over, Beckett took a step up onto the railing, keeping one foot on the box as the boat was moving in the water. She looked back at Neville and Luther, thinking for a moment they could jump on them, but knew immediately it would be impossible. The killer was standing enough behind Neville that he would easily shoot them as they were falling onto her. Glancing down into the waves which were far below them she turned to her fiancé with a sense of despair as she could see no way out, and barely whispered, "I love you."

Castle opened his mouth, but hesitated, looking down quickly before saying, "I love you too."

"Cute, can we just shoot them now Erin?" Luther sneered.

"No, but she can get off the fucking boat now," Neville snarled as she stepped up onto the box, kicking out and planting her foot square into Beckett's back, knocking her off the ship.

Without time to react, Beckett could only struggle in the few seconds she had to straighten out, but she hit the water at an angle, and nearly choked on the frigid water of the bay as it went up her nose. The cold was instant and sharp though she was wearing a heavy coat and the water was murky as it enveloped her. Her hands still cuffed behind her back, she was kicking her legs as hard as she could, looking up at the rays breaking through the surface as she could see they were getting further from her since she couldn't fight the current and her coat was absorbing the bay waters, starting to weigh her down.

Not waiting for the two to push him off the boat as well, Castle leapt off the railing, hitting the water hard. The rush of cold nearly knocked the wind out of him, but he tried to recover as quickly as he could and struggled with the cuffs on his left wrist as he tried to fight the weight of his wet clothes dragging him further under and overpowering his legs trying to tread the water. His handcuff key snapped the cuff open, and he shot up to the surface as fast as he could, taking as rapid a gasp of air as he could before he plunged back into the water, the key in his smallest pocket of his jeans.

Sinking steadily as her legs were quickly growing numb, Beckett could almost see her life flashing before her eyes. She tried to get a second wind as she thought of her daughter and her fiancé, but her lungs burned, and she couldn't fight the darkness reaching for her; letting herself go. She almost didn't feel the arms around her waist, but when Castle crushed his lips to hers, passing her a breath she sucked it in and let him carry her back up as she came back to herself. Kicking her legs, she could feel him doing something with the handcuffs on her and she realized he'd gotten his off somehow. The second he had one free from her right wrist, they broke the surface and she coughed out the water that had managed to get into her lungs.

"Are you okay?" Castle coughed, holding her up though she was able to tread the water. He hit her back a couple times and said, "Come on, we can make it to the island." Before he could swim in that direction though, there was the sound of a shot, and he jerked back as a bullet sliced the water in front of him.

"Impressive, I thought the Bay would do the work for us," Neville yelled, standing on the island with Luther. "Swim over here now, or I can just shoot you where you are."

Her teeth chattering, Beckett let Castle help her swim over to the shore, feeling a little sluggish, and she saw the raft Neville and the killer had used to get to Alcatraz while they'd been in the water; having to duck under it with Castle as it floated on its mooring rope towards them. She slipped up the rocks that were a small cliff while he pushed her up, and she looked back at Castle as he fell back in the water after placing his foot on a crumbling bit of rock. "O-Okay?" she managed to say, her voice hoarse and slow as she tried to reach back to help him, but was shaking too hard to hold her hand steady enough for him to grab it.

"Fine, glad you are," Castle said as he managed to climb up, holding her behind him then as they stared at Neville and Luther. "We can take them now…" but even as he said that, he could feel her trembling in the wind that was hitting their wet bodies, and he started to shake himself.

"On the ground, right up there on that slope," Neville said, as if she were selecting a place for a picnic. She punched Beckett in the back to get them moving and said, "You are tenacious, I'll give you that."

"You don't want to have her join us?" Luther said then as Castle and Beckett were making their way up the grass incline. "Sedated she'd be good."

"I don't think he'd let you," Neville said, nodding to Castle who'd started to turn back to them as Beckett went visibly pale behind him. She pointed the gun to stop him and then said, "That would be interesting though; after what happened to her in New York last year. But that's a little disgusting; this is as far as she gets with us. I've waited long enough now."

"Alright, get on the ground, right there," Luther yelled.

"Lie down, put your hands behind your backs since you couldn't keep the cuffs on," Neville instructed them further as they got on their knees slowly, still looking back at them.

"I can try myself," Castle said in desperation since the two wouldn't be able to hear him with the wind blowing, pulling his words towards the east and away from them.

"You'll be dead," Beckett whispered.

"Then you'd be able to tell everyone about our engagement," Castle said back, wondering if she was in shock as the fight seemed to go out of her.

"I'm not leaving here without you, I'm not letting Julia and Alexis lose their father," Beckett hissed, making Castle relieved to hear her tone.

Reaching over; though he knew Neville or the killer would yell at him; Castle grabbed her left hand, the sound of two guns being readied loud in the howls of wind. He squeezed her hand tightly, looking from her engagement ring to her eyes, trying to tell her again with his look that he loved her.

Meeting his gaze with what she hoped was the same sentiment; Beckett squeezed his hand tightly, thinking of her daughter and wishing she and Castle had more time yet again. Jerking when there were two quick shots suddenly, she waited for everything to go dark. But when there wasn't even the searing pain of a bullet grazing her, she jumped up saying, "Are you okay?" seeing her fiancé was getting off the ground as well.

"We weren't shot," Castle said in slight surprise as they looked back at Neville and Luther. Both were dead, both shot in the face, and he was about to speak again when there was the sudden sound of someone walking down the slope towards them. He looked up and saw that it was Price; and he had a .45 in hand, pointed at him.

"No!" Beckett yelled when she saw Price's finger on the trigger, trying to push Castle out of the way as he held her back from doing that. But instead of the gun going off, she watched as it turned, and the doctor was pointing it underneath his chin, his eyes closing.

"Wait-" was all that Castle and Beckett were able to say together, Price pulling the trigger cutting them off.

Looking down at the ground as Beckett turned away, Castle glanced at Price, and saw the man had fallen on his back, his blood from the shot that had taken his life staining, seeping into the ground. "So…" he said, glancing back. "You would have taken that shot for me," he said, looking at her as he assumed she was stunned at the turn of events as well.

"Yeah…" Beckett said, looking at the three bodies. "Thank you for saving my life," she said.

"Not a problem, let's get out of here," Castle said as he recovered himself enough to grab her hand and pull her up the slope.

"What the hell happened?" a ranger said, appearing at the top of the slope near the Modern Industries Building. "How…" he began to ask before he saw the two boats and the bodies. When he saw that Castle and Beckett were soaking wet he seemed to guess what had occurred and said, "Come on, let's get you two out of here. I'll get you guys some blankets, and we can call the police."


Flinching a little as a ranger dabbed some alcohol on her scraped cheek, Beckett looked up as Castle walked into one of the offices the Park Service had in the Visitors Center on Alcatraz. "Okay?" she asked him.

"Doing great, awkwardly dressed, but other than that I'm fine," he answered, looking down at the Alcatraz shirt and sweatpants they'd given him to change into after getting his wet clothes off. "And you?"

"She'll be fine. Just some scrapes which aren't too deep," the ranger said, standing up then as she had finished tending to Beckett's wounds. "You might need to watch with the after affects of some slight hypothermia, especially if you're going to be in a boat with no place to go inside going back to the city. Try and keep as warm as possible from now on," she told them both before she went to the door.

"I will, thank you," Beckett said as Castle sat across from her; where the ranger had been sitting. When they were alone she looked at him and said, "I start to wonder if I made a mistake."

"I don't know," Castle said. "It depends on Markowitz's phone. But I can understand why you had a hard time believing me as I said before."

"I still have a hard time with it, because I had no idea she hated me," Beckett said. "And not badly enough to want to kill me even before I realized she was involved. I honestly never tried to intentionally do something to warrant that."

"I think I can answer why that she wanted to kill you actually," a voice said behind them.

"Detective, you're a hard man to get a hold of," Castle said as the man entered the room and then pulled a chair up to them.

"I am when my partner steals my phone," Markowitz said, looking angry then. "Which she did, pretty shortly after she left for the day, which was… five I would say."

"So you never got my text about Neville being the accomplice last night," Castle said, looking at Beckett. "You don't need to worry about not believing me."

"Did she already plan to kill us," Beckett asked. "Or was that because of his text?"

"She was intending to separate the two of you, and kill just you," Markowitz said. When Beckett looked somewhat shocked at that confirmation as she sat back in her chair he sighed and said, "I'm sorry, I thought I knew her but… she put up a nice façade."

"You're not alone in thinking you knew her," Beckett said. "How do you know her plan?"

"She left a notebook in her apartment that detailed everything she wanted to do from the murder to getting her and Luther Swanson to Tahiti to spend the rest of their lives there. We're not sure why she left it, but we're guessing she forgot it as it was in a drawer with some clothes she hadn't packed with her," Markowitz said. "And killing you was crossed out and rewritten as killing both of you."

"And the motive for them killing Barbara Price?" Castle asked. "Do you have that?"

"We do, I called your partner in NYC, Detective Ryan," Markowitz said. "As he was trying to get a hold of you Mr. Castle and he contacted us. He mentioned talking to a waitress at the café they were arguing in front of in those pictures; the vic and Neville. And she said it was about the abortion, so Neville had found out. And I guess you didn't know this, but she was barren."

"Neville couldn't have kids?" Beckett asked in some shock. But then she thought for a moment and shook her head. "So she was insanely jealous of me," she groaned, putting her face into her hands. "She mentioned not caring I had a daughter; that would explain her saying that."

"So the case is closed," Castle said. "Is it even still your case though?"

"No, they took it off my hands and I'm glad to give it up, because I really don't want to deal with everything she was into. There's a diary you know," Markowitz mentioned to them. "She talked about their… relationship, the four of them. And how she and Swanson were trying to not only make things between them public, but trying to be slightly more dominant in their… I guess you want to call them sessions."

"And Price disagreed, his wife maybe as well," Beckett commented.

"So they decided to end things this way," Castle said. He shook his head and said, "Then they were both out of their minds because they seemed to also love them too, the way Neville would talk."

"Are there entries that are more recent?" Beckett asked slowly.

"There is, yesterday," Markowitz said. He hesitated and then said, "I won't sugar coat it, but I don't want to go into a large amount of detail. It was basically saying they'd been found out by you two and she toyed with the idea of asking you to become the new couple they were… with. But in the end, she wanted you dead and there were a lot of descriptions that I don't need to say concerning you Ms. Beckett."

"About me," Beckett said.

"You both, I think she was jealous of your relationship as well, both professional and personal," Markowitz said. "And Price had a suicide note on him."

"What did it say?" Castle asked, taking Beckett's hand then.

"That he was as guilty as Swanson and Neville, though he had nothing to do with the murder. And he genuinely loved his wife; he found out about the abortion and he didn't want to live without knowing there was a chance he and his wife could have a child together," Markowitz said. "I think he had a mental breakdown, the message was a little garbled, but that's basically the gist of it."

"From what we saw of him, I'm not surprised," Beckett said. "Why are you here if this isn't your case anymore?"

"I was on the yacht that Dr. Fisher and Dr. Holbrook were murdered on; the Pier manager called us; the man who let you through the gate," Markowitz said. "It turns out that Dr. Holbrook is Swanson's cousin and got him a job at the ME as an intern; he's a nurse studying to become a pathologist which explains the cut to the vic's neck. So that's why they look so similar, they're related. Dr. Fisher they only chose because of her hair being similar to Neville's, she had nothing to do with anyone in the case."

"Did she have any family?" Castle asked as he and Beckett exchanged a disgusted look.

"No, I think they might have picked her for that, but not sure if Neville and Swanson would have so much compassion," Markowitz said doubtfully.

"I don't either," Beckett said, remembering how her old friend had spoken and acted with her.

"But when we saw them we thought they were suicides at first and our killer and accomplice, but, the call from the ranger here changed that of course. And when they told me what had happened to you both I had to come and see if you were okay. Are you?"

"As okay as we can be, being forced off the boat at gunpoint-" Castle started to say.

"Or kicked off," Beckett muttered.

"Into San Francisco Bay is not fun," Castle finished, looking at her.

"You were unarmed," Markowitz said, hearing her tone of voice.

"Oh I know, I just blame myself for not seeing Neville complicity sooner, but…" Beckett said, trailing off. "Can we leave? I'd like to get back to the city and our family."

"I'll see if the boat is ready to get you, they're still ferrying in the tourists," Markowitz said, standing. "And Swanson actually used to work here. It's why he lured you down to the New Industries Building; he knew it pretty well from maintaining it and the Model Industries Building."

"That would make sense," Castle said. "Thank you Detective."

"I'll be riding back with you, but thanks to you both for what you did to help us. I know the city thanks you; I'll make sure the mayor does too," the detective replied.

When they were alone, Castle turned to Beckett but before he could speak she beat him to it saying, "I know, there was no way I could have known about Neville, but, I can't help but blame myself partially. Especially since I was close to drowning if you hadn't been able to get your key."

"Don't ask how, but I managed to slip it from my money clip; I didn't bring my wallet today," Castle said. "But I had that key attached to it, and while they were distracted on the boat I got it out of my back pocket. I was lucky I managed to get it into one of the keyholes."

"We both were," Beckett said before she saw that Markowitz was coming back.

"We can go if you're ready," the detective told them.

"Um, what about our clothes?" Castle asked.

"Here," the ranger who'd helped Beckett said coming up behind Markowitz. "We have another heater and managed not to burn them though they're still pretty damp."

"Do you want these clothes back?" Beckett said, tugging the bottom of her Alcatraz shirt she'd been given.

"Keep them," the ranger replied. "Since they're pretty much yours now."

Going into the back pocket of his jeans, Castle pulled out some cash that was mostly dry and said, "Would you take this?"

"Sure," the ranger said, a little surprised at that.

Walking out of the Visitor's Center, Beckett pulled her blanket she'd been given a little tighter around her as the tourists they passed were looking at her and Castle strangely. "Does your phone still work?" she asked him.

"Yours?" Castle asked, shaking his head. When she'd done the same he said, "No reception." He didn't blame her for her exasperated sigh, and said, "They'll be back soon I'm sure, they want to head out to dinner. But think about this, we're finished with the case and tomorrow we can go into our vacation full throttle."

Giving him at look at how he worded that, Beckett didn't answer until they were onboard the SFPD ship that had brought the officers, ME and CSU team to the island. As they were on their way, looking back at Alcatraz she commented, "You're right, which I'm looking forward to, but I don't really think I can look at it anymore," she nodded to the island before turning to go below deck where they'd been told was a small galley.

Castle couldn't help remain where he was, looking back at Alcatraz though the wind was biting through the blanket wrapped around him. He breathed out slightly as he could remember that moment seeing Beckett slipping further into the dark, murky water of the bay, and he nearly jumped when he felt a hand on his arm.

"Come on," Beckett said, smiling slightly as she took his hand and tugged on it gently to get him to look away.

A final glance and Castle let her lead the way below deck, putting the memory of her drowning in front of him out of his mind. He entwined their fingers, squeezing gently before Beckett stopped and turned to him. Almost at the same time, they leaned towards each other and shared a brief kiss in relief and as a reassurance. Relief in the fact that they had managed to make it off Alcatraz alive together and to drive home the point that they were still alive. They continued on to the galley once they had parted, not letting go of the other's hand, trying already to forget what they had gone through since stepping onto the dock at Fisherman's Wharf.