"Hey," Mary said to Castle and Beckett as they were walking into the office. "Did you finish with everyone?"
"No, Sumner and the FBI agent came and took over for us," Castle answered.
"We didn't have that many left so they should be getting back to this investigation too," Beckett added as she was sitting down.
"Anyone standing out?" Mary asked.
"No, I really think this is going to be a dead end," Castle said. "But we all thought that anyway."
"Then what's the next step?" Mary said.
"Looking into the companies," Beckett answered. "Which we might not help with, we might be finished for the day."
"Oh… that's right," Castle said when he saw his wife was looking at him pointedly. "We need to call our family if you don't mind."
"No, you wouldn't want me to leave?" Mary asked her.
"It's okay," Beckett replied as she knew Skye wouldn't want her wife to do that. She got her tablet out and handed it to Castle, watching him on his phone first to make sure their family was ready.
"Mother says Alexis and Louis have gone out for dinner," Castle told her. "So it's just them with the girls."
"We'll talk to her after if she's able to," Beckett said, watching him opening the Skype app on her tablet. She smiled at the screen when their family appeared on it and said, "Hello everyone."
"Hi Mommy, Daddy!" Eliza said first, waving to them.
"Hey," Castle said. "Sorry about calling so late but we've been super busy."
"That's okay, we both had homework to do," Julia said.
"Oh really?" Castle asked. He smiled when his wife placed her hand on his chest and said, "I think your mom wants you two to tell us about your days before we find out what homework you had."
"What about your day?" Julia asked them.
"It's been mostly working on the case," Beckett answered as her husband glanced at her.
"And it's boring so we'll leave it at that," Castle said quickly. "So tell us now all about your day at school, we want to hear."
While Eliza was talking about what she had done, Beckett reached for her husband's hand and held it until their middle daughters were telling them how their dance class had gone. "It sounds like it was fun," she said with a smile.
"It was," Julia said before she looked at her father.
"What? Oh, that's right, you didn't tell me what homework you had," Castle said in confusion before he quickly realized why she was looking at him like that.
"I had from all my classes," Julia said.
"When was Study Hall for you today?" Beckett asked her.
"Last, so I got my math homework done then," Julia replied. "I had a little trouble so I needed the whole class for that. But I just finished the rest of it now, so I'm glad I had good timing."
"Very," Beckett said. She'd been watching the girl as she was talking but hadn't really noticed anything in her expression. She then recalled Eliza and was about to ask her what she had for homework when the little girl was suddenly speaking.
"Can I say what I had to do?" Eliza asked.
"Go ahead," Castle urged her.
"I had math and English," Eliza said. "Just that but I had to do a lot of math problems and then needed to do two pages for English."
"How did she do?" Beckett asked.
"Very well, a few mistakes," Jim began. "But she figured out the right answers after that."
"Good," Castle said. "Are you guys going to play now?"
"I want to play outside," Eliza said. "Fly my kite!"
"You can," Beckett said first, still watching Julia. She was intending to talk to her with Castle still, but she was asking her father and mother in law how Josie was doing.
"She did the same as always," Martha said first.
"And she had fun," Jim said with a smile as Josie was vocalizing then.
"But she misses you," Eliza said. "We all do."
"We're glad to hear that," Castle said.
"What're you going to do when you don't need to work?" Julia asked.
"We're heading to Trevor's parents' home," Beckett answered first.
"Joseph and Bethany invited us for dinner," Castle then took up. "She's making Gatsby sandwiches apparently."
"I remember those!" Eliza said eagerly. "Is she making the same as when we had them?"
"We don't know," Castle said. "But we'll still enjoy it I'm sure."
"Cool," Eliza said, smiling when the others were laughing at her reply. She then saw her mother was about to speak before she said, "Don't say you have to go!"
"We do," Beckett replied. "Sorry you guys," she added when Julia was groaning in obvious disappointment as well.
"We want to finish the case for today in time for dinner," Castle said.
"Are you going to go to dinner by yourself too?" Julia asked.
"We're going to spend it with the others," Castle answered first.
"But we'll have a chance to have a night alone when we're back home," Beckett explained. "So we'll say goodnight to you all, I love you girls," she said.
"Love you Mom," Julia said first.
"Yeah, I love you too Mommy," Eliza was quick to add, waving a little wildly.
Chuckling briefly, Castle then told them, "I love you three and I hope you'll have fun tonight with your grandparents."
"We will," Julia said. "Love you Dad."
"Love you Daddy, will we see you tomorrow?" Eliza asked.
"Of course, we'll try to call a little earlier, but we'll see when that is," Beckett said. She and Castle were saying goodbye to their parents before they were hanging up the connection and she hurriedly texted Julia.
"Will she talk to us?" Castle asked, hearing his wife getting a message.
"Yes," Beckett replied quickly. She let her husband see the message that read, I'll go up to my room and call you, before she was opening the video call their second oldest was making.
"Hey Mom, Dad," Julia said as she was sitting on her bed. "What's going on? Grandmama got back to me a little bit after you texted me earlier today and she said I needed to talk to you to find out what happened."
"I think she left it up to us if we would tell you sweetie," Beckett said firmly.
"Oh, don't tell me you aren't," Julia said in obvious frustration.
"I think we're going to have to love," Castle whispered into his wife's ear.
"Yeah," Beckett said in disappointment before she looked back at the screen of her tablet where she'd answered the call. "Okay, but if you have a nightmare we're going to stop telling you stuff like that."
"I won't," Julia said firmly. Though she wondered if she was serious when her parents related the plane crash they'd seen and helping the people inside get out before the plane burned. "Wow, you're so brave," she breathed when they'd finished.
"Not really, we just wanted to make sure everyone who could made it out," Castle said first.
"No, you are," Julia said. "And Mom… you really saw Grandmama?"
"I did," Beckett said, nodding her head.
"I wish you hadn't fainted after that," Julia said. "But I guess she needed to stop you… why though."
"We're going to have to tell her that too," Castle said as he and his wife looked at one another.
"Where I'd been about to go a man was killed later," Beckett said.
"Ooh…" Julia breathed. "I guess she might have been warning you, but she couldn't talk."
"And she likely didn't think your mom would believe her," Castle said. He saw his wife staring at him and said, "Seriously love."
"I know, but is there a chance your grandmama's timing was off?" Beckett asked their daughter.
Looking to the side, Julia soon said to her mother, "She thinks it may have been, the energy. She's not your guide, but she does want to help you so that's what happened. But she said she though the killer may have been there… somewhere already."
"At least she tried," Castle said.
"Though I don't know if she could have stopped the murder from happening," Beckett commented. She turned her attention back to Julia and told her, "If you have a nightmare call me okay?"
"But what if you're sleeping?" Julia asked though she'd asked her grandmother and great-grandmother to help her not have one in her mind as her mother was finishing speaking.
"We still want to know," Beckett said firmly.
"I'll call," Julia said, nodding her head. "Night?" she asked.
"Yes, I'm sure you need to either play with your sister or help with dinner," Beckett replied, smiling.
"Alright, goodnight Mom, Dad," Julia told them.
"Night Julia," Castle said, his wife echoing him. When they'd hung up, he texted their oldest immediately before she answered back. "They're going to relax at the townhouse for a little before they head out; Louis just got back from the stables."
With a brief nod, hoping her husband wouldn't realize the two were likely going to be intimate in some way, Beckett was about to change the subject before she noticed Mary. "What's wrong?" she asked the doctor.
"You saw the spirit of your mother?" Mary asked.
"I did," Beckett said. "Does that surprise you?"
"Just the fact that she waited so long to try it," Mary replied. "And if she appeared to you I don't think it's because she had to, it was her first opportunity to do so. Skye's dad did the same."
"She's seen her father?" Castle asked in surprise. He glanced at his wife and did a double take when he realized she didn't appear startled as well. "She told you?"
"Via e-mail," Beckett said as she was nodding her head at the same time. "But it was brief as well."
"She was about to fly her plane to check it after some maintenance when he appeared next to her in the cockpit," Mary explained to Castle. "And he smiled at her before she passed out as well, she had to cancel the flight for that day."
"Were you there?" Castle asked. When the doctor nodded he said, "Oh good, she recovered quickly."
"I like to think she did," Mary said.
"Don't sell yourself so short grá," Skye commented as she was walking into the office, Darnley, Nkosi and the other three investigators coming up behind her.
"You finished talking to everyone?" Beckett asked.
"We did," Darnley replied. "And we're going to watch security footage for a while."
"From six when everything was closed up to when Skye and I looked at the wing," Nkosi was explaining.
"Okay," Beckett said, glancing at her husband. "Do you want us to leave?"
Shaking his head Darnley said, "You're in on the investigation too."
"I am too," Mary said, glancing at the two FBI agents.
"Dr. McDouglas?" Barnes asked.
"I saw you Casey," Mary said with a smile. "And you know me."
"Just don't let our superiors hear about you being here," Barnes said, smiling back at her. He then grew serious and said, "Let's watch the video."
"So we can get back to our investigations," Moreno said.
Castle was about to introduce himself and Beckett, but Nkosi was setting his laptop on the desk and Darnley was hurrying onto the internet. They were all sitting and watching the footage on the large screen, focusing on the footage that showed the area where the leading edge of the wing was. He wasn't surprised when the agents were instructing Darnley to speed it up slightly until they were telling him to slow down when they saw someone walking up to that part of the wing.
"What time is this?" Moreno asked.
"It says two twenty last night," Darnley replied. "I'll call the company and ask if the clock is accurate."
"I'll be able to tell you when we get to where we looked at the wing," Skye said, motioning to herself and Nkosi.
"She keeps a timed record of what we look at," the other investigator said. "Just in case."
"It's helped in some cases," Skye said quickly before she nodded to Darnley to start the footage again.
The group watched as the figure, covered from head to toe, moved the ladder Skye and Nkosi had used before they were climbing up cutting away the piece they'd used part of to leave at the crime scene. It hadn't taken them long, and when everyone noticed that they were exchanging looks before they looked back to see the person was getting another piece and putting it over the hole they'd cut and putting the ladder back before they ran out.
Castle was watching the time and when they had reached where Skye and Nkosi were putting the ladder at the wing he noticed the time and saw it was fine. He couldn't help saying, "Everyone's back to work?"
"They are," Moreno said. "So let's tell them and we'll be right back Darnley."
"Yeah, go ahead," the detective said, watching the two leaving. "They're nice."
"I can tell, they smiled," Castle said. He saw his wife was looking at him from the corner of her eye and said, "Hey, Sorenson never did."
"Sorenson?" Moreno asked. "Yeah, his cases don't really allow it."
"Off cases?" Castle asked.
"That too," Barnes said, nodding agreement.
Beckett was sighing before she and Castle were being introduce to the two men and she was about to ask how much they'd let them work before Moreno was asking them a question instead.
"Are you two okay after what happened yesterday?" he said.
"We are," Beckett replied.
"How?" Moreno asked.
"They were with me on Flight 139," Skye answered before the two could. "They've been in the aftermath."
"I had to make sure," Moreno told them.
Nodding Beckett said, "I'm not surprised. What exactly can we do now?"
"Well… to be honest I don't know that there's much you can do," Moreno replied. "It'll be looking at names."
"Which I can do," Sumner said.
"I would appreciate that," Moreno said. "But I'll head back with you to the station."
"I'm going to stay a little longer, talk to Trev and let him know he can tell Barnes about anything they find," Darnley said.
After his partner and Moreno had left, Beckett said to her friend, "You forgot to add something else."
"Yeah, like I'm going to talk about that with Moreno and Barnes around," Darnley said wryly as the second agent had left as well.
"Where did they go though?" Mary asked suddenly.
Turning to look out the windows, Beckett noticed the two investigators had seemingly disappeared before she said, "Let me go find them."
"I'll drop you guys off at the hotel," Darnley told her in a rush.
Nodding, Beckett went out before she saw Nkosi was standing just out of view of the office, looking above him. "What's wrong?" she asked him.
"I'm not totally sure," Nkosi responded. "Something's up, likely from the investigation, but I feel like we should talk to her. See what's wrong with our baby sister."
"Don't let her hear you say that," Beckett said in amusement as they went over to the stairs to the bridge across the middle of the hangar. "It's interesting the walkway up here goes all the way around."
"Easier to see what's going on, whatever they used this hangar for in the past," Nkosi said. He then glanced behind Beckett, who'd been following him, and he said, "You didn't need to follow."
"Eventually I need to go back to the station," Darnley commented.
"Stay out here, I don't like so many on the bridge," Nkosi told the three before he and Beckett were walking out to where Skye was standing up straight after leaning on the railing. "You're worrying me," he told her before she was answering immediately.
"Sorry about that, what bothers me is that they would go to so much to take off that piece from this particular plane," Skye said. "I can't figure it out."
"And you won't," Beckett commented, not surprised when the too looked at her. She raised her eyebrow in response before she said, "Seriously. Not until we find the killer. So try not to let that weigh on you since I can guarantee it'll affect you."
"That's true," Skye replied.
"And we should go, see what we can learn that might help them find that person," Nkosi added.
"Good point, go on, I'll be right after you," Skye promised them.
As they turned and started to walk, Beckett though she heard something metallic groaning and was about to turn back to Nkosi behind her when the other investigator was yelling to them.
"Run, run it's going to collapse!" Skye called to the two. She ran after them before the length of bridge they were on fell and she was the last one left on it. She let out a yell as she had thrown herself to the side and managed to grab the railing just in time. She lost her breath as her body was hitting the walkway and could hear her wife crying out to her.
"Stay, stay, you can't help her," Castle said, holding onto Mary as the woman was trying to go to her wife. "They're getting her," he said soothingly as the doctor was sobbing and nearly buckling to the bottom of the walkway.
"Can you lean over to her?" Nkosi was asking Beckett.
"Yeah, hold onto me," she told him and Darnley who'd hurried over to them. Turning to her friend, Beckett laid on the bottom of the walkway, reaching out until Skye was reaching out her right hand and they held onto each other. "Don't kick your legs," Beckett told her.
"Yeah… I need support," Skye groaned. She gasped when Darnley came over and grabbed her left arm before they were pulling her up. When they got her onto the secure section of the walkway, she thought they'd let her go but instead took her to the stairs. "I'm okay, just… my arms hurt and I got the wind knocked out of me," she told her wife as she was rushing to her as soon as she was on the hangar floor.
"No you're not," Mary said.
"Do not call for medical help," Skye said sternly to Barnes as he was holding a walkie-talkie. "I'll be fine after a rest. But why the hell did that collapse? We've walked on it already," she added as she was led to a chair and sat on it in relief as her arms and legs felt weak.
"Are there security cameras pointed up there?" the agent said.
"I'm not entirely sure," Nkosi said. "I'll give you the number for the company."
"Wait," Darnley said quickly. "They sent me everything they have from the yesterday to today. We should have looked at it."
As her friend was taking Nkosi and Barnes to the office to review the footage, Beckett went to Skye and said, "They wanted to kill someone."
"It would have stopped the investigation," Castle said. When the three women looked at him, he said, "Think about it, if they're from the airline or the factory, they'd want this investigation to take as long as possible."
"It would affect both companies," Beckett said. "You have no scratches?"
"You're likely right Castle," Skye told him. She then said to his wife, "No, nothing just… stretched arms I suppose." She smiled a little when her wife suddenly hugged her and she did the same back to her before reassuring her saying, "I am fine."
"That was terrifying grá," Mary said.
"Not the first time you had to save me from falling," Skye told Beckett.
"No but I'm really hoping it'll be the last," she said firmly.
"I know, I don't want that to repeat," Skye said before they were looking at Darnley as he came out first. She was about to say the killer had been there when the detective was speaking quickly.
"We saw him or her," Darnley told them. "But with the angle we only had the platform at the top of the staircase so we couldn't really make out what they did, we just saw him walking over there."
"Has anyone looked under the walkway where it collapsed?" Castle asked.
"No, let me," Darnley replied as he went to where the hole in the walkway was. He grabbed his flashlight and started looking around, glancing up when he saw another light from a flashlight appearing on the floor.
"I figured you'd end up being there for a while," Beckett commented.
"Good thing you found one too," Darnley said with a nod.
Looking with her friend, Beckett spotted something and said, "Is that a screw?"
"That is," Darnley replied, reaching into the pocket of his jacket and pulling out a handkerchief. "I'm really going to need to go soon."
"You won't need to stay here?" Beckett asked.
"Not really, I'm sure the FBI is going to take this over," Darnley said.
"You're out?" Beckett asked in concern.
"No, no, but they'll look into this and Jodie and I will need to go through security footage at the hangars for the airline and factory," Darnley said. "I'll hope I can make it for dinner."
"You should be able to," Beckett said reassuringly. They walked back to Skye and the others gathered around her and she said, "I spotted a screw, in the area it would be if it was from the walkway."
"Let me see that," Skye replied. She held her hand cupped for the handkerchief and nodded before letting Nkosi study it. "Sheared."
"We've seen this before," the investigator said to Barnes. "They've cut the bolts in the same manner on the planes, so I'm certain they're using a tool for that. We're certain," Nkosi explained, correcting himself.
"I don't blame you for thinking that," Barnes replied with a nod. "I'll have to send this to the lab. I've called some agents out here to start investigating. I'd like you to block off the staircase until they come and once they do please shut down your investigation for the day."
"Not a problem," Skye said.
"And I'd like you to stay for now while that group is here," Barnes directed to Darnley. "I'd like some protection for Skye."
"I-" Skye said, starting to stand up before her wife was making her sit back down.
"Just until your investigation is over," Barnes said. "Sorry Skye."
Though she wanted to protest, the investigator eventually nodded before she said, "I really don't think I'm the target."
"No, but I'd be remiss if I just let you run around out there," Barnes replied.
"Doubly, I'd be hit by a plane," Skye said, shaking her head. She stood up and then told her wife, "I have to work grá, I don't have that much left."
"Okay, but if you're hurt please let them call for help," Mary said. When her wife nodded, she said to Darnley and Barnes, "I'm staying."
"As long as we can see you and you're out of the way that's fine," Barnes said as the detective had looked to him to answer.
"You know," Skye said with a smile. "You remind me of how you were when I crashed my plane that one time."
"Only one?" Mary asked before she was hugging her wife.
Embracing her back tightly, but quickly, Skye said, "Just once and it wasn't a crash really, but we just called it that since it was easier. Rough landing."
"She's right," Mary said as they were heading back to the office while Nkosi and Darnley went after her wife.
"I remember," Beckett said before her husband was touching her arm. "What?" she asked him in surprise.
"No, we don't have much to do right?" Castle asked.
Shaking her head Beckett said, "Not if Patrick isn't calling us right now."
"Oh god, please don't tell me you're babysitting me," Mary said.
"No," Beckett said immediately. "We're staying with you because we're all in the same boat right now."
"Can't really help?" Mary asked slowly.
"Not really," Castle said. "At least not according to my wife."
Giving him a brief look Beckett said, "I'm not surprised Skye remembered that incident since you were the same way with her though she was uninjured."
"Thank you so much for helping her," Mary told her gratefully, taking her hand.
Sitting down on the chair next to her, Beckett said, "I had to help, it'd be weird not to want to. But you are welcome. Now… Rick, look into the news for me?"
"Yeah," Castle said, nodding his head before he got his phone and started searching stories related to either of their cases.
Watching him, and waiting to see what he would find, Beckett couldn't help recalling the incident Skye had brought up. It had been on January eighth of 1933 and she and Castle had been with Mary watching Skye trying out a new plane which she'd flown around the bay before bringing it back to Crissy Field for a landing.
"How long is she going to fly?" Kate asked her sister's wife.
"I don't know, she told me she wanted to fly around the bay," Mary began. "But I told her I'd sure be sore if she took too long."
"She wouldn't," Rick said. When Mary looked at him, he said, "She wouldn't," he reiterated. "She knows to return to you."
"How is Patrick?" Kate suddenly said.
"Swell, though he's still sad after last month," Mary said.
Nodding her head, as her brother in law usually was depressed around the anniversary of her brother's murder, Kate said, "I'll talk with him when I see him next."
"Rose has already," Mary said. "We both have but of course it will take him a little time." She looked with them up at the sky and smiled before she said, "There she is."
Watching her sister looping around above the waters of San Francisco Bay, Kate shook her head commenting, "She's showing off."
"Likely for you Mary," Rick told her.
"She is, I'll have to talk to her once she's on the ground," Mary said. While they were watching the plane went around to the end of the runway and she smiled before she realized her wife's plane was having trouble descending normally. "Kate…" she started to say, looking at Rose's twin.
"I see," Kate said worriedly, trying to keep from sounding that way but unable to help herself. She went to her husband and grabbed his arm before he was wrapping it around her as Rose came the last few feet down. She and Mary were screaming at the sight of the plane hitting the ground far harder than it should have. When it slid along the runway she turned to Rick and pressed her face to his chest as she couldn't look at the plane while it tilted forward.
Rick watched the plane as it wasn't stopping, fearful it would hit one of the shacks by the end of the runway before it finally stopped. "She's swell Kate," he said in a rush as Rose was immediately throwing herself out of the plane. "Look," he pointed out to her.
"I'm swell, I'm swell," Rose said as she was taking off her goggles and jogging away from the plane as some of the workers at the field was running up to prevent a fire from breaking out on it. She went to her sister and wife and told them, "I'm swell," again as they embraced her at the same time. "Something happened with the rudder, bloody thing seemed to snap right, and it was trying to throw me off."
"The wind changed direction as well," Rick told her as his wife was hugging her tightly while Mary watched.
"That it did, it's why I looped around," Rose replied. She sighed and then said, "I'm awfully sorry grá, I didn't want to land like that-"
"I know you had no choice," Mary whispered. "Oh, Rose I was awfully scared seeing that."
"I was too," Kate said, nodding her head rapidly. "But thank goodness you're swell now."
"I am, but not a word of this to Ma," Rose told them. "She'd never let me come back. And I will come back."
"She's careful," Kate told Mary as her twin sister had left them and went with the person in charge of the field to discuss what had happened.
"I know, it brings her so much joy," Mary replied, sighing deeply. "But I would hope she might wait a bit to fly again."
"She will, just make sure you ask her," Rick said.
"I always forget you know her as well," Mary said with a slight smile at him.
"Katie," Rose called to her sister. "I'll need to change but I'll be right out."
Waving to her twin, Kate watched as the workers were checking on the plane and then moving it off the field for other flights. They walked together to the barracks where Rose had gone and she was soon walking out, dressed in a skirt, blouse and coat with a shorter lighter jacket underneath. "You're swell?" she asked to make sure.
"Utterly," Rose replied with a smile. "Now come on, Ma's going to have dinner and you two have a ferry to catch back home."
"We're not very late luckily," Rick said, looking at his pocket watch swiftly before they were walking to his Studebaker he'd used to drive them to the field. He drove them to the home on Alamo Square and he said to Rose once he'd parked, "You're lucky you aren't scratched."
"I was checking that myself," Rose said with a nod. "It's why I took as long as I did. But I'm without injury so we can be thankful."
"I sure am," Mary said seriously, holding onto her wife tightly.
"Oh, Ma's on the porch," Kate said as she looked up at the house. "We must go or she'll question why we're not going in."
"And you need to check on your three youngest," Rose told her sister.
"Exactly," Kate said with a nod. She left the car first before she hurried up to her mother and kissed her cheek. "So sorry Ma, I must see to the girls."
"They're just fine," Johanna said before turning her attention to the others as they were coming up the steps then.
"Ma!" the nearly eleven-year-old Julia said with a smile, playing with her little sisters and their dolls. "Grandma let us help with dinner."
"That's swell," Kate said, smiling at nearly three-year-old Josephine as the baby was walking to her. She knelt to embrace her before she was doing the same to nearly six-year-old Elizabeth and almost five-year-old Alexandra. "Did you play as well?" she asked them all. She laughed when the four were talking at the same time though Josephine was squealing more than speaking. She heard laughing behind her and saw the others were in the doorway to the living room and told them, "They had a swell time."
"Good, I did all I could to make sure they did," Johanna said, smiling at her granddaughters. "The food is ready. I'll just need some help getting everything to the table."
Rick remained with the four girls, his wife, Rose and Mary going to help Johanna. He wondered where exactly Patrick was, when the front door was being opened and he saw his brother in law stepping inside. "Good evening," he told the man with a smile.
"Hello, how was the flying?" Patrick asked. He was surprised when his brother in law frowned and hurriedly hung his hat in the entry before he was taking off his coat. "What happened?" he asked quietly.
Rick shook his head, nodding down to the girls before he was saying, "I'm sure Rose and Mary will let you know."
"Of course," Patrick said before his wife was coming out into the living room.
"Hello," Rose said before she went to him and whispered into his ear. When he seemed to stagger back and study her, she shook her head and said, "I'm swell. And it's time for dinner," she said, directing the last to both him and Rick.
"Then we should go and eat," he said with a nod to his sister in law. Rick smiled as Kate walked out to them before they got their daughters and began to gather around the table to have dinner.
"Are you going to leave?" Beckett asked later that afternoon when she saw Darnley was entering the room.
"Yeah, I'm heading to the station, Jodie should have gotten a lot done so hopefully that leaves me open for an early leave," the detective replied.
"Should we just head to your in laws' house?" Castle asked.
Looking at his watch, Darnley considered the time for a moment before he said, "I think so, it's almost time. As long as you guys won't mind."
"We won't," Beckett said, smiling at her husband briefly since he'd looked at her.
"I'll get you guys a cab," Darnley told them. "You can wait for it outside."
"We'll follow you," Beckett said. She recalled Mary and turned to her before the doctor was quickly speaking.
"I know, but I'm going to wait for Skye, see what she wants to do," the doctor said.
Beckett nodded and went to her husband before they walked outside and she waved to Darnley saying, "We'll see you." She was smiling as the detective nodded before he started to jog. She wasn't sure what made her realize something was wrong, but the car speeding across the asphalt to her friend was soon unmistakable in its intent. She yelled, "Patrick, watch out!" though she didn't think she'd said it in time as Darnley was disappearing behind the large black SUV before it sped off with squealing tires, revealing the detective's body sprawled on the ground behind it.