He felt his heart pounding in his chest. Each step he took, his hands got clammier. His pulse got faster. And his reasoning became more clear. His feet scuffed across the carpet as he climbed up the last set of stairs to level three. Turning the corner sharply, he walked over to the apartment number he had so clearly plastered into his mind. Sucking in a large breath of air, Richard Castle knocked on the door of the one and only Kate Beckett.
Seeing Castle was a surprise. She hadn't excepted him. Ever since the bomb incident Castle and herself were both given a week off, free of the precinct. Opening the door with a cheery smile on her face, detective Beckett opened the door. "Good evening, Castle. I wasn't expecting you to stop by." Her face was surrounded by an ocean of perfect brunette curls. Her green eyes were glittering in the dim lighting in the apartment. Her grey shirt was clenching the curves of her body, loosening where her jeans took over.
"Evening, Kate." No smile crossed Richard's face as he spoke. Kate's eyes widened. Castle was always making some snarky comment or grinning like a freak. Never once had she heard the word Kate fall from his mouth. It was always Detective or Beckett. Never her first name. This wave of seriousness alarmed her. "Castle, what the-"
He interrupted her. Something he never did. The gentleman in him was pushed aside as words rolled out of his mouth, against his will. "Do you remember the freezer. What happened in the freezer, Kate." His grey-blue eyes were serious, shifting from her eyes to her apartment, as if he was looking for an escape route through her home.
Swallowing roughly, Kate nodded. She couldn't open her mouth to say the things she wanted to. All she could do was nod. Gently, Kate felt her body shake slightly. She couldn't let this happen. Castle cut into her thoughts.
"You had told me that you wished it was one of my books so I could rewrite the ending." He said, nervously rubbing his hand along his pant leg.
Kate looked confused. She didn't know where Castle was going with this. He better hurry and get to the point, she though. I'm kind of busy. Kate paused, studying Rick's face. "Because we were freezing to death, Castle." Her green eyes darkened slightly.
He frowned. "You didn't just mean that because we were freezing to death, Kate. You know my books. They're not just about saving the day. The main part of it is all about the relationship behind the partnership." His last sentence came out as a whisper. But it was loud enough for her to hear.
"Castle, I-" She began, reaching for his shoulder.
Castle took a step forward. His words suddenly became strong, confident. He was sure of his intentions and he had to get them out. As Kate's outstretched arm reached for him, Castle grabbed it. He pulled her hand down and cupped it in his. Her hands were so delicate. Small and dainty. Just like her. "You told me you wanted to rewrite the ending, Kate. And here I am. I want to rewrite the ending. I want to rewrite the ending of you and I, Kate." His eyes were deep, pleading.
Beckett tugged her hand back. She couldn't do this. Castle's strong hands clasped over hers, holding them in, unable to escape. In one swift motion, Richard pulled her closer and locking in his statement with a kiss. A kiss he knew she would return. She had to. But when Kate's body laid limp in his arms, stiff and unable to move, he stopped. Castle looked into Kate's beautiful green eyes. Her gaze was like a meadow, bright a green. Friendly, beautiful. "Castle." She snapped, dragging him back to reality. His arm was wrapped around her waist, holding her tightly. Realizing, Castle dropped his arm, slithering back to his starting position, outside of Kate's apartment.
His mind sped quickly, reeling thoughts as fast as he could. Why wasn't this ending the way he planned. He was the author, he could change it. This is like, Rick. His mind called. You can't act on Kate's side like in the novels. You can only control yourself. As he looked back up to Kate he saw the shock reflected in her face. Her eyes were wide, her arms in the same position as before. She couldn't move.
Her heart pounded in her chest. What had just happened? Oh crap, oh crap. She thought, quickly. Hearing the noise behind her she knew it was too late. Kate reached down and pulled her shirt lower, looking back up to Castle. She opened her mouth to speak, but her words were cut off.
"Good evening, Mr. Castle." The deep voice bellowed from behind Kate.
