This is for Amy And Filipa.
Thank you

Rick finds he had been sleepwalking in the twelve predict, he woke up sitting in his chair next to Kate's desk.

'How did I get here,' he thought, nervously.

He looks down at himself and holds his breathe. He felt a hand slapping the back of his head. Rick begins to breathe normally as the shock of getting slapped by a person who was a detective.

'Yo, Dude.'

Rick looks up at Javier and points at him, confusedly.

'Hey, Did you just...'

Rick tails off.

'Yeah, I did Castle.'

Rick shakes his head.

'Why are you still in your PJ's?'

'Its now's fashion, Esposito.'

They smile.

'Good save Rick', he thought, hope that Javier didn't realize that I've been sleepwalking lately.'

The captain comes towards them and notices that Rick still has his red PJ's on.

'Mr. Castle, why do I find you still in your PJ's?'

Javier smiles from to ear to ear.

'He says that its now's Fashion, Captain.'

The captain nods down at Rick as Javier and Rick's mouths start to open.

'It's truly the strangest Monday.'

Kate just got into the shower as her phone buzzes. Her phone makes the nightstand shake and it falls down onto the floor. Crash!

Once she finished showering she dries herself with a towel that she stole off Rick while being undercover in LA. She wears a white t-shirt and blue jeans with high boots. She decides to leave her hair down today.

She sees her phone on the floor next to the nightstand. She begins to walk towards it. She picks up the nightstand while her other hand finds her phone under it.

She feels something- something like a phone but it wasn't it was Rick's touch ipod.

'He just left it after we fought two nights before and to make it worst we haven't spoken to each other,' she thought as she still tries to find her phone.

She finds the phone under her knee finally. She takes a long breath as she brings up to her chest. She opens the inbox to check who has been sending texts this early in the morning. She looks at the sender ID then opens the text.

'Hey, Beckett, Castle slept at the Predict again. J.E.'

She looks away from the text for a few minutes. Would she be worried about Rick sleeping at the Predict at night? She does not even know why he is at predict every Monday.

She gets her take-away coffee and keys. She'd stop thinking about that text he sent her at 7:10am. It gets to her when it comes to Rick Castle. She always gets jealous or worried about him even without knowing it. She makes sure her apartment door is closed properly and goes to the lift.

There she waits nervously as she tries to think of what to send to Javier. The sound of the lift startled her. She swears that she jumped out her skin as she remembers Javier shouting Beckett down, Beckett down and that painful shot to her chest.

She takes time to gather herself then steps into the lift. She pushes ground floor. Kate begins to type a text to someone. Is it to Javier?

'I'm sure he is only missing paperwork. Will be there in 30. K.B.'

She smiles when she sends it.

Rick walks outside of the 12th, yells for a cab. The cab stops, there are a few people out walking with theirs partners.

He feels so alone, as he looks out of the window, they were building something special.

'I don't want Kate to find out I'm sleepwalking,' he thought, nervously.'

'Where to, Mr. Castle?'

He looks at the driver and it is same driver that took him home last Monday. They smile at each other.

My place.'

The driver turns his body and heads around to face the steering wheel. He looks out of the side mirror before he drives though the traffic. They arrive at Rick's apartment building.

Rick gives him the same amount of money as last Mondays, before opening the cab door. The driver smiles at him.

'Thank you, Mr. Castle.'

He smiles back.

'You're welcome.'

The driver drives off. Rick waits to collect his thoughts together. It is so hard for him. They are all over on the place then one of his thoughts pops up. It is of Kate and him fighting about the undercover case that they are taking in LA.

He looks down for a minute. His phone buzzes in his PJ's pocket. As he reaches for the phone he doesn't remember how it got in the pocket of PJ's.

'It's truly the strangest Monday morning, he thought, confusingly.'

There is a hint of a small laugh as he enters the apartment building's doors.