"Mostly the second," Beckett admits, nestling deeper into her pillow as she reaches back to grab hold of Castle's hand, pulling his arm over to sling low across her hip - but not before she catches him turning the clock away.

"Richard Castle," she pretends to scold, swiveling back to face him as she slides a hand under her cheek. "Are you trying to tell me I should cash in on one of the many sick days I've never bothered to use?"