Chapter 11

He looked behind the couch, in the kitchen, and couldn't help but think about what the social services would say and that they would take Alexis. The bedroom door opened and Beckett came out in shorts and a t shirt, her long brown hair was back in a ponytail, and she was holding Emily.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Ready?"

"Yeah. You got her car seat?"

"In my car. Come on." Castle started to go out the door.

"Your car? As in your going to drive?"

"Yep. That's part of your relaxing day."

"Okay. But just remember, this is the only time your going to drive."

"I'll remember." Castle said, again. Outside Beckett's apartment, she was admiring Castle's "Fed Mobile," as he called it.

"You finally got that car." Beckett snickered, pulling the door handle. "It's locked."

Castle pushed a button on his key chain and Beckett opened the door. Emily started screaming as Beckett attempted to strap her in. "Hey. It's okay, sweetie. Shh, Em. Your fine, beautiful." She succeeded and shut the door. Feeling Castle watching her, she asked "What, Castle?"

"Uh, nothing." He opened his door and climbed in, Beckett did the same.

"Okay fill me in on the case. What happened to our vic's family?"

"Someone killed them. Even the eight year old boy. Jack Moore is still at the station."

"Even the eight year old? Okay, this killer is cold hearted. What about Connelly?"

"Oh, according to our records he hasn't been seen or heard from in two years. That car's following us."

Beckett pushed herself up in her seat for a moment and looked into the mirror. "You're right. I saw that car when I was strapping in Emily. Hey, hey, turn down Minnesota, quick."

Castle pressed down on the brake and did a sharp turn left, but for a lost cause, the car turned left as well.

Beckett's phone rang. "Beckett." She kept watching the car through the mirror.

"Yo. Got some bad news. Jack was killed in holding."

"That's it. The whole family's gone." Beckett realized something, and slowly turned around. "Except..."

"How do you know about the others?"

"Can't talk now. Bye." She hung up. "Castle, I know why. Their trying to kill the entire family."

"Well why didn't you say something to Esposito?"

"Because I'm not supposed to be working on the case, and he won't get here in another half an hour. Um." Beckett was trying to form an idea, quickly. She reached down and pulled a lever, her seat slid back and she unbuckled her seat belt. Turning around in her seat, putting her knees on the back of the chair, she started unbuckling Emily. "Okay, sweetie. Please be quiet, k?"

"Uh huh." She put her arms around Beckett's neck and allowed herself to be picked up.

"I'm putting you in Rick's lap. Stay there and make as little noise as possible." And Beckett did as she said she would.

"Whoa. What are you doing? I can't concentrate. Miniskirt? Boom? Remember?"

"It's safer for her in your lap." She rolled her window down all the way, and rooted around in her plastic pool side bag, pulling out her gun. She began poking her head out of the window and sat on the window sill. Castle, making sure Emily was safe in his lap, took one hand off the steering wheel and put it on Beckett's leg, holding her still. "Castle, take your hand off my leg."

"I don't feel comfortable with you sitting like that. You're going to fall out sooner or later."

"Castle I'm fine. Now. Get your frickn' hand off my frickn' leg!" She aimed her gun towards the car. And Castle started to move his hand. He was half way to the steering wheel when the car hit a ditch.