Castle's trembling hands took a better hold of the object in his hands as he felt sweat drip down his forehead. He aimed higher and carved his teeth on his lower lip hard, trying his best to remain in the same position. "This is it" he thought as he ran his finger to the trigger.

"If you shoot me, your girlfriend will be gone too, Castle" Tyson threatened as he took one last step back, pulling the Detective along with him.

Taking a quick glance over his shoulder he tightened the grip around the detective looking back at Castle.

"Don't move" he hissed on Beckett's ear, using all his strength to make sure neither of them would fall on their back, down onto the river.

"Let her go now!" Castle yelled, taking small steps towards both of them, locking his eyes with Beckett's. "I can't lose her now. Not after all the battles we've won. This can't be it."

Beckett's green eyes locked on his ocean orbs as she tried to escape from Tyson's grip, tears starting to escape her eyes. She moved her lips to talk but it seemed as all her voice had been cut out, not a single sound escaping her lips. "I love you" She thought as her she kept her orbs locked on her boyfriend.

Understanding that look Castle shook his head, mouthing "I love you too, Kate" before looking back at the 3xK killer, gripping the gun tighter in his hands.

Before Castle understood what was going on Tyson pointed the gun to Beckett's head, grinning over at Castle conquerly.

"Say goodbye to your girlfriend, Writer boy"

All in a continuum, a shot was heard and Castle's eyes flooded with tears as he saw the bullet hit Tyson's chest, making him stumble back. As he was about to let a relieved breath escape his lips, his eyes focused back on Tyson's arm, that was still around Beckett's and, before he knew it, both the bodies fell back down into the river.

"No!" he screamed out, as he opened his eyes. Quickly bringing his body up to a sitting position, Castle ran a hand through his messy hair, sighing. Bringing his thumb up to his eyes he quickly wiped away his tears and looked to his left, seeing his girlfriend sleeping next to him.

Throwing his feet into his slippers, Castle got up from his bed and made his way to the kitchen grabbing himself a glass of water, taking a sip. As a sigh escaped his lips, he walked to his office, opening his desk drawer, removing a picture from inside of it.

"I miss you so much, Kate…" he mumbled, gently stroking the picture held in his hands, revealing a two year old photograph of him and Beckett.

As he heard steps coming his direction, the writer threw the frame back inside he desk, locking it and walked back to the kitchen, throwing a small smile at the woman standing in front of him.

She smiled at him and rubbed her eyes, walking towards him, pecking his cheek softly. "Good Morning, handsome."

She was tall, but not taller than him, brown eyes but she had a delicate smile, all combined in a sublime figure. The woman was wearing short gym shorts and a sleeping tank top, a light pink robe finishing her sleeping outfit, her long brown hair falling over her shoulders.

"Morning, Andrea", Castle mumbled, rubbing his tired eyes as he watched as the woman started cooking some breakfast, knowing her way around the kitchen. "Did I wake you?"

"No, I have to get to work soon enough anyways" she replied, glancing at him "Did you have the same dream again?"

Castle looked away from his girlfriend's eyes sighing and sat down with his coffee mug in between both his hands, nodding "Don't worry about it" he mumbled

"I do worry, love" she admitted, rubbing his back softly "I just wish I could give you what she did…" Andrea confessed, immediately regretting it after

"This is not about you, Andrea. I already explained this to you a million times"

"Please calm down, I'm sorry -"

"No, I won't calm down!" Castle hissed slightly louder than he wanted "This has nothing to do with you. This is about me, about Kate" he added as he got up from his seat, starting to walk upstairs "And it doesn't matter how hard you try… You'll never be her" he hissed, quickly walking back upstairs, leaving the woman standing alone in the kitchen.

(...)

"Hey man" Castle said, patting Javi's back as he arrived at the precinct

Esposito smiled as he saw Castle and hugged him back, pulling back "Look who finally decided to show up" he teased, signaling Ryan to go over there

"I'm sorry man, just been busy" the writer replied, no emotion present in his voice "And to be honest, I came because Lania called me, any idea what that's about?"

As Ryan approached them and greeted Castle he exchanged looks with Esposito, running a hand through his hair "I think it's better if she's the one talking to you about it. She's inside talking to the Captain" he added, titlting his head signaling the Captain's office

"Oh…" Castle said, immediately understanding it would have something to do with Beckett "Did you find her?" he asked almost in a non-audible whisper

Before any of the guys could answer it Lanie arrived, followed by Gates, offering a gentle smile to Castle

"I'm glad you came, Castle" she confessed, stroking his arm softly

Castle's sad blue eyes turned to Lanie and the Captain as he simply nodded his head, sliding both his hands in his jean pockets.

Ever since Beckett had gone missing two years ago on that bridge he had never been the same and it was very visible in the fact that he would rarely use suits nowadays or even in the fact that he had never finished a book ever since the accident. The truth was, although he tried to go on with his life, even by being in a relationship for almost six months now, he wasn't the same and would never be.

"Just say what you have to say, Lanie"

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry…"

Castle looked at her, turning both his hands into fists as he tried to fight the tears, waiting for her to go on but as she didn't, Gates took her place and continued to explain

"A body has been found last night in the river, Castle. Since it's been… so long, they weren't able to remove any prints so they had to try and make some DNA match tests. We still don't have the results, but they assumed it is her because of something they found with her…"

At that point Castle wasn't fighting the tears anymore. It was a silent cry though and they all were hurt by the possibility that the body found the previous night could belong to the Detective, to their Detective. As no one proceeded, Gates inhaled and tried to keep up with her tough mask, taking a hold of Castle's hand.

"They found a watch and although it was a little warned out they're not sure, but it is really similar to her father's watch" Gates finally concluded, squeezing his hand "I demanded them to speed up the analysis, we must receive the results later today"

Neither of them knew what to say. IT had been almost two years and this possibility had always been on the table. But with so much time gone by the fact that they were being hit with this again was like re-living it all again.

"I appreciate you telling me" Castle said, quickly wiping away the tears that remained on his face "But I uh… I'm late, actually… So uh… Thank you" he repeated, quickly turning his back on the group, rushing out of the precinct, letting the tears flood out of his eyes back again.

All these thoughts were taking over him and his vision was being affected by the tears that were on his eyes. "It can't be her… It won't be her" he kept thinking. It'd been hard living without her but he tried, holding onto the hope that she could still be alive. The fact that she could be really dead, it would just be the end of his world, for good and he wouldn't know how to deal with that. Ever since she was gone he pushed everyone away from his life, his friends, books, even his family hadn't been the same since then. And he didn't want things to be like that but he couldn't afford to lose anyone else again. Hell, he couldn't lose Beckett all over again. Before he could go on with his thoughts, he found himself bumping against someone, almost knocking that person off her feet.

"I'm sorry…" he muttered, his world suddenly dropping at his feet as he recognized the person, a million thoughts and feelings invading him.