Hey everyone! This is just my take on the season 2 finale. Castle's already hurt Beckett, but what if something happens, only it's Beckett that injures Castle's feelings for her? Those who are reading my other fanfic "The Puzzler", I'm still having difficulties adding another chapter, but it will be up ASAP- I haven't forgotten!! Please let me know what you think, whether or not I should continue, it would be lovely :) Thanks! Enjoy....

Proud. In one word, Castle walked in proud. A large smile was spread across his face as he entered the 12th precinct with two Starbucks coffee cups. It had been automatic instinct for him to pick up a 'Grande skim latte, two pumps sugar free vanilla' and occasionally, a bear claw. However, over the course of a year, he'd discovered that the only time she really acknowledged a bear claw, was on Saturdays and Wednesdays. And considering it was a Thursday, he didn't want to risk an uneaten bear claw and a pissed off Beckett. The latte would have to do for now.

With the smile still shinning on his face, he made his way towards the murder board. Sure, the case was over and all, but the paperwork was always endless. And Castle's job wasn't done until the case came full circle- even if he only goofed around while Beckett tried to finish up the paperwork.

Esposito and Ryan were working diligently at their desks, although they were both snickering at each other. Their heads shot up in fear of Beckett's return, but as they realized it was only Writer Monkey, they laughed it off.

"Dude Castle, we thought you were 'you-know-who'." Ryan laughed as he referred to his 'kill joy' boss.

"What, are you watching porn? Cause I get inspired very easily." Castle shuffled over to their computers only to find it bored with police files, "Damn, I got my hopes up and everything."

Ryan 's smile grew bigger as he saw the two cups of coffee in Castle's hands. "Is that for Beckett?" he asked, the slightest smirk creeping into his expression.

"Yes, yes it is. And where is the mistress, might I asked?"

"She's in the break room with Demming." He emphasized Beckett's new boyfriends name with a sultry voice, although it came out a little scarier than planned.

"Sorry bro," Esposito grimaced, "You can't pull that off like Beckett can." Ryan's eyes shown the least bit of witty hurt in them. "And Castle, I think she already drank her coffee."

"Darn!" Castle glanced at the coffee he'd gone out of his way to get, "Ah well, it's the thought that counts, eh?" Castle was satisfied when both detectives nodded hesitantly, "Well then I'll just slip by. I'd better prevent any fornication from taking place in that room. After all, people eat in there."

"Woah, woah." Esposito laughed, "Fornication? Why, are you jealous?"

"Jealous?" Castle scoffed, "Pf! Yeah right, I've got my own treasures in my sights." That couldn't be farther from the truth. The only woman in Castle's romantic eyes, was, in fact, the detective.

"Whatever you say." In the space of a sentence, Ryan's smirk had morphed suddenly to a mock.

"Gentlemen, I'm going to leave this conversation. I've got coffee to deliver." Castle protested, standing up from the computer with a proud posture just like he'd entered with. He even added a whistle as he skipped happily towards the break room. It was a good day to be happy.

MINUTES EARLIER

It had been a month since Kate Beckett and Tom Demming had been dating. Kate liked Tom too, more than any other guy she'd gone on a date with. Tom contained one of those rare personalities that just drew Kate into him. He knew her well, he always took her to her favorite restaurants and bars when they went out, and he always had a little surprised planned. Last week, he'd given her a gorgeous bottle of wine. Tom knew that Kate hated jewelry. She rarely wore anything else besides her mothers ring and her father watch- and he acknowledged that, respecting her privacy.

She liked that...

Only today- or possibly this entire week- Tom had seemed somewhat upset and agitated. Kate knew it was probably because she had to turn him down three times because of her case. She hoped to patch things up with a talk in the good ol' eavesdropping-proof break room. She poured him a mug of fine, fine coffee before preparing one for herself. Tom seemed to refuse to look her in the eye that morning.

"Are you okay?" She asked as casually as possible, "You seem a little... distracted."

Tom shrugged nonchalantly, yet with a hint of anger. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Kate went in for another attempt to get him to tell her what was up, "C'mon Tom. Talk to me, what's up. Are you mad because I didn't go on the date with you last week. 'Cause if that's it, I'm very sorry- this case was just difficult." When he said nothing she questioned, "No? That's not it? 'Cause if that's not right, then I'm out of ideas."

"I just..." he began, shoving the coffee cup in his mouth to muffle his voice.

"What?"

"I can understand being held up with a case, Kate. But whenever you turn me down, you're not just solving a case... you solving a case with him." Tom shivered.

"Him?" Kate asked.

"Castle, Kate. You're solving a problem with Castle. And I'm your boyfriend. I just feel like he's stealing you from me."

Kate set down her coffee cup after hearing this, "Oh Tom. I didn't know. I promise that Castle and I are just partners."

"For now." He said under his breath.

"Tom, I didn't set up the situation with Castle and me. Captain Montgomery did. Castle is nothing more to me than just some annoying famous jackass with writers block. He's just a guy to me, nothing more." Kate said harshly, feeling a little guilty saying it. But she liked Tom too much to let it go.

"Promise?"

"Of course."

Kate glanced in the doorway to see the tip of a dress shoe creeping inside.

SECONDS EARLIER

Castle turned the corner, still whistling as loud as he could. He stopped shortly as he was about to reach the door. Maybe, if he was quiet enough, he could pop in the doorway and scream 'Boo!" and hopefully scare Tom and Kate. He laughed mischievously in his mind, hoping not to blow his cover. He still had a chance at scaring the shit out of his rival. Castle pictured Tom jumping, possibly dropping his coffee and he and Beckett would laugh. He inched further towards the doorway, as quiet as a mouse- quieter than he should've been.

He heard their voices quietly from where he was standing. The conversation seemed to be calm, although there was definitely some internal anger. He hoped to clear that with a good laugh.

"Castle is nothing more to me than just some annoying famous jackass with writers block. He's just a guy to me, nothing more." Castle heard Kate say.

The words stung more than anything else Castle had heard. He couldn't breathe, and the coffee in his hands nearly tipped over and spilled on the floor. He maneuvered his way to prevent the coffee from spilling, causing his foot to step in the doorway. His cover was blown.

"Castle?" he heard her say, and the only thing he could do would be to show himself. He hesitated, still aching from her words, but he moved in. Hoping to seem oblivious, he covered his pain with a cocky smile.

"Hey guys! Hows the coffee?" he asked as cheery as his sore emotions allowed him, "I got you some Kate, but I see you're good with the espresso machine."

Kate stuttered for a moment, regaining her take on the situations, "I uh..." she began, "Hey. How long have you been standing there?"

"Oh I just walked in haha." He chuckled, "But now that I think of it, I should probably get back home to Alexis, she needs me for... stuff. Here's your coffee you guys." he tossed the cups messily on the table. He couldn't have gotten out of there faster than he did. He literally booked it after that, trying to escape the memories of the precinct as he sprinted out for a cab.

Castle is nothing more to me than just some annoying famous jackass with writers block. He's just a guy to me, nothing more.

Damn...

Hope you liked it! This will be a short 2,3, maybe 4 chapter story. Just my take on the season finale. Please please review! Thanks so much for reading and have a great day!

~ShinyLane1.2