He strode into the precinct and tried to pretend like it was any other normal day, attempting to ignore the somewhat epiphany he had the night before. It was the one reason he barley slept that night and spent the majority of it staring at the ceiling in deep thought.

Castle had realized something; and although he couldn't tell anyone why or how he had come across his realization, he could only wish he fully understood it sooner. Because now he had to do something about it, it couldn't just be left alone.

So here he was his normal two coffees in hand, heading towards her desk surrounded by numerous other officers who worked in the homicide department, but he could only seem to see her among the busy floor. Nothing new there.

He could tell from the way she was standing with her back to him she was relaxed, ready to put this case to rest. She had one hand resting at her chin the other on her hip, in deep thought staring at the murder board behind her desk.

As Castle got closer to her, it seemed his throat was closing up on him and his stomach felt weak, leaving him feeling breathless. Which was odd; he'd made this walk to her desk countless times before without falter. Then again, he had an epiphany of sorts.

When he finally reached his destination being her desk, he briskly set down the two coffees and started towards her. She at last acknowledged his presence when she turned and smiled at him.

"Hey Castle. We've managed to get a lead on that one suspect from the Manhattan area..." her words began to slow, a slight frown of question appearing on her face as she watched her partner come closer to her with the strangest look on his face and showed no sign of stopping.

Before she could even begin to question him, Castle had placed one hand on her back the other on the side of her face, pulled her close and kissed her as eagerly and gently as he could. To his pleasant surprise, she didn't stop him; she only gave into it, allowing her hands to settle onto his chest.

Both could tell and feel it wasn't weird or awkward, just... right. For the brief moments their lips touched, it made them realize so much they had been missing and so much they could have. All that Castle could hope for was that she saw it now too.

It didn't seem to matter all of a sudden that they just stepped over a huge line both were so utterly terrified to cross. Not to mention in such a public wide open space where people had stopped and stared with open mouths.

As soon as they pulled apart, everything became darker... and then Castle opened his eyes.

Here he was looking at the ceiling again. How did that happen? That's when he clued in to the alarm blaring to wake him up. He tossed his feet out of the warmness of his sheets and turned it off.

He sat at the edge of the bed, a slight smirk reaching his face as he was thankful he remembered what he dreamed of last night. It was then quickly replaced with one of concern. "Damn," he muttered to himself, rubbing his face with both his hands, "It's gonna be a long day."

With that he got up and began to get ready to head over to the precinct.