"When exactly will you know."

"Know what?"

Smiling at her friend's response Beckett said, "You know what I'm talking about."

"I know and really they're not going to know for sure for a while," Skye answered. "They're on tour starting next month remember."

"You haven't met Adam Lambert yet?" Beckett asked.

"Not yet," Skye replied. "They're going to be in LA in May and I'll go in to see them with the band," she then added. She smiled and said, "I'm looking forward to it though," waiting to see her reaction.

"You didn't want to tell anyone else?" Beckett asked, knowing what that look was for.

"The band knows but because Mary and I rushed to tell them before we left," Skye said. "And Brian and Roger let us know for sure they want us to sing Under Pressure together."

"He's alright singing with you?" Castle asked.

Before she could reply they'd reached the fence to the path leading to town and Skye focused on climbing over with the others before they were walking again. "I think," she then started to say to focus back on his question. "It's more if they were alright with me singing with him. Remember he's sung with Roger on tour to that song."

"And your parts?" Castle said.

"They're going to try them both out, see which of them sounds better in which vocals," Mary said before her wife could.

"What she said," Skye said, nodding to her wife.

"It'll be a great concert," Beckett said.

Smiling, as she knew her friend was reassuring her, Skye said, "Thanks." Looking ahead of them at the path she asked, "Do either of you know where the station is?"

"I asked Brennan before we left," Beckett said. "We go down to Meadow Street and the station is there, very noticeable as he said."

"Did you mention to him why we're going?" Mary asked.

"I did," Castle said. "Did you not want him to know?"

"Why would I not want him to?" Skye asked in confusion.

"Just checking," Castle said quickly.

"He said that might work but told me to remind you that Nieman might be charged still," Beckett said.

"Did you mention to him you already told me that?" Skye asked. When her friend nodded she smiled and said, "And I realize this might fall through. But it's worth a try of course."

They were reaching the main street by then and Castle said, "There is one thing. No other attacks."

"I had the same thought," Mary said. "And if that is it then you can start looking at a motive a lot better." She then looked doubtful and asked, "Right?"

"It would help find their attacker," Beckett said. "Since they're having a hard time doing that now."

"They thought they were," Castle pointed out to her.

"True," Beckett said before she spotted the street they needed to turn on. She glanced around them as they were walking seeing the people they were passing were glancing at them before turning away quickly. She glanced at her husband before she leaned closer to him and murmured in Irish, "Positive or negative?"

"I can't really tell," Castle replied in the same language. He then said, "I think they saw we were there when Nieman was arrested."

Beckett, realizing he was right, nodded swiftly as they reached the station and she looked back at the others in slight surprise as they were stepping behind her slightly.

"It's better if you go in first," Castle explained to his wife, not surprised at the expression on her face. "But we're following."

Doing her best not to sigh, Beckett turned back to the door and opened it, nearly stepping right into Nieman himself. "Mr. Nieman," she said, quickly recovering at the surprise of seeing him. "We were hoping to speak to you. Are you free of any charges?"

"Yes," the man said warily, stepping outside once Beckett had moved aside. "Why would you want to speak to me? I haven't done anything."

"We're not exactly sure about that," Skye said. She wasn't surprised to hear Castle sucking in a breath of air though she ignored him as she said, "Could we speak to you in the park here?"

"Sure," Nieman said, glancing back at the station. He walked with the group to a table in the park and said, "You're the ones who were with Mercer yesterday."

"We were asked to assist with the investigation," Beckett replied.

"But who are you? I know them from the dancing show but you two?" Nieman asked.

"I'm Richard Castle and this is my wife, Kate Beckett," Castle said when his wife nodded to him.

"Then you're Lord Cotswold's cousin," Nieman said. "The one that used to be with the police in New York."

With a brief nod Beckett then told him, "He's been asked to assist as well but since we have more experience we wanted to talk to you."

Taking that as her cue Skye said, "We don't believe you were involved in the actual attacking of each gentleman. But we feel that you were involved."

Nieman looked ready to protest but seeing the way they were looking at him he sighed and then said, "I was. Someone stopped me outside The Hive last Friday and told me I could make a few pounds if I would help them in scaring some men. I took the job but only the first because I thought it was just a prank."

"Then please explain to us what exactly happened that night," Beckett told him.

Sucking in a breath of air Nieman said, "I did tell Mercer inside about this."

"Then it's alright," Skye said though she glanced at Beckett as the man ran his hand over his face. "He'll want to tell us once we go over to the station and this will just save us time."

Though he hesitated for another moment Nieman finally said, "I was told by this person; I had no real idea who it was since they were always covered."

"It wasn't Palkis was it?" Mary asked.

"Oh no, I'd know him anywhere," Nieman replied. "And he wouldn't have hurt his mates. No he was a bit short, husky build and a gruff voice like a smoker has. I suppose all I know is that he's a man. But he told me to go to the end of the lane in the park with the pond with some mesh material and just wave it or use a stick under it to make it look like a person. They mentioned the legend of the battle here so I guessed that the person was scared of a ghost appearing so… I stood at the end of the lane. I waved the sheet while the man who hired me was teasing the man walking until I just barely saw him walking up to him. I was ready for a reveal but when he was close enough they struck him on the head and… I was going to run but I heard a gun and was ordered to take who I saw was Worths from the Squire to the grass close to the road. Once I had I ran, never received my pay but… I don't care now I know what's going on."

"Were you afraid of getting hurt if you went to the police?" Mary asked. At the man's nod she said, "Has Mercer talked about protecting you? It's a small town."

"It seems like I may need to now," the constabulary said as he walked over to them then. He smiled slightly at the surprised looks from the four then became serious and turned to Nieman saying, "I would protect you but the only place nearby is in Swindon and that is too far."

"Did you call Brennan," Beckett said.

"I did and he and Lady Cotswold have offered you a room in the servant's wing to stay in," Mercer said. "Though they are aware of your record of course and I told them to let me know if they notice anything missing."

Though he thought it was a little rude, Castle wasn't surprised when Nieman; looking very somber; nodded seriously before the constabulary was taking the thief back to the station. As they'd been instructed to follow he got up swiftly and went to his wife saying, "Well?"

"I'd like to know why he pulled that stunt yesterday with Smith," Beckett replied. "But like we all agreed he's likely not the attacker."

"No," Castle said simply before they walked into the station. He wasn't surprised that there was a lobby and they needed to go through a door to go into the bull pen. As Mercer was taking Nieman to some officers he said, "This station seems huge."

"It would be," Gorman commented as he had walked over to them once the constabulary had spoken with him quickly. "It used to be a local newspaper on the second floor and a weaver's shop down here."

"Weaving?" Skye asked, looking around suddenly. "Ah, that would explain it."

"The stairs outside?" Gorman asked. Before anyone said anything he said, "They couldn't really go down and leave this way. We have cells upstairs now."

Beckett was watching Skye as she pursed her lips for a moment before she turned to the officer while he was speaking again.

"Mercer asked me to tell you about what is going on," Gorman told them. "Since I was with him in the room we interviewed Nieman in."

"He told us up until he left Mr. Worths on the grass," Castle said.

"You're wondering about his attack on Mr. Smith," Gorman said. When the four all nodded he said, "This way," before leading them to what was the break room for the officers. "He said he was low on cash and was afraid for rent."

"He said something about money for the pub yesterday," Mary said in confusion.

"He was a bit off yesterday," Gorman explained. "We had him checked but he was a bit dizzy but he recovered with some sleep and we spoke to him today."

"But you found nothing to tie him into the attacks," Beckett said.

Shaking his head Gorman told them, "He had a very solid alibi for the rest of them. And the Smiths decided not to press charges since their son was alright. But if you have any more questions Mercer is on his way over right now. Excuse me."

"For some odd reason I'm not all that surprised that you came out here to grab Nieman before I could get in touch with Brennan," the constabulary said as he closed the door behind him. Seeing the couples exchanging looks with their spouses he said, "Then I was right to not be surprised. But I'm sure you're wondering about the case though I believe you know everything by now."

"What will you do now?" Beckett asked.

"Since there aren't any other attacks…" Mercer started to say before he breathed out heavily. "To be honest I'm not sure where exactly I should go with this. We've looked into the three men… into the workers at all three pubs not just the Squire but we haven't found a thing. I would appreciate any suggestions."

"Did you talk to Mr. Dale?" Castle said before the others could say anything.

"Gorman did," Mercer said with a nod. "But we're not very sure about a connection to the Hellfire Club."

"What about the…" Castle started to say before he trailed of in confusion.

"I think they called them caves," Beckett said. "But the men said they didn't really go that far so I suppose base- cellar?"

"Ah, no we didn't check; if that's what you were asking about," Mercer said. "We could but if they don't go very far then I'm not quite sure what we'll find."

"It's worth a shot," Skye said. "Yes, like talking to Nieman but I meant what I said," she said in mock annoyance to the other three as she knew they were trying not to laugh.

"Let's go," Mercer said after he'd shaken off his confusion. "I'll call Gorman so I don't get in trouble with my supervisors."

Walking out, Beckett waited with the others in the lobby before she said to her husband, "You're really hoping it's like the caves from GA."

"No," Castle said. "Well… I mean it'd be cool if they were but they were serious about them not going that far back. To be honest it's mainly a shot in the dark since I wasn't sure what we could really tell Mercer."

"Neither was I," Mary said. "Luckily you managed to say something," she hurriedly added before they saw the constabulary at the door. They walked with him and Gorman to the pub and once they were inside she stayed back with the others as the two men went to talk to Mr. Post. "They live above the pub?" she asked.

"They do, except for the oldest remember," Skye said to her wife.

"What are you thinking?" Beckett asked.

Before Mary could respond Mercer was calling to them and they followed him and Gorman around the bar to head to the room in the back of it.

"The entrance is here, I hope none of you will mind a ladder down," Mercer told them.

"Ladder?" Castle asked. "Don't you keep kegs down here?" he directed to Mr. Post.

"You've spoken with Basil I imagine," the pub owner said with a slight smile. "And we have an elevator here that Leslie set up."

Looking at the floor towards the other end of the bar Castle said, "That explains the lines on the floor."

Nodding his head Mr. Post said, "I'll have to close the floor over it; it would be a safety hazard."

"Someone will knock before we make our way up," Mercer said before Gorman was going down first.

After the constabulary went down Castle watched his wife and the McDouglas women head down before he was last. He was startled at how far down it was until he reached the floor and looked around before pausing.

"We saw too," Beckett told her husband hurriedly as he had stopped at the dark opening. "But we never asked Post how far back it does go; it may not-" She stopped when she saw that Mercer was holding up his hand and she shared a look with her husband before he was reaching out and taking her arm for a moment as they heard distant talking.

Walking after the constabulary and officer, Beckett could sense her husband was behind her though she didn't check to see where Skye and Mary were. As the darkness started to surround them; though Mercer had an electric lantern he'd grabbed; she felt her husband taking her hand before they could hear the talking growing louder. As they neared it she realized the tunnel bent to the left and she paused as she could see Mercer raising his hand to them.

Castle was tense as they listened to the voices, but relaxed as he could tell they weren't adults. He let go of Beckett's hand so he could tap out, Post's son, on her palm.

Since it was dark Beckett was unable to respond to him and Mercer and Gorman were walking ahead already so they followed. She saw the teen shortly after and recognized the girl from the night of the first attack before the pair were looking up from their phones. "Don't turn those off," she said rapidly as the two gasped and shot up.

"Sir?" the younger Post son asked in a shaky voice.

"Come back with us to the light," Mercer said. When they were back with Skye and Mary he said, "I take it this isn't the first time you two have hid here in the cave you have Mr. Post?"

"We weren't hiding, just hanging out," Jordan Post replied nervously. "We usually do that."

"Does anyone else know about this place?" Gorman asked.

Shaking his head Jordan paused and then looked at his girlfriend saying, "No, I swore Lucy here to secrecy."

"I haven't told anyone sir… sirs," the young woman said quickly.

"Then remain here with these ladies if you please," Mercer said before he motioned to Castle and Beckett before they were going with Gorman back to the pocket in the side of the cave the two had been at.

"Would you like the lights from our phones?" Castle asked when Gorman started shining his lantern around and the light wasn't enough. He wasn't surprised when the two men nodded and he and Beckett were hurrying to get them on before they saw the same thing at the same time in the corner furthest from them and she was bringing it to the attention of the two.

"Looks like the sheet they used in their video," Mercer said, picking it up since he was wearing gloves. "Not diaphanous as Nieman was discussing. We'll need a bag," he said to Gorman.

"I can carry it to the station," the officer said. "I doubt there's a clean enough bag."

"Well… see if they have a new garbage bag and head to the station. I'm not seeing anything else here but I'd like to send for the crime scene team just to make sure," Mercer replied. Once the man had gone he told Castle and Beckett, "Best if we head upstairs now; they'll do a search."

"Sir?" a voice came from the opening to the cellar.

"Mr. Post, we'll need to close things down here for a bit-" Mercer started to say.

"Is my son in trouble?" Mr. Post asked worriedly.

"No, just something we're about to check on," Mercer replied reassuringly. "Would you mind letting us up?"

After the pub owner had moved out of the way they climbed up and Beckett was about to walk around the bar before she felt someone touching her arm. When she saw that it was Mercer she couldn't help her brief smile asking him, "I'm guessing you want me to talk to him," nodding towards the son and his girlfriend who were still there.

"To the young Mr. Post," Mercer replied with a nod. "With me. I wonder if Skye and her wife could speak to the girl."

"We can," Skye said, reaching them. "And we'll do so now in the private room."

"We'll take Mr. Post up to their living quarters," Mercer told Beckett.

"What about my husband?" she asked him before he could move.

Glancing at Castle, Mercer then said, "I would ask if he could remain here… speak to the father?"

"Alright," Beckett said, though she wondered how her husband would react to that request. She walked around the bar to where he was standing and she quickly murmured to him what they were going to do.

"I wonder about doing that," Castle said, leaning down so he could speak into her ear and keep his voice down. "This family seems to be a victim; there are less people right now."

"It's still early," Beckett replied though she could tell he was right. "We'll have lunch here?" she asked him as he pulled away.

"Definitely; hopefully a pint again," Castle replied before he watched his wife leave with the constabulary and younger son. He waited for Skye and Mary to take the girlfriend to a private room before turning to Mr. Post who was behind the bar, looking unsettled as he was absently wiping the already clean counter. He walked down to the man, introducing himself before he asked about the pub and the history to calm him down.

Upstairs in the living quarters for the Post family, Beckett was walking inside first from the staircase before she said, "Mr. Post."

"Ma'am," Leslie Post replied with a nod. He saw his brother behind her and he immediately looked angry telling him, "What're you doing? And with them? I told you I didn't want to see you the rest of the day you silly-"

"What exactly has he done?" Mercer interrupted.

Looking angry still Leslie said, "It was the video he made with his girl and buddy. They made me a fool when I was just trying to help your case."

"There's no harm done," Beckett said. "We did realize that we weren't looking at anything related to the crime. But we appreciate you trying to help."

"Oh… looks like there's hope for you yet you dweeb," Leslie said to his brother.

"If you don't mind," Mercer told the older brother. "We would like to speak to your brother again, just a few questions."

"Does my father know about this?" Leslie asked.

"He does," Beckett said, speaking swiftly as the young man abruptly looked defensive. "And he isn't in trouble, we just want to check on a few things he may end up helping us with."

After they'd waited for the young man to leave the apartment Mercer said to the younger Post son, "You have a very protective brother."

Not surprised when the young man shrugged and mumbled something they couldn't hear, Beckett said, "You've already spoken with the constabulary but there is something we need to know about."

When the young man nodded Mercer said, "Have you seen this man at all?" showing him a picture of Nieman.

"Oh sure, he's the one that comes around for a pint downstairs," Jordan replied. "He's the thief."

"Did you see him that night at all?" Mercer asked.

Studying the picture again Jordan shook his head and said, "I've only seen him around the pub to be honest."

"Has he ever spoken to you before?" Beckett said.

Shaking his head again Jordan told them, "I work in the pub, but only just to serve the food my sister and our cook make. I've served him but he's never said much more than thank you. Tips alright in the end."

"You were leaving the pub just before the first attack," Mercer then said. "You said you hadn't notice anything when Officer Gorman spoke with you, but did you hear anything? Even something as simple as walking along the road or grass or muffled speaking."

Since the young man was obviously trying to recall, Beckett glanced around the room and saw that it was the family room and kitchen, a bit small but it was comfortable. Spotting pictures she wasn't surprised to find it was just of the four kids and Mr. Post; nothing with their mother. She saw a nice view out the kitchen window of town before the young man was speaking and taking her attention.

"I may have been hearing talking but… I wouldn't know who it was," Jordan said. "Not loud enough."

Since she knew Mercer was about to end the interview Beckett was quick to say, "Where were you when you heard that talking."

"It was… I was walking to meet Lucy near the trail to the estate," Jordan said, thinking that over as well. "I suppose just passing the Hive."

"Alright, we'll let you go and I would ask you and any others not to go down to the cellar for anything but the kegs of ale until this case has been solved," Mercer told the young man. "Thank you for speaking to us."

After Jordan had mumbled a you're welcome they were heading to the door and leaving the apartment, going down the stairs to the pub where they met with Skye and Mary in the private room they were still in.

"Since we spoke to Jordan first," Mercer said as Castle had joined them. "I'll let you know about that first since we didn't have much to clear with him after speaking to him before."

Beckett glanced at her husband as the constabulary was telling the others about their discussion with the young man before she said, "I really don't think they saw much or heard anything."

"Not enough to help your case," Skye told Mercer. "And that's essentially what Miss Collins heard as well," she told everyone. "So she doesn't have much to help you with either."

"Mr. Post didn't really have much to say," Castle said, not surprised when the others looked at him next. "Just that his son liked to go around at night with his girlfriend though he was always in early when there was school of course. And believe it or not Mr. Post is a former race car driver."

"He's famous in town for that," Gorman said, walking into the room then. "They're here sir," he directed to Mercer.

"Then I think we're finished here," the constabulary said, standing up. He looked at the others and told them, "Thank you for your help but I'm afraid we're at a bit of a standstill and will need to look at the case again."

"You said you checked the other two pubs right?" Castle asked.

"We did, friendly competition," Gorman answered before Mercer could.

"If you're thinking of the Hive," Mercer said. "I'd thought of that since it's the second oldest after here. But the owners are an old family and friends with the Posts. The employees were spoken to; alibis checked; so we'll see what we can get with everything so far. And of course if it's necessary I'll contact you again." He started to leave the room with Gorman when he paused and then asked Beckett, "You'll let your cousin know of course?"

"I will, I'll see if he can think of anything we haven't," she assured him. Beckett watched the two men leaving before she turned to Mary and Skye and told them, "We wanted to get lunch here."

"Yeah, we talked about that two before you joined us," the investigator replied. "Any idea what you'd like?"

"We know already," Castle said, smiling at his wife when she glanced at him. When she didn't say anything in protest he reached out to her and squeezed her hand before he left the room with Skye so they could order their lunch for their wives.

"I think they'll be fine," Mary said with a smile as they were walking back to White Mount after their meal.

"I'm sure they will but let's hope there won't be any more attacks," Skye said.

"It's frustrating you," Beckett told her.

"What? The fact no one else has been attacked?" Skye asked in feigned shock.

Rolling her eyes Beckett said, "We've had our share of that."

"A few of them," Castle said. "But you know eventually they'll get something."

"I just hope they do find something," Mary commented. "There's nothing really pointing to a motive which I'm going to say you need now."

"I'm wondering about the kids' mother," Castle said to his wife. "The former Mrs. Post."

"I had the same thought," Skye said.

"Did anyone mention it to Mercer?" Mary asked as she looked at the three who were obviously in agreement.

"I did," Skye said.

"When?" Beckett asked in surprise.

"While you were getting lunch ordered," Skye replied though she was talking to Castle. "He said they'd had the same thought and were going to look at her along with the case."

"I wonder why she would do this if it was her," Mary said.

"The only one that seems possible is the idea that she's getting revenge on her ex-husband," Beckett replied. "Though why allow them to live…"

"Then it makes it a little less likely it was her," Skye said as they were climbing over the fence to the manor. "Why would she care about their lives if she wanted Mr. Post to pay for that?"

"I had the same thought," Beckett told her as they were going down the path that led to the stables. "Though she would know them."

"Which also lends itself to the theory it's someone from town," Skye commented.

"Something I've been thinking of," Castle said. He looked ahead of them at the manor before he said to the women, "Now what?"

"That ride you mentioned is right out," Skye said.

"We were talking about reading earlier," Castle reminded his wife.

"I'm surprised," Beckett told him as she smiled. Seeing his startled expression she couldn't help laughing softly and told him, "That you didn't suggest swimming."

"Oh well… another day," Castle replied, shrugging his shoulders.

Reaching over to him Beckett took his hand and squeezed it before they were walking up to the stables. Learning that Brennan was in the house she led the way over to it before asking one of the housemaids where her cousin was. Since he was helping Clara set their younger children down for their naps she waited with her husband at the bottom of the stairs. "You wouldn't want to swim?" she asked him.

"No that's fine," Castle replied, shaking his head. He was about to ask her what she wanted to do before they heard footsteps upstairs. Seeing that it was Brennan and Clara he looked at his wife and waited for her to speak first.

"What is it? Not another attack?" the latter asked in concern.

"Oh no," Beckett assured her quickly. "It's the case, we were with Mercer."

"Managed to get in touch with Nieman at the station?" Brennan asked.

"Is there somewhere we can talk about this?" Beckett asked.

"This way," Clara told them, leading them over to the parlor.

"What do you have?" Brennan asked once the door was closed behind them.

Explaining everything they'd done after they'd reached the station, Castle and Beckett took a while to elucidate them before they had finished with their talk with Skye and Mary returning to the manor.

"Where are they?" Clara asked.

"They decided to swim," Beckett answered.

"I really wonder if Mercer would be able to solve this," Brennan said. "Perhaps it was just these three men? If no one else has been hurt…" When the two shrugged he said, "Well, Nieman's settled here. He's sharing a room with Duckworth; a stable hand who'll be keeping an eye on him once he's back from working with one of the horses."

"You agreed to that?" Beckett said, looking at Clara.

"Delmar is with him now; he'll be watched," she said. "My dad would be furious at not protecting him though he's an outlaw himself. It's the right thing to do if he can identify the attacker in some way."

"He might," Castle said, seeing his wife out of the corner of his eye nodding in agreement. "But for now I think we're going to play pool for a little; make sure we're ready in case Mercer calls us."

"I need to head back to the stables," Brennan said, looking at his watch. "Are you still joining me Clare?"

"I will," she replied. Clara looked at Castle and Beckett and said, "The maid that looks after the children will be dusting near the nursery, I'd like check on some colts."

"We'll let you know if Mercer gets in touch with us," Beckett said, nodding.

"Oh," Brennan said, stopping after he and Clara started to walk away. "Take this to get in touch with me if that should happen."

Taking the walkie-talkie Beckett said, "Do you use these often?"

"They help outside and we have a number of them," Brennan said, looking at the top of it in his cousin's hand. "Just checking. We'll see you."

After the couple had left Beckett and Castle headed to the pool room and she made sure the walkie-talkie was on while her husband setting the pool balls in the rack. She then said, "I'm surprised you didn't take this from me," as she set it on a table along the side of the room.

"I've seen them before," Castle said easily, pushing the filled rack back and forth before he set it in its place. Once the rack was set aside he picked up his cue before he walked around to where his wife was standing. "Wait," he told her, reaching for her arm.

Looking at her husband questioningly Beckett soon realized what he wanted before his lips reached hers. She kissed him back and wrapped her arm around his neck while she held onto her cue with her other hand. It was a very simple kiss and they were shortly after parting before she smiled and said, "I was expecting that."

"Then why did you look confused?" Castle asked.

"Because I forgot for a second," Beckett replied easily before she pushed on the back of his neck. They kissed gently before she was turning her attention to the table and she frowned before she said, "I feel weird doing this."

"I know," Castle said. "Should we make a m… a board?"

"If we don't hear from him after this game," Beckett said after she'd thought over that for a moment.

"Decompress?" Castle asked his wife.

Beckett smiled and nodded before she leaned over the table to break the triangle and stepped out of the way of her husband. When he grabbed her she wasn't surprised and watched him as he was looking at the table before he turned to her and spoke.

"I was debating about whether we should keep playing or not," Castle said. "Or more specifically if I should keep playing."

"We should," Beckett said simply. "Take your shot."

"Sure," Castle told her quickly before he looked at the table. When he found a possible shot he leaned over the table and took it though he ended up missing.

Beckett went to where he was, glancing at him as he quickly walked around the side of the table to watch her. She sank that shot and went to set up her next when she realized her husband was moving away from her again. "What are you doing?" she asked him as she stood up.

"Nothing," Castle replied. "Just getting out of your way."

Setting her cue on top of the table Beckett turned to him and said, "You do realize you can watch me while I'm bent over," trying not to smile as her husband's eyes widened at that.

"I…" Castle started to say though he stopped himself as he wasn't sure he could continue. He shook himself and when he was sure that he could speak he told her, "I didn't really want to be that kind of guy."

Beckett smiled outright that time and told him, "Oh, you may think you are but remember you're my husband."

"And you don't mind," Castle said, wondering how his tone wasn't hopeful.

"No," Beckett replied, fighting another smile. She then grabbed her cue and took her next shot. Since she missed she stepped back for her husband to go, looking on while he was leaning over the table. After his two shots she studied what was left and then went around to where he was standing since the cue ball was there. Glancing at him for a moment, she saw he wasn't about to move so she turned to the table to take her shot.

Castle gave a quick look at his wife while she leaned over before some movement caught his eye in the doorway. He did his best not to glare at the youngest Elliston but before he could say anything his wife was turning to him.

When her husband looked down at her, Beckett smiled and wrapped her arm around his neck before pulling him to her. They kissed gently before she stared into his eyes and murmured, "We should head to another room," in Irish.

"Good idea, you won," Castle said, not surprised when she was laughing briefly. He helped her clean up the table and they walked out of the room, going upstairs to their bedroom though Brenton had disappeared after she had laughed. When they reached it he said, "The w-" before his wife was holding up the walkie-talkie she'd remembered to bring with them.

"Get a piece of paper and we'll start," Beckett said, going to the table.

"Yeah, hopefully there's a pen," Castle replied as he went to the desk that was near the doorway to the closet. He found both and went back to his wife, sitting next to her before he was kissing her deeply on the lips as he cupped her face with his hand. He couldn't stop himself; intending to keep things simple; and he slipped his tongue into her mouth before he was overjoyed to find her responding to him.

Beckett ended the kiss to gasp when her husband suddenly pulled her onto his lap before they were kissing again. They were far more passionate that time and she was sliding her fingers through his hair before they were slowly parting after a few of the same kisses. She was panting heavily before he was kissing along her neck and she closed her eyes before he moved around to her ear lobe. "Oh… Rick wait… please," she whispered as he was gently nibbling on it.

"Yeah," Castle said, pulling away from her. "I was… unsettled?"

"I think angry works better," Beckett said a little absently as she brushed some of his hair off his forehead.

"It was brief," Castle said, making her look down at him. He then kissed her gently on the lips before he said, "Should we start?"

"Probably," Beckett said, starting to move to get off his lap. "Rick," she said simply when he held her in place.

Sighing in slight annoyance Castle let her go and watched her sit on the chair next to him. "You or me?" he asked, holding out the pen.

"You," Beckett replied. She watched him write down the time of the first attack and the date before he was writing the second. "They were quick," she commented, seeing the times.

"If all they were doing was knocking them out and getting someone else to drag the unconscious bodies then they could run to the next," Castle commented. He wrote down the date and time of the third attack and then told her, "I was wondering if they were random before we heard from Nieman. But what about other local outlaws?"

"For the other attacks?" Beckett asked him. When he nodded she became thoughtful for a moment and then said, "I want to say for the other two they did it themselves but I can't say for sure. We should ask Nieman about that."

"We'll have to find him," Castle replied. He looked back down at the paper and then wrote about the video from the three teenagers before he wrote about the three pubs.

"I don't think we really have much," Beckett said, watching him pausing.

"No…" Castle said. "To be honest-" he started to say before they were turning to the walkie-talkie which suddenly came to life.

"Kate," Brennan said over it.

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Beckett said to her cousin.

"… stable… down… Duckworth has been… a… ed," Brennan said.

"Brennan the radio… Brennan," Beckett said before the walkie-talkie cut out completely. She tried to get it working again but found herself unable to so she looked at her husband asking him, "Did it sound like he said attacked?"

"It did; they might be on the property," Castle said before they were getting up from the table and grabbing their coats in passing while they ran.