"Wake up."

She was whispering in his ear, and the words turned into actions before he even had the chance to process them. He would do anything she asked him to. Anything.

"Wake up."

He opened his eyes, blinking sleepily as they came into focus. She wasn't at his ear anymore. Instead, she was right in front of him, sitting on the edge of his bed. God, she was beautiful. A vision, though she looked no differant today than she did any other day. Blue jeans, a scarf, the long red jacket that she always wore. He loved seeing her in that.

"You look like shit."

He frowned, though this reaction had nothing to do with her words and everything to do with the figure that just appeared in the doorway. For a second, he thought his vision was failing him, that he was seeing double. But upon closer inspection, he realized that the woman at the door and the woman who was sitting beside him were indeed two separate people. They could have been sisters, twins, though they were not quite identical. His new visitor came further into the room, taking a seat on his right. She directed her attention to her double. "Be nice. He's been through quite a lot." She smiled kindly as she reached for his hand, taking it in her own. "You only look a little horrible."

He narrowed his eyes in confusion, taking a few moments to look between them, examining their facial features quite closely. "Beckett?"

The woman to his left, the one who had been there this whole time, frowned. She crossed her arms and got up from the bed, distancing herself from him. He didn't know what he did or what he said, but he immediately regretted it, for he already missed the heat that her body gave off.

"Really, Ricky? You can't tell the differance? You don't know who's who after all this time?"

"I don't-"

"It's Nikki." The sharpness of her voice was like a knife, and he could instantly feel it cutting into his heart.

He once again examined the two women, failing to understand what was happening here. They were both familiar, both beautiful, and he could feel love for them both. But, as he had already determined, they were not the same. "Beckett," he said again, this time directing it toward the woman on his right. She nodded at him with a kind smile.

"What's going on?" He pointed at the woman who called herself Nikki, as if accusing her. "She's not real."

There was hurt in Nikki's eyes as she turned to her counterpart, ignoring Castle's presence for the moment. "Why would he say something like that?" She crossed her arms over her chest. "What does he mean, I'm not real?"

"She's based on you, Beckett. I created her. She can't be real." His heart pounding in his chest, Rick yelled, though the two ladies acted as though they couldn't hear. It was as if they were in their own little world, and Richard Castle didn't exist.

"He's just a little disoriented." Kate ran her fingers through his hair as if he were a sick little boy and she was coddling him, making him feel better. It would have worked, if he were actually believing this. "You need to show him."

Nikki grinned with those words, and she returned to her spot on the bed. She placed her hands softly on Rick's chest, leaning in close so that her lips were just inches from his. Again, she whispered. "How could something that isn't real do this?" When her lips touched his, his eyes instantly closed. This... this was Heaven. He'd kissed many girls in his life, from high school girlfriends like Jessica Simms to Kyra Blaine, to both of his ex-wives. But none of those ever matched up to this. It felt right. Every single part of his body, every inch of his skin, was screaming, crying out for more. He reached out, allowing his hands to roam Nikki's form.

Until a pair of hands very rudely shoved her away.

"Stop hogging him, Heat." Kate shot her a glare, grabbed a handful of her shirt, and pushed her off of Rick. It was her turn. She climbed on top of him, kissing him deeply, all the while letting her hands do some naughty touching of her own.

"If you want him, why don't you ever say so? You never made yourself available, so now he's all mine."

More shoving. More kissing. More touching.

Oh God, yes.

"I'm making myself available now, aren't I?"

"Yeah, so? I was here first."

"Not for long."

In a flurry of motion that happened almost too fast for Rick's eyes, Kate got a hold of Nikki's hair and managed to push her over the edge of the bed and onto the ground. Nikki responded by knocking Kate's feet from under her, also making her tumble to the hard floor.

"Girls, please!" Rick watched the scene with wide eyes, half loving the beginnings of what was sure to be the best cat fight he'd ever seen, half afraid that one of his girls would be hurt. He attempted to pick himself up from the bed, but it was to no avail. The moment his shoulders lifted up from the comfort of his pillows, a wave of pain shot through his body, forcing him back down. "There's-"

One of the girls received a good slap to the face.

"Enough-"

A punch to the stomach.

"Rick Castle-"

Some rolling around.

"To go around..."

After several minutes of this amazing, terrifying, wonderful, fight, Nikki Heat finally got the upper hand. She was on top of Kate, holding her arms, pinning her to the ground. She took a moment to catch her breath, then she leaned down to whisper in her ear. "You put up a good fight, Katie."

"As do you."

The room went silent. Rick was still staring at them with wide eyes, wondering exactly what was going to happen next. In just a few minutes, he had been violated by a fictional character and the girl of his dreams, and he had been the reason for a brawl between the two. Whatever transpired in the next few minutes could not surprise him in any way, shape, or form. Or so he thought.

In a flash, Nikki was back on her feet, pulling Beckett up with her. She wrapped her arms around the latter's waist, reaching her arm up to entangle her fingers in her short, brown hair. For a second, Castle was sure that this was some sort of trick, or that Kate had had enough of whatever little game the two were playing. However, she didn't even attempt to pull away or stop her. Instead, she cupped her counterpart's chin, lifting it so that the two made eyes. Then, she kissed her.

Nikki smiled, letting this go on for a little while before pulling away. "You must make so many people jealous."

Kate laughed, turning them around and pushing Nikki down onto the end of the bed. She was on top of her in a second, pushing a piece of her hair away from her eyes. "Sure." Another deep, passionate kiss. "But all because of you."

Rick couldn't take it anymore. "Hey, did you forget about me?" He crossed his arms, putting on the most adorable, heartbreaking pout that he could muster.

Nikki laughed. "Poor Ricky. We did forget about him, didn't we?"

Kate got off of Nikki, went over to Castle, and leaned down so that her lips were right by his ear.

"Wake up."

Nikki smiled, waving at him as she and the room faded into black.

"Wake up."

Castle's eyes fluttered open.