Story Notes: Fanfiction story, based upon Kate Beckett and Kevin Ryan's friendship/past relations. NO DISRESPECT INTENDED! This was just quickly typed up, if there are spelling errors; my apologies!

~This is part 1.

Not as long as I wanted it to be, but it's a start.

Feeling somebody sit down on the porch swing next to her, Beckett immediately stiffened. She wasn't in the mood for small talk or saddened voices right now.

"Go away, Castle,"

The voice that spoke surprised her, it was a voice she wasn't expecting to hear. "You always think it's him, don't you?"

Turning slightly in the little space that she had, Beckett put on one of her best 'I'm fine' fake smiles. Playing with the ends of her hair, she took in a deep breath.

"I guess I'm used to him…being around all the time," She shrugged, biting her lip in thought. "Like you used to be," Beckett then looked at him, directly in the eyes. She was trying to tell him something without words. Her smile faltered, just for a second, but he noticed. He always did.

Shrugging his jacket off of his shoulders, Ryan placed it around her. Squeezing her shoulders for a fraction of a second.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean- we don't have to talk about it. There's a reason it's in the past…I guess," He said quietly

Beckett gently touched his arm as he placed the jacket on her shoulders. And there he goes, reading her like a book. In all honesty, it frightened her more than anything.

"Thanks," She said softly, giving him a curt nod.

They both sat there quietly, not really knowing for how long but enough for people to start looking for them.

"Yo! Beckett," Called a voice.

Looking up towards the door on her left, Esposito was making his way out to them. Looking around until he spotted them in his line of vision.

"Oh, hey Bro! We're actually looking for you. The food is being dished as I speak,"

A cheeky grin framed his lips. "If you don't like the hot stuff, I suggest you stay away from my end of the table," He waggled his eyebrows teasingly before trudging back inside.

Beckett turned back to Ryan once she no longer saw Esposito's back. There was an amused sparkle in her eyes.

"Thanks, for…you know," She said, indicating to the jacket as she handed it back to him.

Ryan nodded, his throat constricting, there were still a million things he wanted- no, needed to say.

"Anytime," he said, as Beckett retreated inside the house.