A/N : So after a bit of action time for a regroup. We're not finished just yet. Still a little way to go. Thanks again to all that have stuck with this story and have reviewed.

Disclaimer : Castle comes from the minds of Andrew Marlowe, David Amann and the other writers under the auspices of ABC/Disney. Ideas of things to do with what they've come up with just keep springing from my mind.

Castle is standing at the coffee machine in the break room of the 12th preparing two cups of triple strength espresso. It is 2am and an hour since they all got back from the raid on the warehouse. With uncanny timing, just he finishes preparing the last cup, Beckett joins him. She takes the proffered cup with a weary smile.

"Thanks."

"How's it going out there?" asks Castle sympathetically.

"The members of the gang that survived aren't talking but we don't need them to. That warehouse was full of evidence. Plus some of the girls are talking," responds Beckett, resting her hip against the break room counter and taking an appreciative sip of her coffee.

"Some?"

"Yeah, they are all very traumatised. We've got councillors here helping but it will be a long road for them. I saw you talking to the girl that was held hostage. What did she say?" she enquires with raised eyebrows.

"What you'd expect. She'd been taken at a night club three nights ago. One minute she was heading to the restroom at the back of the club and the next she wakes up in that container. The gang didn't speak to the girls except to threaten them and tell them to be quiet. Just before we got there they told them they were going for a trip in the morning and not to try to escape or they would all be hurt," responds Castle taking a sip of his own coffee.

"That fits with what the other girls are saying. Also, there was a semi out the back with more fake plates. Looks like they were going to take them out of the city by road. The ports here in New York must have become too hot for them," Beckett pauses and takes another sip of coffee looking at Castle over the rim of her cup. "You know I should be mad at you for stepping forward in that container. After I told you to stay behind us what do you do but get a criminal to point his gun at you," she looks at him in the eyes but her tone is resigned rather than angry.

Castle has the good grace to look away at his feet, embarrassed, "I know. I just needed to help. I did get him to surrender."

"Yeah, you did and I know that telling you to stay behind sometimes is like telling you not to breathe but I worry about you. I don't want you adding another punctuation point to your vest. You complained so much about that bruise last time," she adds finishing with a quirk of her mouth to an almost smile so that he knows she's not really upset.

He looks up and gives her a slight smile in response, "I promise to listen to you if for nothing else than to save the expense of getting yet another vest." Getting back to business he continues, "I saw that van we were looking for in a corner of the warehouse. So they hadn't got rid of it. Any other evidence to link them to Sam's murder?"

"CSU are running ballistics on all the guns we collected. They might have gotten rid of the one that shot Sam but hopefully one of them will match the bullet Lanie took from his shoulder. None of them were wearing gloves so we'll be able to match a gun to a shooter."

"What's next?" asks Castle taking a long drink of his coffee, draining it and setting the cup down.

"I better get started on the report on all this. Gates wants a debrief with the top brass from 1PP first thing plus I want to be here if CSU comes up with anything. Why don't you go home? At least one of us should get some sleep," she asks taking her own last long drink of her coffee, picking up Castle's cup and taking it and hers and placing them in the sink for washing up later.

"No way. If you're staying, I'm staying. I saw some computer equipment from the warehouse being taken into the tech room. I thought I'd see if I could help Tori go through it all. Plus I didn't get to finish going through all the stuff on Sam's SD card."

"Do you think you'll find anything more on it that will be relevant?"

"I'm not sure. I've just got a feeling that there's something more there," he finishes with conviction.

Beckett shrugs her shoulders and leads him out of the break room, "OK, far be it from me to put a damper on this new found enthusiasm to stick around while I do paperwork. Let me know if you find anything."

"Sure," and he heads off towards the tech room as Beckett takes her seat at her desk.

Beckett spends the next two hours drafting her report on the raid. She is interrupted from her tedious task a couple of times. First by Agent Trent taking his leave and then by Ryan and Esposito as they report back on their interviews of the victims and the gang members. Like with Castle she tries to get the boys to go home but they insist on staying and continuing with the interviews. Now from her desk she can see the both of them, crashed at their desks. The bullpen is almost empty. All the extra officers and FBI had left and only the small night crew were present. The surviving members of the gang are in holding and the freed girls have been sent to hospital of observation. Thinking that an hour or so on the couch in the break room will help her face the brass in a few hours she gets up and heads to the tech room to find Castle. With her shoulder resting on the door frame of the tech room she sees him hunched in front of a keyboard and monitor, chin in one hand as the other clicks away at a mouse while he stares at the screen.

"Hey, where's Tori?" she asks as she walks over and takes the seat next to him.

"After she showed me what to do I told her to go home. No use in all of us looking like zombies tomorrow, I mean today. The boys?" he asks turning in his chair to look at her.

"Finally zonked out at their desks. I was going to try and get forty in the break room. Find anything?"

"Quite a bit. Looks like he'd only started following them in the last couple of weeks. Still going through it all. He'd been leaving a lot of gaps between saving material and some of it is out of sequence. He was probably busy following them and was only saving files in bulk when he got a chance. If we are right and he was following them the night he was killed and they saw him then I'm hoping there might be something here from that night. I also found some journal entries that indicate he might have gotten a line on someone giving tech support to the gang," he replies as he rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands.

"Why don't you take a break and try and get some shut eye as well? I'd ask you to join me in the break room but I don't think Gates would appreciate finding us spooning on the couch, even if we could both fit on it," she asks reaching out to rub his forearm.

Castle gives a snort, "Yeah, unfortunately if we could both fit sleep would definitely be all we'd be doing. Even if that is a fantasy I've had for quite a while," he responds with a weary smile and waggle of his eyebrows.

Beckett rolls her eyes but returns with her own weary grin, "Why am I not surprised. You know that it's normally you pestering me to get some rest, to take a break from a case. I'm not sure I can stand these role reversals. Come on, take a break and when you get back to it you'll be fresher and ready to find what you need," suggests Beckett continuing to rub his arm.

"OK, I'll try. That armchair in the corner is looking a bit inviting. I'm starting to think I should invest in a couple of camp beds to be kept here when we do these all-nighters. Of course if you're sure you don't want some company in the break room all you have to do is ask. I wouldn't mind being your mattress," he adds looking hopefully at her.

"Tempting babe, but no. Get some rest," and with a parting squeeze of his arm she gets up and leaves.