Note: This story is a one shot after The Third man´s last scene. I hope you like it and I am waiting for your reviews. // English is not my main language, so I do my best.
TIME TO LET IT BE
By Elishak
Castle and Beckett arrive at Reny´s in Kate´s car. They order their food and then take a sit at the end side of the place, facing each other. At first they are in silence enjoying their food, also enjoying themselves with their looks at each other. But suddenly, he speaks:
Beckett, when we are going to stop playing this game of "we like each other but we don´t talk about that. We pretend that this is not happening"?
She freezes. She never expected that he was going to said something like that.
What are you talking about, Castle?
That is so typically Beckett. Evade the things that she hate talk about. But today, Castle is not going to let that happen because Alexis´ speech is still in his mind.
Come on, Kate. Don´t do that! Do you not see what happened today? We both sabotaged the date of the other and our date as well.
I didn´t do that.
Well, I did. I went to Drago because I knew that you were going to go there. I died of jealousy when you told me about your date and when I saw you after talk with him on the phone but I was very stupid and I pretended that nothing happened to me with that. I can´t do that anymore, Kate. I like you. I care about you. I miss you when I leave the precinct. God! I didn´t date anybody since I met you. Today I was such an arrogant pretending that I could just date someone leaving you behind. I want you in my life, Beckett, how something more than a muse. I want you like a muse for my life not for my books.
I don´t know what to say, Castle. My life is so appeased that even I used to it. Today I went to Lanie because I wanted a change in my life and I can´t deny that that change cross my mind when you told me about the bachelor number 3 who you were going out. I think that I died of jealousy too.
Tell me the truth, Kate. What bother you more, the fact that some journal said that we are involve romantically or the fact that that it isn´t true?
Why… I… both, I think!
Beckett, please, is time to let it be!
The end