Beckett snuggles deeper into bed, immersed in the episode of Sherlock playing on her laptop.
Sherlock and John are handcuffed together, running down the street away from the police pursuers.
"Take my hand."
"Now people will definitely talk."
The two men make an ungraceful attempt to scale a metal gate while bound at the wrists.
“We did it better.” Castle’s head comes to rest on her shoulder.
“They’ve got it easier.” Her hand finds his in demonstration. “Left to right.”
“And no tiger.”
She pushes the laptop away, rolling to face him with a slow smile. “No tigers here now, either.”