Castle helps her offload the hardware and then wrangles the folding mattress from its frame, the whole thing folding up and out, accordion-style. "This takes me back," he says, shrugging out of his coat so he can move more freely with the frame, "I used to have sleepovers with some of the other ne'er-do-wells at my first prep school. Not that there was a lot of sleeping involved. 'Mostly we just sat around watching the Saturday Night Creeper Feature and wondering what 'real' girls were like."

He finally gets the frame onto the floor, the mattress flopping tiredly in tow. Castle grins, running a hand through his hair. 'Gives Beckett a rogue's grin. "Thank god we grow up, right?"