Hearing the sound of footsteps stomping down the steps towards her, Emily turned away from the refrigerator and tilted her head just enough to look up towards the second floor. "Hey," she chuckled groggily, her eyes not as open as they usually were because she had just woken up. "What are you guys doing?"

Hotch glanced towards his subordinate before grabbing his briefcase that sit near the front door. "Twelfth precinct called saying they had our suspect in custody. Security guards caught him standing outside an apartment building downtown and found a gun on him. We're headed down to the police department now."

Emily gave a small nod, hiding her yawn as she closed the refrigerator door. "May I g-"

"You're to stay here. Understood?"

The brunette agent bit her tongue before nodding her head, her eyes connected with those of her supervisor. "Yes sir."

Castle stumbled down the steps of his home with his eyes half open, the top of his pajama shirt unbuttoned and wrinkled from him jumping out of bed. "What? What's going on? Is it a fire?" He quickly picked up the fire extinguisher near the bottom of the stairs and ran into the kitchen. "I got it!"

Emily was quick to hold her hand out and stop the older man from charging into her. "Whoa," she yelled just a little too loud, her hand against his chest to keep him from stepping forward. "There's no fire, everything's fine."

"Yeah?" The author blinked a few times before the blurriness was gone from his sight, looking down to the brunette woman who stood in his kitchen. "Oh hi."

"Hi," she chuckled breathily, her eyes casting down to his exposed chest. She quickly took her hand from his shirt and nodded, sipping at the water she had gotten for herself. "Everything ok?"

Castle nodded, glancing back towards the door that slammed behind the agents. "Yeah. Where'd they go?"

Emily took in a breath. "Precinct. Hotch said that a couple of security guards found our suspect outside an apartment building downtown holding a gun, so they took him in. They're headed down to the police department now to interrogate him."

"Oh I wanted to go."

The FBI agent smiled at the actual disappointment written over the older man's features. "You like the interrogations?"

"Of course," he nodded, going back to the stairs to put the fire extinguisher back in its place. "Beckett always lets me sit in, and sometimes I get to question them. It's fun."

"Other than the fact it's about trying to find the murderer, then I guess yes it is pretty fun."

Castle grinned at the younger woman that stood before him, opening up the refrigerator to grab an apple from one of the drawers. "There's that sass again," he laughed, shaking his head as he took a bite of his apple. "How am I gonna stop that from happening?"

Emily felt herself blush underneath the author's intense gaze. "I don't think that's possible," she whispered, her fingers curling even tighter around her glass as Castle stepped forward. "I'm a very hard person to try and change."

"Oh I wouldn't dream of changing you," he denied. "Then you wouldn't be perfect anymore."

Before the chocolate eyed woman could respond, her breathing quickening as Castle seemed to leaned towards her, a stomping from the staircase pulled her focus away from him and towards the offending sound.

"Emily I thought you were getting me juice."

The ivory agent bit her lip to keep her laugh contained inside of her, watching as the groaning pregnant woman plopped onto the last step. "I thought you went back to sleep."

"You were wrong," she grumbled.

Emily sent an apologetic look to the author before her as she took the bottle of juice she had gotten out of the fridge for her friend and following her up the stairs. "Once you drink this you'll be fine."

JJ rolled her eyes, not even noticing the moment she had interrupted between the other agent and Castle, who was watching them as they went back up to the room he had let them stay in. "Whatever."

Emily's eyes popped open at the feeling of someone bumping into her, the back of her right hand settling on the teenager's shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Alexis," she laughed. "It's too dark in here to see where I'm going."

"No it's ok," she yawned. "It's fine." Walking down the stairs to get to the kitchen, she sent a wave back to the two women. "Night mom number three."

The brunette woman felt her jaw hit the floor at the words. "Excuse me?"

"Nevermind!"