So this was my first fic (I know that it's a little bit late, but wathever).

English is not my first language, so I'll thank every review and correction :)


Chapter 1

"All this time… You remembered?" Castle couldn't breathe. Kate, the woman he had loved for four years, had lied. She had lied twice. He couldn't believe it.

Silence reigned in the room. Castle turned off the speakers and watched Kate bit her lip, but not with tenderness as she always did, she did it with fear. Rick opened the door and came face to face with Detective Esposito.

"Castle, man, you okay?"

"Yes. I'm going home" he tried not to mourn, but the lump in his throat didn't allow him to talk "I'm a little dizzy."

And he gathered his things and ran to the elevator.

When Kate left the interrogation room and walked to her desk, where her lonely coffee was waiting.

"Espo" said as he walked to the desk of his companion. "Where the hell is Castle?"

"He's gone home. He said he was dizzy." Seeing the face of confusion of Kate, he added "Sister, I don't know what happened there, but he left the room very upset. It seemed as if he were about to mourn."

"He left the room..." Kate's hand began to shake. Could he have heard her confession? "He left the room number three?" Esposito nodded "I have to talk to Gates."

He went to the office of Captain and knocked the door. Gates sitting in her desk writing a report on the case of the pump. Beckett entered.

"Captain Gates, I must ask you to let me be away all day."

"Does this have anything to do with the fact that Castle ran five minutes ago towards the exit?"

"Yes, sir."

"Go. You've been working very hard these days, take a break. I want to see here tomorrow at eight."

Rick opened the door and pulled the jacket on the couch. He picked up his copy of A Study in Scarlet and climbed the fire escape to the roof. He entered the small shed that he had restored, cleaned and furnished, sat on the little couch and began to read. After five minutes, he was sleeping. Memories flooded the writer's dream. The day he met her, when he was enthralled watching her body as she walked to the cruiser.

"He's like a nine-year-old on a sugar rush. Totally incapable of taking anything seriously."

The moment at the party where he saw her with the red dress that he gave her. The case in which a murderer wanted to kill her. The explosion in his apartment when he thought she might have died.

"Kate!"

When Ryan and Esposito were captured, when Rick had a crazy idea. When the guard approached and they went undercover as drunk couple. When she was about to grab her gun and he stopped her, looked into her eyes and kissed her. And, although she at first didn't respond, the moan that she released when they kissed seconds after, made him believe that he would never leave her.

"That was amazing."

The night that the hangar when he had to take her through the back door while Montgomery was defying those who would be his murderers. The memory of covering her mouth, resisting the temptation to kiss her lips. Her tears, the sound of the shot, she running toward the body of Montgomery.

"Shh ..."

The funeral, while Kate was reciting her speech. When she looked at him, sharing their love in silence. The sound of the shot and her collapsing on the floor, semiconscious, with blood flowing from the bullet hole. The moment he hugged her and asked her to stay with him. The moment he said:

"I love you. I love you, Kate. "