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Title: Let It Out

Summary: How would things have gone differently if Josh had gone to Haiti? To me, they would have gone better. Much better. xD

Pairing: Castle & Beckett (Castle's POV)

Rating: T

Setting: Between 3x16 and 3x17 (I wrote it a long time ago, so it's a bit overdue.)

I am having the most peculiar dream. Everywhere I looked, there were blinking lights. I feel like I'm in Star Wars. Hang on, there's something in my arm. I'm being probed by aliens! No, no wait. There's something else. Holy crap, I'm freezing. I immediately sat up as the events of the last few hours came to light. Damn, I was in an ambulance, not the Millennium Falcon. Wait, Beckett.

"Where's Beckett?" I asked hurriedly.

"Sir, I need you to lie down," the paramedic told me.

"Is she okay?" I asked, ignoring his demand.

"She's fine," I looked to the right as a doctor stepped into the ambulance.

After getting the low down from the boys, I walked over to Kate, who was standing by her car wrapped in a fleece blanket like me.

"Hey," she said, wrapping her blanket around herself tighter.

"Hey. So, how're you feeling?" I asked her.

"Cold," she replied.

"Really?" I asked in a sarcastic tone. I could see a hint of a smile approach her face. "So, I see Doctor Motorcycle Boy isn't among our saviors," I said.

"Right now, he's on a plane to Haiti, going to save the world."

"And what does that mean to you?" I asked. She hesitated.

"I don't know," she began, "I honestly don't know. I should be upset but I'm not. It's his job and something he loves to do. If I kept him from it, I'd be the jerk," she explained.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I don't even think you're capable of being a jerk." I admitted truthfully. She smiled a little again. I've always loved her smile. One of the bigger reasons I annoy her constantly is because I get her cute eye roll back and, sometimes, a smile.

We sat in silence for a few moments, neither of us making a sound. It had been a couple of minutes before she broke the metaphorical ice. "We broke up," she stated.

"I didn't ask," I told her.

"Yeah, well, you were not asking, very loudly." I smiled. It was true. I was.

"I'm sorry, Kate," I told her. "That must have been hard."

"Nah, I'm fine. It was nothing really." I could never tell if she was being serious or just being the rock that she was.

"So…" I started, "Just my curiosity but, who broke up with whom?" I said, putting an emphasis on the 'whom'.

"Curiosity killed the cat, Mr. Castle." She reminded me. After a few seconds, she responded. "I did."

"Hmm. Long-distance, I'm guessing?" I asked her.

"Yeah, I've heard they don't really work and I don't want to get into that." She replied casually.

"Yeah, they're not the best. Well, be glad this whole fiasco is over. And I am going home because I literally look like death and that's never a good thing when you're surrounded by detectives," I said, "Until tomorrow, Kate." I turned and left to catch a cab home because all I wanted was to see my daughter and take a nice, warm, long bath.

For the last couple of hours, Alexis has been hanging on my every move. She was too afraid to even let me out of her sight. But now that Alexis is sure I'll be just fine, she is out with Ashley and mother is out checking out some new plays that had just opened. So, that leaves me, sitting at my desk, hands moving swiftly over the keyboard.

The incident a few hours earlier had definitely pushed his mind to write. The words just flowed. I was interrupted, however, by a knock at the door. Lowering my screen, I stood up and made my way towards the knocking. When I opened the door, I saw something I thought I'd never see. There stood Beckett, almost halfway to tears. "Beckett? You okay?" I asked.

"I lied," she began, "I didn't break up with Josh. He broke up with me. I lied when I said it wasn't a big deal. No one has ever broken up with me before and it just plain sucked." She started walking into my apartment, probably without realizing it. I just stood there and let her talk. "I lied about the long-distance. Apparently, there's another doctor that he skyped with in Haiti. He told me how it would be great to work with her and get to know her more.

"I've always been afraid that if I let my feelings out then I'd never be able to get them back in. For Josh, the break up was all about long-distance and blond doctors. But over the past few hours, I've realized that this whole break up…was about you," she said, the tears finally starting to trickle down her face. "And all I wanted was to come over here and tell you. That's all I wanted. I've let all of this build up inside of me for so long, I feel like I'm going to explode and I can't take another minute of it." She finished, putting her face in her hands.

After giving her the space she needed to let out all of those words, I walked over to her and, wrapping my arms around her, let her cry into my shoulder. As her tears faded, she looked up at me. "Hi," was all she said, which made me smile.

"Hi," I replied. "You know what? You should be a writer because that was a hell of a speech." I said which made her stifle a laugh. "And you want to know something else?" I asked her. She nodded. "I can't take it anymore either." I confessed. As she smiled, we both leaned in, our lips meeting halfway. It's true, our first kiss was A-mazing but this-this was even better. This one was real. Our emotions came together with it. I'd consider this the first. The first…of many.

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