"What are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious?" I smirked while holding the fridge door open. "Midnight snacks."

"All I was wondering was how could you hold that door open so long and leave me so cold in your absence?"

"My stomach was keeping me up. I was helpless." I got the light mayo, yellow mustard, rosemary turkey and Swiss cheese, romaine lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, and banana peppers out. Richard Castle sure knows how to make a mean sandwich. "Want one?"

He walked closer to me and I could see that he was carrying the tie he wore from earlier. He was then behind me, reaching for the bread that was above me. "Yes." He whispered in my ear, his lips brushed my neck sending shivers all over, "but first I want to blindfold you."

"Then you're making them." He went to the fridge to get out the red pepper and red onion. He stopped behind me and tied the purple tie around my head, covering my eyes. "You better feed me first, I'm starving."

"I'm making yours right now. Patience."

"Hey, I was well on my way to sandwich bliss until you came along."

"Bliss isn't going anywhere."

"Why do you want me blind, anyway?"

"It's a surprise."

"A surprise? I don't know how I feel about that."

"Just trust me. Now, here's your delicious sandwich."

The sandwich touches my lips and I take a bite. Mmmm, worth waiting for, "thanks."

"You're welcome, babe."

"So, how long am I going to be blind?"

"You'll have to wait and see."

"Really, a play on words, really?"

"Like you didn't see that one coming?" He smirked.

"Ok, ok, enough." I smiled even though I tried hard not to. "You're lucky I put up with your puns. Not everyone would, you know?"

"I don't know what to tell you, I didn't make a love potion or anything." I could hear the quizzical smirk in his voice.

"Shut up. Just let me know what the blindfold is for."

"Never, you're going to have to see. Don't you get the point of a blindfold?"

"Don't you get the point that I hate surprises?"

He stood behind me putting his hands on my shoulders to lead me forward. Ten paces and we reach a door. He opens it and grabs my hand guiding me. As we move, I feel cool air brush past my cheeks. I could smell the early, early morning air. "Rick?"


"What about our sandwiches and where are we going?"



"Trust me."

"I do. I'm just impatient. And hungry." He opened the car door and helped me get in safely. "This would be a lot easier if I could see and get in myself."

"Yes, but that would be less amusing and would ruin the surprise. Kate, you're not going to win this round, you're staying blindfolded."

"Fine, Rick." The annoyance could not be hidden in my voice. Suddenly, his lips were on mine, a soft gentle kiss.

"Better, Kate?"

"Mmhm?" a moment passes and I remember the question, "yes, much better. But still no sandwich." I laughed.

"I'm insulted; however I do make one hell of a sandwich." He starts the car and makes four turns before stopping. A ten minute ride. He opens his door and gets out, walks over to my door, grips the handle and pulls and helps me out. He guides me from behind and my feet walk on a soft surface, grass, maybe? Then, concrete probably a sidewalk or a bike path. We stop and he grabs my hand raising it to a cool…is that a chain? "Are we at the swings?"

"You really are good at your job, detective."

"Can I take the blindfold off now?" He moves behind me and tells me to sit on the swing. He unties the tie letting it tickle my neck as he lifts it above my head and puts it in his pocket.

"Happy now, detective?" He whispers in my ear, and bites my earlobe.

"I am, actually." I smile, lean back and let my feet go. "You should swing, Rick." He does and after a while we are both pretty high. I look at the moon, its light shining brightly. I don't know what it is about the moon but it makes me feel secure, like I'll always make it home.

"Kate, what's that?" He slows down dragging his feet to stop the swing. "Seriously, Kate, what is that?"

I start to drag my feet to stop. I look over to where he was gesturing. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Could not bring myself to say it out loud. It couldn't be. Could it? "Um…"

"Kate, is that an alien?"

"It can't be, Rick…"

The grey creature moved forward, gingerly towards us. It made a noise, maybe words of its language? It seemed alone. Abruptly, I see Rick running towards it.

"Rick, what are you doing?" I ask, shocked. He ignores my question like he never heard me, still moving towards the creature. He tackles and pins the creature to the grassy ground. I bolt out of the swing and run to Rick. "What the fuck are you doing? You can't just attack it."

"I didn't know what else to do. I had to make sure it wasn't a costume. And Kate. It's not a costume."

Shit! I can't believe he just knocked out this… alien? "Ok," I started pacing and he still had the alien pinned, "what do we do now?" He got up and reached under the alien's back. "Grab its legs."

"Rick, you can't be serious!"

"Kate, we can't just leave it."

"Sure we could…" I trailed off, and begrudgingly complied. We carried it to the car; Rick gently set it down so he could open the back doors. We put the alien in the backseat. Sitting and buckled in I ask, "Where to? Home?"