A/N: To the Guest that reviewed my last chapter: Thank you for bringing my attention to what I will now refer to as The Defo Incident. I have no idea why I did that. I was in a rush and it was a spur of the moment decision to change the summary slightly, but that's no excuse. I don't regularly slaughter the English language in such a way (some readers may disagree) and I certainly wouldn't usually do it in anything outside texting or tweeting and even then very rarely. I am, however, somewhat confused by your comment at the end about it being "…part of the reason you hadn't read the story until now".
I didn't adjust the summary, which led to The Defo Incident, until I posted that last chapter (number 10) so it's odd how it stopped you reading before, even though it wasn't there. I'm probably just reading it wrong. Anyway, thanks for your review, it was helpful, encouraging and interesting to read.
On another point of your review; my speed of writing isn't the main problem. It's the speed at which I get myself to start the writing that's the hindrance. So thanks again, whoever you are. I can only hope you're still reading.

Previously on A Simple Search;

Martha smiled indulgently and jumped in before her son cold make the obviously hurting detective want to leave any quicker, "Getting back to the matter at hand, because you're obviously welcome here as long as you need to be dear. We certainly don't mind in the slightest. Honestly you keep my dear son in line far more effectively than I ever could…" At Castle's look she moved on, "…regardless of all that, I want to hear if the interview went well dear? When will it be appearing on that lovely little website? I thought mine went perfectly well."

There was a seemingly visible pause between the three other people around Martha, as if they all took a breath simultaneously when they realised what they'd heard. Of course, Beckett was the first to recover, "You did an interview for my website?"

Chapter 11

"Oh yes dear. It was some time last month, while I was performing in that little theatre production that didn't get the run it deserved." Martha explained, not really understanding the point of the question. "A couple of very pleasant young women met me at a café near the theatre. They even booked an appointment to talk with me. They were very courteous and polite and only asked a few questions that could hardly be said to be deep and meaningful. What's the problem darling?"

"It's not a problem, as such, Martha, I just hadn't realised they were getting that…interested I suppose."

"I thought you knew all about it dear, they certainly gave me that impression"

"I found it." Alexis suddenly announces to the room. Tapping away on her phone, turning it around to better read the page she's brought up on the site. "It looks OK detective. Nothing particularly deep like Grams said. It's actually very professional sounding. Did you say they were young Grams?"

"Well, yes. It's obviously all a matter of perspective darling, but they were teenagers certainly. That's one of the main reasons I didn't bat an eye to be honest, they couldn't have been much older than Alexis." She addressed her son and the detective with her last comment, hoping to reassure them, even though she saw no need.

"The more I look at this site the more interested I am. It just sucks you in…" Alexis murmured to herself, tapping at her phone and swiping the screen. At least, she thought it was to herself. It turned out she wasn't as quiet as she hoped.

"Sweetheart, why are you so interested in that website when the person it's based on is sitting not two feet from you?" Castle had to ask, considering the almost absurdity of the entire thing. Kate just sat there, slightly dumbstruck. She put it down to the drugs working their way through her system; she couldn't really understand why anyone would go to the site other than a vague interest in her association with Castle.

The young girls red hair swirled about her face slightly as her head shot up at the question. Her cheeks started to redden as she quickly looked from her farther to the detective and back again.

"Well, it's just the content and the layout really. It's interesting and very professionally produced, especially considering that they're only my age as well. I like the news section and the blog. It's not like it's all totally cantered on Detective Beckett, there's some current affairs on there…" Her voice just tailed off into a whisper at the end.

Kate came to her rescue "It's OK Alexis; it's a very professionally done website. Did you see the game they have on there? I think I played that for about an hour when I first…." She broke off for a yawn, "…found it. Sorry about that."

"There's a game? How did I not know there was a game? Why am I missing everything?" Castle, now suitably distracted from his daughters interest in the website pouted like a four year old and took out his own phone.

"It's just a shooting game Castle. You've got more interesting games on your phone I'm sure." She tried to stop the next yawn, she made sure to get her sentence out before it caught up with her, but she couldn't hide it from Castle.

Putting his phone away in favour of turning his attention to his Detective he stood up in front of her, "Beckett, I think you should go back and rest." He didn't use the word sleep just in case she brought up the problem with her sleeping in his bed again. He was being cautious.

"I think you're right Castle." Ignoring his surprised look, she turned to the ladies next to her. "I think I'm going to turn in for the night." Castle helped her to her feet, surprised that she even let him help at all, but grateful. "Goodnight"

Alexis and Martha watched in silent amazement as Castle scooped up the injured woman and walked off towards his own room as if it was something seen in the loft every day.

"Am I missing something my dear?" Martha turned to her granddaughter in the search for answers to the strange even they had just witnessed.

"Grams, it's just because she's hurt. She can't use crutches with her wrists hurting like they must be at the moment. Nothing's happened apart from that, or at least not that I've seen"

"Well we can live in hope I suppose"

Back in Castle's bedroom, the writer waited impatiently outside his en suit, waiting for the current occupant to reappear. "Are you sure you don't need any help? I can keep my eyes closed just like that time your apartment blew up. No peaking."

The closed door opened and a baggy-pyjama clad detective stood in its place with a wry expression on her face, "So not at all like the time my apart blew up then, because don't kid yourself into thinking I don't know you peaked that time Castle."

He brushed off her feeble attempt at stopping him as he scooped her up once again and moved her onto the already turned down bed.

Another, jaw-cracking yawn broke free as he put her down and Beckett looked up at him after getting situated. "I'm sorry about this Castle. I didn't mean to be a party-pooper or anything but I just can't keep my eyes open right now."

Castle was just grateful that she was going to sleep without argument. "Don't worry about it Beckett," he kept his voice low, as her eyes started to droop. He expected her to put up much more of a fight. He was sure there'd be hell to pay tomorrow just to make up for it.

"I really am grateful Castle, even though I'm sure by this time tomorrow I won't sound like it. I really appreciate..."

Castle looked up from fixing a fold in the covers to find her out like a light. Not wishing to push his luck, or be found staring at the sleeping woman by either his mother or his daughter, he left the room. He needed to prepare himself for tomorrow.

He knew full well they got away lightly today. Tomorrow was going to be a test of restraint, for both himself and Beckett, as he tried not to go totally over the top in looking after his stricken friend and she tried not to do the same and hurt herself any further when she wanted to throttle him in annoyance.

It would be a test and a checkpoint for both of them; after all, how were the next few weeks going to pan out if they couldn't even last a full day?

A/N #2: Thanks to all the new and old followers and reviewers; You are awsome.