"Maybe not. She knows how to size people up. Shall we?"

It's not a long walk to the inlet, but Beckett sticks close to the main path just the same, keeping an eye out for any small creatures that may or may not want to jump out at them. Walking with purpose: it's the same concept she'd attribute to cutting down a dark alleyway late at night.

Soon, the cold ground gives way to warm sand beneath their feet, and the scent of salt water carries over on the wind. It's early evening here, the sunset beginning to start just as they reach the shoreline. Beckett toes off her shoes and peels off her socks, sticking them inside, and then sheds her jacket, shucking off her mesh workout pants.

"Water's not getting any warmer, Castle," she declares, and wades in up to her waist before submerging.