A/N: So another, even shorter chapter. I wanted to give a personal dimension to the case for Beckett and Castle so came up with this AU bit of memory for Beckett. We'll get to Castle's later.

Disclaimer : Again Castle is the property of Mr Marlowe, ABC and the other writers of this intriguing show. The characters are just so good I like to have a go at playing with them.

The elevator doors to the 12th precinct open and Beckett and Castle push out the handcuffed suspect that they had caught at the victim's apartment. Beckett signals to a nearby uniformed officer, "LT, take this guy to holding for us will you."

Ryan and Esposito approach them from down the corridor as the suspect is led away.

"Who's that guy?" asks Ryan

"He rabbited from the vic's apartment after we got there. Driver's licence says he's a Paul Sorizo with an address in Brooklyn. I was going to run down some more info on him before I put him in the box. Any luck with the photographer, Ferry?" asks Beckett as she walks to her desk and takes her seat and Castle takes his next to it.

"I don't know about luck. I just know that I feel like I need a shower after talking to that guy," responds Ryan.

Esposito continues, "Guy's a real slime bag. When we got to his studio he kept us talking at the front door. Said he hadn't seen Carmody since their dust up and hadn't met him before that day. At the time of death he said he was finishing up taking photos at a modelling agency's party on the other side of town. But something wasn't right about the way he tried to block our view into his studio."

Ryan takes up the story, "So I did the old line and asked if I could use the restroom and we were able to get past him. Inside we found a girl, semi clothed, lying on a couch in front of a camera and a bunch of lights and she did not look happy. When she saw our badges she immediately asked for our help. That caused Ferry to try to leave but we collared him."

"The girl was only 16 years old and she told us that she'd been lured there by Ferry with the promise of taking shots for a high end clothing line. Once there he started putting pressure on her to make the photos more revealing," added Esposito with disgust.

Beckett's eyes flash in anger at this and Castle notices her knuckles go white as she balls her fists on the desk in front of her. "Tell me you got her out of there and brought that guy in," growls Beckett.

"Oh Yeah, she's in the break room waiting for her parents after giving her statement to Velasquez and we've got him sweating in interrogation," replies Ryan. Seeing Beckett's reaction he asks, "Did you want to take a run at him?" Handing her a file.

"Yes I do," she responds in a voice that will brook no argument. "While I do that could you get me the background on Sorizo and start looking into Carmody's phone calls and financials? See if we can start a timeline on where he was before the murder."

"No problem," says Esposito as he and Ryan turn and walk to their respective desks to start their research.

Beckett is still sitting at her desk, looking into the distance, remembering something and from her balled fists, her eyes and their own instinctive connection Castle could tell it wasn't a pleasant something. He reaches over and places his hand over one of her fists to try and reassure her.

"Hey, what is it?" he asks with a sympathetic whisper.

She looks at him and the genuine concern on his face cools her heat a little allowing her to open up, "What that girl went through just reminded me of something that happened to me when I wasn't much older than her."

Castle's concern shoots up another level, "What happened?"

She releases a long breath and continues, "When I was trying out modelling work for catalogues in college, before my mom died, I got myself into a similar situation. The photographer that took the photos for the catalogue that you've already seen….."

"Seen, that image of you all smiles in that tennis outfit will be with me until we are both old and grey and solving murders from wheel chairs," interrupts Castle, trying to lighten her mood.

He succeeds slightly bringing the twitch of a smile to the corner of her mouth, "I still can't believe the boys showed you that photo after I told them not to. Anyway, during our second session he started suggesting that I reveal more and more and make my poses more provocative. He just kept at me saying "Come on, everyone does it, don't you want to get ahead?" And the look in his eyes. I could tell he was getting off on the idea. He started getting closer and closer, imposing his bulk on me. It was the most threatened I'd ever felt up to then."

"What did you do?"

"I froze at first. I couldn't believe it was happening. But then I got angry and he got a bit too close. That's when I kicked him."

"Tell me it was…..."

"Yep, right in the package. As he was writhing on the ground I got my stuff and got out of there as fast as I could."

"If I'd been there I think I would of done more than just kicking him in the package," commented Castle with his own look of anger in his eyes.

"When my mom and dad heard what happened, well you can imagine what two lawyers might do. Let's just say that the guy found it very difficult to get work with decent magazines ever again. With that, my run in with Matilda King and my mother's murder not soon after it put me off the idea of doing any more modelling. That case we did with that murdered model a couple of years ago brought up some of this and then Matilda King but this situation is so much closer to what I experienced that all those feelings are just boiling to the surface. It's another thing about being a woman and a cop. I never want to feel that vulnerable again."

As her story had continued she'd gradually relaxed her hands until they were no longer in fists. By the end the hand Castle was holding had turned and they now just held hands with Castle giving her that familiar circular motion with his thumb on the back of hers. She looks down at them and smiles at the memory of when they first did that. Then what it meant later when they were trying to keep their relationship secret. Now it was his silent way of showing his love and support. Looking up into those blue eyes of his she sees those same emotions, draws on them and says, "OK, let's see what this…..guy has to say for himself."