Montgomery had joined Castle and the others in the viewing room in time to catch the end of Beckett's conversation with Madison. He looked up when Beckett joined them after releasing Madison.

"Well?"

She shrugged.

"I don't think he's involved, but I'm going to have him watched as long as he's in town."

The captain nodded. That was what he'd have done, too.

"And the safehouse?"

"It's compromised," Beckett said. "We can't go back there."

"But he's an ex cop," Castle objected.

"That doesn't mean anything, Castle," Esposito told him. "Cops can always good bad – and even if they don't this guy has family involved. You never know."

"And we can't risk it," Kate said. "We'll have to move you."

"Where to?" Ryan asked.

Beckett looked over at Montgomery.

"A hotel won't work – not with Castle."

They'd discussed that, too, when they'd originally talked about putting him up.

"Right. How about your place?"

She frowned.

"My place?"

"Why not?"

She hesitated, thinking about it, and then shrugged. Her place was as safe as any. She was off the grid almost as much as the safehouse and at her place she knew who belonged and who didn't. Not to mention that Castle had been there often enough that if one of her neighbors happened to see him they wouldn't think anything of it.

"That's fine," she said, surprising Castle, who hadn't expected anyone to agree to that. How safe could Beckett's place be, he wondered. She didn't have security cameras all over the place as far as he knew.

"Wait," Castle objected. "Why not my place? I have security in my building…"

"Your place is the first place I'd look for you if I wanted to find out what you know," Esposito said.

"Not to mention your security isn't all that secure," Ryan added.

"You don't want to go to Beckett's?" Montgomery asked.

"I'll go wherever you guys want me to," Castle told him. "I just don't want to be more trouble than I already have…"

Beckett knew that he meant he didn't want to impose on her more than he thought he already had, but the more she thought about it, the more her place made sense.

"You're not," she assured him. She even made it sound like she meant it – because she was sincere. She looked over at Esposito and Ryan. "Have someone bring our things from the safehouse?"

She wasn't going to take Castle back there, after all.

"Yeah, I'll take care of it," Ryan told her.

"I'm going to finish digging into Bridget's background," Esposito said. "I'll let you know if I find Jeremy anywhere."

"Thank you."

"And I'm going to start an investigation to find out who told Mr. Madison where you were," Montgomery stated. Madison didn't need to tell them who told him; that was what Internal Affairs was for, after all. His detectives' safety wasn't something Montgomery was going to play games with.

They all dispersed, and Castle and Beckett went to the break room to get some coffee.

"Now what?" He asked her as they walked back to her desk and sat down.

She looked at the clock on the wall, surprised how late it was getting. Then she realized that she was hungry. It'd been a long time since they'd eaten, after all.

"Are you hungry?"

"Starved. Early dinner? Late lunch?"

"Can you wait until we get to my place?"

"Do you have food at your place?"

She rolled her eyes.

"I think we could find something."

"Then I can wait."

"Let's go then."

They stopped long enough to let the others know they were leaving, which would start the increased patrol activity in Beckett's neighborhood. Once again, she had Ryan follow her for a while before they actually headed for Beckett's – just to make sure they weren't being followed by anyone. Eventually Ryan peeled off to head to the old safehouse and Beckett and Castle turned for her place.

OOOOOOOOO

"What are you going to do?"

"I need to find it."

"The cops have probably already got it."

"No. If they did, they'd have announced it."

"Maybe he doesn't know where it is… Maybe she didn't tell him."

"She told him. There's no way she could have kept her mouth shut once she started talking. Not to him."

"The cops have him. You're not going to get close to him to ask – assuming he would tell you anyway."

The sound of a gun cocking resounded loudly in the room.

"He'll tell me."

"You should have just killed him when you had the chance."

"I know."

"How are you going to get him from the cops?"

"I'll worry about that. You worry about finding him for me."

"How the hell am I supposed to do that? They're called safehouses for a reason."

"That's your problem."

OOOOOOOOOOOOO

"Well this is a problem…"

Castle looked over Beckett's shoulder and couldn't help but agree.

"I thought you said you had food?"

"I do have food."

"A half gallon of spoiled milk and some eggs are not food, Kate," he pointed out.

"I thought there was more than that."

She closed the fridge with an annoyed sigh, and walked over to the pantry with Castle following her. She could hear his stomach rumbling, and was pretty hungry herself, so she couldn't even give him a hard time for it.

"This is a little better," he murmured, once again looking over her shoulder.

There was pasta, plenty of canned goods and some boxed meals. Maybe they wouldn't starve, after all.

Beckett rolled her eyes.

"Go find something to do, Castle."