(Set early season 5,Castle discovers the cuddly side of Beckett)
"Castle!" He could hear her desperate cry for help echo through the warehouse. It was huge, dark, and endless. He ran through the halls, slamming doors and checking corners, desperate to find her. "Help me, Rick!" She shouted again.
He followed her voice, but couldn't find her. Kate, where are you?" He was trying to hard to pinpoint her location.
"Cas." That's all she said before a gun shot rang out.
"Kate?" He screamed, panic creeping into his blood.
"Castle." Her voice was smaller this time, weak.
He ran down the hall, turning into a small, square, dimly lit room.
"Castle." He kept hearing her voice, but it was every where, and she was no where. It was like she was a ghost. He went back to open the door, but the handle wouldn't budge. Again, he heard her calling his name, but this time, she was right on the other side of the locked door. "Castle! Castle, help! Please!" She sounded so desperate and scared, but then the tone changed, and she just kept repeating, "Castle, Castle, Castle, Castle."
The room was dark, the sound of a lone taxi honking at the curb down below was the only sound. The winter wind was howling past the window panes, the cold seeping in through the cracks. He breathed in, realizing how horrible of a nightmare that had been. He was so relieved when he smelled her cherry shampoo, and felt her head on his chest.
When he opened his eyes, he saw her draped over him, hair sprawled out in every direction. She had her arms around his waist, sleeping soundly.
He never imagined Kate Beckett, the strongest and toughest person he knew, to be a cuddler. He had always imagined she slept stiff as a board. But here she was, laying peacefully, her breathing even.
He sighed again, this time drawing little circles up and down her arm. She instinctively moved closer still into his embrace, letting out a content sigh.