Disclaimer: I do not own the characters featured on the show Castle, they belong to the creator of the show, ABC and the others who do own them.

A/N #1: Since this chapter is so short I'll post the next one in a few hours if anyone wants to read it!

A/N #2: It was great getting the feedback for the last chapter so I'll start my thank yous for that! Guest (I'm not surprised you noticed my note that this isn't the last story of the chapter, it's why I added that for readers who might thing that with the title. But I'm glad to see too you don't want this series to end!),

Guest (I'm a long, long way from ending this series but I probably would do another one for Castle!),

TORONTOSUN (Really pleased to see you thought it was a very good start, hopefully you'll think that about the whole story!),

Guest (It's great to read you like this series so much this far in still!) and

Mb (Really pleased to read you thought it was a fantastic start to the story. And I'm glad you though it was good with the families getting together and the Davis family maybe moving to a house in the neighborhood. I really felt like I should have everyone there, it just makes it a little easier writer really. But nice to see you thought the first half of the chapter was nicely done. And you're welcome for the first half of the chapter! I was glad that you thought the second half of the chapter was wonderfully written as well! And it's great you enjoyed the girls talking together at the sleepover, definitely how those go, lol, you're right. And I'm really pleased you also liked how Castle and Beckett were spending time together in passion and love as you put it. I did have to laugh at how you said it was their favorite way to enjoy each other's company, though you're right about that too! And great you liked them at the end with their kids and family having fun! You're welcome for sharing the second half of the chapter!).

Thanks for the reviews, I loved reading them and appreciate the time taken to write them out and send them my way!

A/N #3: The title of this chapter is a lyric from the song I'm in Love with My Car written by Roger Taylor, from the Queen album A Night at the Opera.

Such A Clean Machine

Pacing back and forth, the employee paused to look down at his phone and shook his head before he was pacing again. When the car was pulling up to where he was in front of the building he worked at he couldn't help raising his head and going over to the person stepping out. "Why did it take you so long? Do you know how expensive the cars in this collection are?" he told the officer that walked up to him.

"Please calm down sir," the officer replied. "You haven't gone inside?"

"Of course not!" the employee said in exasperation. "The lady I spoke to from 911 told me so I followed those instructions."

"Okay, I know this museum and I know the collection but you're not helping matters by yelling at me," the officer replied calmly. "Can you open the door for me?"

The employee was about to say he was going to when they heard a car and he turned to see another police cruiser. "Let me open it now," he said before the officer was stopping him.

"Bernier," the first officer said.

"You didn't go in yet Wade?" Bernier asked as he walked up to the two.

"Just about to, we need to hurry," Wade said, gesturing towards the employee with his eyes. When Bernier nodded he turned to the employee before he said, "Go ahead and open the door, but remain out here." He wasn't surprised at the man's grim expression before he nodded and moved to unlock the museum's door for them. He had his gun ready before he and Bernier were entering the lobby. "Hamptons Police," he called out. "If you're inside identify yourself."

"They're not going to hear that," Bernier told him since the alarm that had been tripped which led to them being there was going off.

"I- sir," Wade started to say before he was speaking in annoyance since the employee was there. "I asked you to stay outside," he told him.

"I don't care, we have a Rolls Royce Phantom II," the employee hissed. "From 1933. It's worth… more than you could both could make in years. I need to make sure it's okay."

"Is that your most expensive car?" Bernier asked. When the man nodded rapidly he said to Wade, "Straight there?"

"Where is it?" the other officer asked. After the employee had directed them Wade told him to stay, and he and Bernier were heading down the hall and making a right turn before they saw the section with the car the man had been talking about.

"Oh no," Bernier said. "I'll call an ambulance."

"An ambulance?" the employee said, walking down the hall.

"Sir, for the last-" Wade said.

"Oh my god that…" the employee said before he was trailing off and then began to vomit.

As Wade was trying to get the employee over to a trash bin, the body on the hood of the Rolls Royce remained motionless, the Spirit of Ecstasy's head and billowing sleeves just protruding from the gaping wound in the man's chest, coated in blood.