A/N: I thought I was done with this story. But somehow it felt like something was missing, something to loop and tie back to the first chapter with Ryan and Esposito. Hence this short epilogue. Hope you get a small chuckle from the ending.

Thank you all for reading; especially those who took the time to leave a comment. They definitely made my day after the mind numbing madness that is a Corporate office.


Beckett pulled her standard-issue crown vic into an open parking spot in front of the 12th. She put the car into park then looked over to her passenger giving him a dazzling smile. After leaning over for a quick kiss, Beckett got out of the car as she said, "Come on Castle. And wipe that goofy look off your face; people are going to think the knock to the head made you slow."

They had decided earlier they will be keeping their new found relationship status to themselves, at least for the moment anyway. Not that they want to keep secrets from their friends but nonetheless they want to keep things quiet and professional in order not to give Gates anymore reason and ammunition to kick Castle out of the precinct.

As they rode the elevator up to the homicide floor standing side-by-side, Castle found himself itching to wrap his arms around Kate. There's nothing more he wanted to do right now than to back her up against the corner and kiss her until he draws out the sultry sounds that he has already become addicted to. But alas, being in a police station elevator, they are under the all-seeing eye of a security camera. This is going to be the longest day of my life, Castle thought to himself.

Walking into the bullpen, Beckett casually greeted the 2 other detectives on her team. "Morning guys."

"Ryan, Esposito, how are you doing?" Castle added a little too chipper.

"Hey." They replied in kind looking up quickly from the paperwork they were working on before doing a double take. Something was different. Ryan and Esposito looked at each other to make sure the other noticed it too. The demeanor of both the writer and his muse has changed. There was a lightness and casualness around them that wasn't there before.

Before they got a chance to comment, Gates poked her head out of her office. "Beckett, Esposito, Ryan, my office." The three detectives dutifully made their way over with Castle following behind.

"Nice of you to join us today Mr. Castle." Gates commented dryly while noticing the writer standing closer to Beckett than normal. "Uniforms caught a break on your case while canvassing the neighbourhood. Seems a little old lady sitting on her front porch yesterday saw someone matching your suspect's description running down her street and she swears she saw him dropping a bloodied knife down a sewer drain." Handing Beckett a piece of paper, Gates continued, " Here's the address. It's two blocks from where the body was found."

"Alright, Castle and I will go talk to her again and have CSU meet us there to check out the sewer. Ryan, Esposito can you go put a tail on our suspect? I want to know exactly where he is when we've got enough to pick him up."

"You got it."

"Let's go Castle." Beckett turned to head out of Gates' office, her shoulder brushing against his on her way out.

Ryan and Esposito made their way out of Gates' office as well, now standing by Esposito's desk they watched as the elevator closed on Beckett and Castle, once again noticing the look the two gave each other.

"Looks like mom and dad made up." Ryan commented while taking a sip of his coffee. "That's one nasty shiner Castle's got. You think Beckett decked him for running off with Slaughter and his crew?"

"Nah." His partner smirked, "I bet you it was a bedroom accident. And who do they think they are fooling anyway? Pretending nothing's going on. Everybody can see it." Ryan nodded in agreement.

A brief moment later, they heard Gate's curt voice behind them. "Well it's about damn time those two figured it out!"

Ryan in the middle of taking a big gulp of his coffee choked at the unexpected comment from their normally stern boss and bathe Esposito's paperwork with a rain of coffee mist.

~* END (AGAIN) *~

Who knew Gates was a closeted shipper? :-p

Okay, I think I'm well and truly written-out this time. Once again, please kindly review.