First Castle fanfc ever... hope you like it!

In relation to my other fanfic, it's being taken care of... I can´t publish the next chapter right now cuz my laptop crashed... but I'll post it eventualy.I know I published this less than three hours ago, but I was rereading it to start working in the next chapter when I noticed some mistakes...

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Granted

Charper 1- Passion And Poetry

She was not there. Once again she was not there. They've been like this for about a week now. He'd wake up in the middle of the night just to find her side of the bed already cold and empty. He sighed. He was seriously getting tired of this. Every single time he tried to bring up the subject she would either change it or when she finally would agree to talk they were interrupted.

The first weeks after the nuclear bomb incident they had been back to what they were. She had forgiven him and things between them were great. She actually seemed to have forgotten the day he told her he was leaving. They sort of grew closer after that. But then again, that only lasted the first weeks after she almost froze to death. Now, they were drifting apart again. Now, they were almost back at square one, they were at that first time they'd met, when no matter how hard he tried to read her, she always seemed to close herself to his eyes, forbidding him to see the truth.

The clock marked 3.45 am and since she had to be at the precinct at 7 am, assuming she didn't get called sooner, he decided to drag her to bed. It had actually become a sort of routine. He would wake up in the middle of the night, she wouldn't be there, he would go look for her, he tried to drag her to bed, she would say no, he would apologize, they would start arguing and finally they would both go to bed mad at him.

Pulling the covers off himself, he silently exited the bedroom, his bare feet touching the cold wooded floor. After a few more paces, he found her on top of the stairs gazing out of the window, a thoughtful expression on. If they asked him, she could not look more like an angel, the late moon light bathing her angelic form, bringing extra shine to her green eyes. To him she looked absolutely perfect in her blue tank top and gray shorts.

He didn't know how long he stood there starring at her, but she didn't seem to acknowledge his presence. Climbing the stairs carefully so as not to startle her, he softly whispered her name "Kate"

Even then she didn't move. Moving silently behind her, he approached her curled up form and followed her gaze which seemed to lie upon the never sleeping city of New York.

Like Kate hadn't noticed him yet, he spoke her name softly and lightly touched her arm.

Startled, she quickly turned her face to him and after seeing what the object of her distraction was, she offered him a sad little smile.

"Sorry! Didn't hear you coming…" Kate apologized

"No problem… Wanna talk?" he softly asked deciding to try a new technique.

"Can't sleep…" she said, and when he was about to apologize she brought her hand to his mouth to stop him "This time it's not your fault" she said, the same sad smile laying on her lips.

"You ok? You look kinda pale" he said, this time trying to avoid the deadly subject.

"I think stomach-flue and a hell of a headache can explain that…" Kate explained "But I do think that too much work and lack of summer vacations are good explanations for that too" she said to lighten the mood.

"Yeah, I think so" he chuckled.

As Kate was getting ready to say something, a shrilling noise coming from her cell phone, interrupted her. Picking it up form where it laid on top of a Richard Castle's novel, she brought the phone to her ear.

"Beckett" she answered in instantaneous autopilot.

From the other end came the familiar voice of her colleague Esposito "Yo, Beckett! We got a fresh body waiting for you... Unless you're too busy with a certain writer of course…" he said, a smile evident in his voice

"Why would I be…? Forget it. So, do we have an address? Or are you too busy with a certain ME named Lanie?"

A bit shocked by her retort he rapidly replied "388 Broadway # 1"

"Thanks! I'm on my way." Kate replied and hung up. Eyeing the man in front of her she could see the question in his eyes. "I…" Kate tried to explain, but was cut off by the very same man in front of her "I know… you have to go… But before you go…uh… can we talk…really, really talk?" he asked hesitation stained all over his features

"I don't think this is the best time to talk about it, Josh." She answered while getting up. Just as Kate was ready to descend the stairs, his voice stopped her. "It never is."

Her jaw fell open the very moment she heard the words. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, come on, really? Every single time I try to bring the subject up you try to avoid it. Listen, Kate… I'll be doing the nightshift for the next couple of weeks and then I'll leave to Iraq. Either we have this talk now or we'll not have it at all." Josh was starring directly into her eyes, as if looking for an answer. A few moments had passed and he begun to think that she was not going to say anything, but before he could persuade her to give him an answer, she replied something with such coldness in her voice that he didn't knew she possessed. "Then, I would rather not have this conversation at all. I don't even know why you're so concerned about my opinion. After what I heard you sound pretty sure of what you want to do." At the end of her last sentence she was already at the bedroom door kicking it shut.

He supposed that Kate was getting ready for work, but like he said to her, he'd be soon doing the nightshift at the hospital and now that she had a case to work at, Josh was sure that they wouldn't see each other so soon, so he followed her to the bedroom.

"Kate?" he called in low voice. Slowly opening the door, he stepped inside to find her already dressed and brushing her hair. He watched her for a moment or so and then tried again "Kate?" but without success.

After putting her usual necklace with her mother's ring, and her father's watch, she went to grab both her gun and her badge and held them in place. Heading towards the kitchen, Beckett grabbed her car keys and purse and started to call Castle, only to be stopped by Josh's hand on her upper arm.

"Kate would you listen to me? We need to talk. This is serious…" He said without leaving her eyes.

"You really want my opinion?" She asked, even though she very well knew the answer.

"Yes" Josh yelled starting to get angry.

"You wanna go? Go. I don't care anymore. I'm tired Josh, really tired." She said as she headed towards the front door.

When she exited her apartment she was fuming… They had had this conversation may times before. Too many times if you asked her. Pulling her cell phone from her purse, she called Castle to inform him they had work to do. After the third ring or so a very sleepy Castle answered the phone. "Hello charming Detective Becket! What can I do for such beauty?"

"Castle are you drunk?" Kate asked. She was grateful for being alone. She was sure she looked like a hot red tomato right now.

"No just sleepy. I was actually having a rather nice dream you know?" he said and he would bet that Beckett was rolling her eyes at him. And he was right.

"Castle go get some coffee and see if you wake up. I'll pick you up in ten?"

"Sounds great. Hey do you want to know what my dream was about?" he asked in a teasing tone, and as he expected, he received a threatening tone from the other side "Castle!" Ok…ok I'm up now. See you in ten Detective." And then he hung up.

By the end of that little talk, Beckett was feeling a bit better. Not from her head and stomach-ache but from her argue/ break up with Josh.

After exactly ten minutes, Castle's door bell rang. "Good morning Detective!" Castle greeted her as he opened the door and led her in. "Let me just grab my jacket and we can go fight the nefarious crime." Along with his jacket came a cup of steamy homemade coffee which he handed her with a knowing smile which she shared too. "Thank you" she softly said, and as expected came his sweet answer "Always".

And together, they sailed towards the streets of NewYork, carrying with them passion and poetry, leaving nothing but the rising Sun behind. At least that was how best-selling author Richard Castle would describe many moments like this.

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