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"Did Castle just say 'one and done?'" Zentara asked Celeste in an excited whisper.

"Shhhh! " Celeste glanced frantically over her shoulder. "Someone might hear us and then we'll never find out what happened to J.J."

Zentara slapped a hand over her mouth as if to trap the words inside.

The three of them had been so excited when they found the hotel that Celeste had recognized right away as being where Caskett had first met. Because Zentara had money in her jeans pocket when they were suddenly transported to New York, they were able to book a room for the night. They had only been there for a brief time when Celeste had mentioned being hungry, which had been immediately seconded by JJ. Zentara had gone down to the snack bar since she didn't have enough money left for them to eat at the upscale restaurant. The cost for the three of them to stay at the hotel had been almost as much as Zentara paid for a month's rent back home.

Holding a bag of sandwiches in one hand and a large drink with three straws sticking out in the other, Zentara had stepped out of the elevator only to be pushed back inside by a trembling and wide-eyed Celeste.

"What the-" Zentara cried only to be cut off by Celeste as the elevator doors closed.

"JJ…balcony…pushed…" Celeste gasped.

Zentara dropped the items in her hand, not even feeling the soft drink that splashed over her right shoe. She grasped Celeste by the shoulders, her gaze troubled but calm. Zentara had always been the type to be completely calm in a crisis, only to fall apart after things returned to normal. "What happened? Exactly?"

"I was in the bathroom when I heard JJ scream," Celeste said once she was able to speak in more than short bursts. She was still shaking but she was able to give Zentara the explanation in frantic whispers. "I ran out there but all I saw was that the door was open. I looked down the hallway but no one was there. But then I saw it in the mirror."

"Saw what?" Zentara asked impatiently.

"Part of the balcony had broken off," Celeste continued. "I didn't want to look. But I had to. And JJ-"

"What? JJ what?"

"I don't think she made it."

Zentara let out a horrified gasp. Thankfully the elevator doors opened to the lobby at that exact moment. Celeste rushed across the lobby and out the front doors, Zentara on her heels. She came to a sudden stop and Zentara, looking around for JJ rather than watching where she was going, slammed into her.

"Why…?"

"She's not here!" Celeste cried.

"What?"

"Come on, we've got to find her!"

"But where do we even start looking?"

Celeste made a quick sweep of their immediate surroundings, stopping when she saw a nearby ally. "There," she pointed. "If someone was trying to quickly get rid of a body, that's probably where they would do it."

That made sense to Zentara so she merely nodded and followed Celeste. The two were almost at the entrance to the ally when Celeste came to a sudden stop.

"It's Lanie," Celeste whispered as the M.E. crouched next to JJ's sprawled form.

"Does that mean that Caskett-?"

"Probably," Celeste answered. "Which means we'd better make sure they don't see us."

"But why?" Zentara wanted to know. "Aren't we witnesses? Or at least, aren't you?"

"We're in a fictional world," Celeste said. "We don't have identities here. I doubt our fingerprints are in their database. That would make us suspect. And if we told them the truth-"

Zentara shuddered. "We'd end up in a psych ward."

"If we're lucky."

A sliver of panic cracked through Zentara's calm. "So what do we do?"

"We follow them," Celeste said. "But from a distance. Don't you want the chance to watch a Caskett investigation live?"

"JJ just died." Zentara shook her head in disgust. "How can you be so callous?"

"You know Beckett won't rest until JJ gets justice," Celeste replied with a roll of her eyes, reminding Zentara a little of Beckett as she did. "We can just help behind the scenes."

"Help how?" Zentara asked. "We don't know anything!"

Celeste shrugged. "We just need to keep our eyes and ears open. We both know JJ better than Caskett does. At some point they might need some information that only we have."

"Why don't we just approach them directly?"

"Hello, psych ward?" Celeste reminded her.

"Oh. Yeah. That."

Zentara decided to follow Celeste's lead. Obviously she paid more attention to the mystery-solving aspect of their favorite show than Zentara did. Zentara tended to focus almost exclusively on the relationship development. To her the fun of the cases was watching how Caskett worked together to solve them. She rarely tried to figure out who the killer was; it was enough for her that Caskett would discover it.

They didn't have to wait too long before their favorite detective and writer appeared on the scene.

Harrison Tisdale? Zentara mouthed when Castle mentioned the killer of his and Beckett's first case. She didn't want to risk even a whisper now that Castle and Beckett were only a few yards away from where they were hiding.

Doubt it, Celeste mouthed back.

C&B a rock band? Celeste said silently, rolling her eyes. Zentara put her hands over her mouth to hold back a laugh.

They quickly decided against following Castle and Beckett into the precinct; it would be too easy to be spotted at a police station. They didn't have long to wait before the detective and writer exited the building, a large coffee stain on Castle's shirt.

As they did at the precinct, Celeste and Zentara didn't bother to try to sneak into the morgue but waited quietly.

Zentara wasn't by nature visually observant, but there was something about the park that Castle and Beckett went to next that seemed strangely familiar. She let out a gasp when Beckett mentioned 'the nanny case,' the second case Castle and Beckett had worked together.

The question about Castle referring to Beckett's 'one and done' comment slipped out before Zentara even realized she'd said the words out loud. She was thankful that Celeste had reminded her before someone heard them.

But someone did hear. Someone who was not happy about this turn of events. Someone who was determined that nothing would get in the way of the plan. Someone who decided that there was now a serious problem that would have to be dealt with.

Soon.

"Why don't you just shoot something?"

Beckett looked over her shoulder to see Castle's gaze fixed on one of the hanging silhouettes. They had been searching the area for clues for over fifteen minutes but so far had come up empty. Finally out of desperation-and a need for a little humor to lighten her mood, something she would never admit to him-Beckett had asked if he had come up with any crazy theories yet. Instead of making her smile, however, his words had only managed to nudge her stress level up another notch.

"We're here to work, Castle," she reminded him. "Not so that you can re-live the one time you were able to take advantage of my underestimating you."

"I didn't say anything about me," Castle pointed out. "And there were many times I could have taken advantage, Beckett. I just chose not to."

"Name one," Beckett challenged.

"How about I show you, instead."

Beckett had forgotten just how fast Castle could move. She barely had time to draw a breath before his hands were on her shoulders and he was pulling her towards him.

He wouldn't.

Would he?

His lips were almost on hers when he suddenly moved his head so that his lips were by her right ear. "Now why don't you shoot something so that I can test my theory?"

Beckett quickly schooled her features into an unaffected mask. There was no way she was going to let Castle know he had gotten to her. The fact that her pulse was racing and that his hands were creating tingles in her shoulders was going to remain her little secret. Although she couldn't quite suppress the shiver that shot through her as his hot breath hit her ear.

When Castle stepped away from her a moment later, a knowing smirk was on his lips.

"Just tell me the theory, Castle," Beckett said, refusing to give him the satisfaction of admitting that his little demonstration had indeed proven his point.

"I was just thinking that maybe the clue is on one of the silhouettes."

Beckett couldn't deny that was a good theory, based on the odd places the clues had been placed thus far. And they certainly weren't getting anywhere with the regular method of searching.

"All right, Castle, you've talked me into it," Beckett said.

"I wonder what else I can talk you into," Castle's tone was contemplative.

"Nothing right now," Beckett snapped.

Castle's eyes widened at that. "Right now?" he choked out.

Beckett scowled. She was letting Castle get to her too much. She needed to focus on the case and not on her confusing feelings for her partner. Which would have been so much easier to do if the case didn't seem to be all about them.

"Just shoot something, Castle."

She was surprised that Castle remained silent while he put on the goggles and ear protection. Although he did mutter, "Over three years shadowing you and I still don't own a gun" when she handed him her weapon.

Unlike the first time he had shot a silhouette target in front of her, Castle immediately got into the proper stance and fired. Instead of the normal small boom, there was a soft pinging sound.

"That sounded like-" Castle started.

"It hit something metal." Beckett finished his thought.

Together cop and writer walked over to the paper target. Beckett took it down from the hooks and turned it over. Glued across the back of the ten-ring, where Castle had shown Beckett his shooting skills all those years ago, was a gold metal plaque. Taped to the plague was a brochure for the Waldorf hotel.