It's been five days and Beckett can't take it anymore. The house in Philadelphia is quite nice. It's not far from the airport, they can see the river from the upper level. But Castle and her aren't allowed to go outside, they are barely allowed near the windows. She's flipping through the channels, from reruns to reality shows. On her right on the couch, the young marshal Farrow tries to act as if he's not annoyed. On her left, Castle is oblivious, writing furiously on a legal pad, since he couldn't bring his laptop.

"How's your saturday afternoon going, Luke ?" he asks, barely looking up at the marshal.

"Fine," Farrow replies curtly.

"Anything you wanted to watch on TV ?"

Beckett glares at Castle and throws the remote control on the table. She gets up with a frustrated growl and storms out of the room.

Farrow makes a move to follow her but Castle stops him.

"I've got it."

The agent looks at his colleague, alerted by the movement. She shrugs and Farrow sits back, remote control in hand. Castle smirks when he hears the telltale sounds of a sports game behind him.

He finds Beckett in their room upstairs. She's sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I'm going crazy, doing nothing here ! I feel like I should..."

"Do something ?" He sits close to her, not quite touching her. "You will. It's saturday, the trial starts on monday. It won't be long now."

"How come you are the patient one here ?" She's edgy and whinny. He chuckles because she's right. For the past few days, she has been the one bouncing off the walls. While he can occupies his days with writing, she is not used to so much free time. He puts his arm around her shoulders and rocks her playfully.

"Oh, Kate, Kate, Kate." She glares at him once again. He stares back with adoration. "I kinda like this role reversal."

"I don't !"

"No kidding," he laughs.

She swats his thigh. He catches her hand with his free one and quickly pushes her down on the mattress. He hovers above her, smiling. "I know a very good way to pass the time," he says before descending to capture her lips. She moans but breaks the kiss.

"There are people downstairs," she points out. He rises on his arms.

"You're right !" He jumps off the bed and she misses his warmth. She's about to protest when she sees him kicking the door shut. He jumps right back on her, pushing her higher on the bed in the process. His cold hands, slipping underneath her shirt.

"Rick !" she yelps. But any argument is forgotten as he kisses her.

Downstairs the two marshals look at each other knowingly when they hear the giggles from upstairs. Farrow turns up the volume of the game way up. Darren goes back to her surveillance.

After dinner, reinforcement arrives. The two new marshals takes their posts outside. In the house, Castle is insisting they all play a board game.

"Come on ! I found an old trivial pursuit. It's gonna be fun !"

"I'm in, Castle," Farrow grins. "But I think the ladies might be scared."

Darren folds her arms. "Oh, I'm not. Beckett ?"

The detective walks to Castle, snatching the box from his hands. "We're gonna wipe your butts, gentlemen."

One hour later, Castle and Farrow are in a deep confabulation.

"What did 100,000 self-conscious American women buy 200,000 of in 1980?" Lucy Darren repeats with annoyance. Castle is about to answer when all the lights suddenly go out. The two agents' and the detective's instincts kick in immediately. They all go for their gun. Farrow rushes to Castle and Beckett, protecting them while Darren goes investigate. She first checks the fuses. The breakdown isn't coming from there. She tries calling then texting her colleagues outside. But since she doesn't see them and they didn't enter when the lights went off, she's pretty sure something bad happened to them. Her heartbeat speeds up. This is not good at all. Crouching, she walks back to the main area where the others are waiting. Castle, Beckett and Farrow are squatting behind the couch, out of view. There's silent communication between the two federal partners. He tilts his head up, she shakes her head no.

"So what do we do ?" he whispers.

"We call for back up"

"Already done."

They are all silent, trying to come up with a plan. They don't have time though as five men in black gear and masks barge in, automatic weapons drown. The gunfight soon breaks out. In the dark, the situation is pretty confusing. Beckett can hear Castle calling her name, she calls him back while shooting.

"Just shut up," Darren orders both. She's trying her best to cover Beckett. But the dark men outnumber them. Soon, two manage to isolate Beckett and grab her.

"Fuck !" The two marshals shout at the same time. Castle hasn't noticed Beckett's disappearance yet. With no gun, he's too busy trying to dodge the bullets. The commando soon retreats, in a hail of bullets.

The whole thing lasted less than five minutes. The two agents run out as soon as they can but the commando is gone. They go for their cars but the tires have been lacerated.

"Fuck ! Fuck ! Fuck !" Farrow shouts kicking them, enraged.

Sirens can be heard in the distance, coming closer. Too late.

Castle finally comes out.

"Where's Kate ?" Farrow is still attacking the car. Darren doesn't dare answering the writer.