Hey look, it's Chapter Three of Armed and Dangerous written by SheWhoTangles. Please give her some love and reviews because she's kind of nervous. Anyways, she also wanted me to talk to you guys and make sure you know that we've gone back in time for this story. We are post 4x02 ladies and gents and hopefully we made that clear but if we didn't...now you know.

It's my turn next to write a chapter and if life goes as planned - which it never does - I'll have it out right around the same times as Glass Slipper (if you haven't seen the new chapter please go and check it out after you read this chapter) which is a weekend thing. We'll see. Anyways, here's your new chapter. Please review, even if you hate it, we would love to hear from you.

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Enjoy 3

Castle fiddled with the espresso machine, his mind trapped back in time. What would be the odds of a coincidence like that? Though in retrospect, if he had to choose a favorite case he and Beckett had worked on, their first murder together would be it—with the exception of Castle's biggest unsolved mystery of all. His cup finally filled, Castle pondered his own silent case… the mystery of Beckett. He was hooked on solving her from the moment he accidentally bared a part of her she had hidden from the rest of the world that day in the interrogation room. She had challenged him to explain her. His words slipped through her shield, and the glimpse of her pain and her passion hooked him immediately.

"Castle?" Beckett's voice startled him by its unexpected closeness. Castle's hot coffee was suddenly propelled, involuntarily by his own hand, up the front of his shirt. "Castle! What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing," he said in his eight-year-old voice, desperately trying to hold the offensive, dripping cup away from him. "Ouch, ouch, ouch…" Hot liquid on his shirt was scalding the skin on his chest. Beckett grabbed some napkins off the counter next to her and began pressing them against his chest to absorb some of the hot coffee. Castle could feel her fingers through the warm, wet fabric. They both paused for a few suspended seconds. Beckett looked up at just the perfect moment for their eyes to lock, her fingertips resting on his dampened shirt… her lips parted… the kiss-vibe hanging tautly between them again.

"Am I interrupting something?" Gates voice cut through them both like a chainsaw, shooting them apart and resulting in Castle dumping more hot coffee down across his hand and shirt sleeve.

"No… sir. Of course not," answered Beckett with a voice deceivingly calm, despite the sensation of singed and tingling fingertips.

"If we are done with our coffee break," the derisive voice sliced the tensed air, "perhaps you could enlighten me on what you think of this case so far."

"Have no clue what is going on at the moment," answered Castle, though even he was unsure whether he was talking about the case or Beckett.

Beckett's 'We're working on it, sir' was gratefully interrupted by Ryan and Esposito via cell phone. Kate answered, thrilled to have a something to distract her from Gate's stone cold glare and an excuse to turn her blushing face away from both sets of eyes. Gates' gaze turned to irritated shards glaring at Castle as he tried to look dignified with coffee still dripping down his shirt.

"What, where?" Beckett said into the phone, shooting Castle a raised eyebrow and quizzical look. "Right. Yes, we're on our way." Kate clicked off her phone and grabbed the cup from Castle's hand with one hand, quickly refilling his hand with the rest of napkins she held. "We just got a lead at the hotel. Let's go."

Castle followed Beckett out the door hopeless dabbing at his wet shirt with the napkins, and the glare of Iron Gates burrowing through his back. He may have helped to solve their most recent vigilante case but he was still on the outs with her – and it was starting to irritate him.

They arrived at the hotel lobby with Castle still tugging at his sportscoat to cover his coffee-spotted shirt. Pouting, he still didn't understand why they couldn't swing by his place for a clean shirt. A few seconds later, Castle's attention was finally righted as the hotel receptionist speaking to Beckett handed her a note with both of their names, Castle and Beckett, written on the outside. Already dusted for prints by the boys, Beckett gently took the note with gloved hands and carefully opened it. Castle breathed in Beckett's scent as he leaned in closely to look over her shoulder at the words. Ryan and Esposito leaned over the two of them, humming in curiosity as Beckett unfolded the message.

Remember this place?

Confused, Castle and Beckett look around and slowly realize that this is the hotel where they first met. The very place that Castle was thinking of before Kate startled him back at the precinct. Castle starts to speak and Beckett raises her hand, motioning him to stop speaking.

"It's just a-"

"Don't say coincidence." He whined

"Stalker," she shrugged seriously.

"Really?"

Beckett rolls her eyes at him. "No; it's obviously a coincidence, Castle. We just need to figure out the significance of all this to our case." Beckett had her phone out and dialed before Castle realized she was calling someone. "Lanie, any info on our victim yet? …ok. Good. We're heading back there now." She hung up and nodded to her boys "guys, tie up here. We're heading back to see what Lanie has."

They arrived at the morgue in no time. "…so you're telling us you have no idea of…" Lanie interrupted Castle with 'the look' and he closed his mouth afraid to speak or be sent out of the room again.

"She had no ID on her, as you know. Nothing popped in CODIS and there are no identifying marks on her at all. What I do know is she fell from the top of that hotel building, but it wasn't the fall that killed her. Someone went out to that alley after she was pushed off and then beat her to death with something rectangular; and whatever it was, it was heavy enough to leave marks.

Castle tried to interject a hypothesis, but this time Beckett shot him down with one of her stifling looks as soon as he said the word 'book'. Castle's puppy dog expression at the 'close your mouth, Castle' visual slap from both girls almost had Lanie giggling but she turned quickly, attempting to hide her expression from Castle and knocking down one of her black lights from the counter. She managed to catch the expensive equipment, accidentally turning it on in the process, and grazed the light across the hand of Jane Doe. Neon squiggles flashed before their eyes. They all looked at each other startled.

In slow motion, the three heads moved in closer like children surrounding a treasure found on the beach. Glowing like a ghostly warning from their past, the duo saw something written in invisible ink on the woman's hand. Lanie turned the victim's hand slowly as Castle and Beckett read the address out loud together, finishing the last of the address looking at each other before Lanie even finished turning the victim's hand to read the rest of it.

"How did you know what it said?" She asked the duo.

But they didn't speak out loud; they didn't have to. The emotion and pain in Castle's eyes, said it all.

Ba-dun dun dun... what does the address say? Any guesses?