A/N: This idea would not leave me alone, here's a teaser. I will gladly continue if enough people are interested.

Summary: "A writer and his muse, just like us." A fix-it of the end of 4x02.

Disclaimer: *Sighs* Alright, alright I'm not Andrew Marlowe. Happy?


Standing there, watching as Castle made his way to the elevator, Kate replayed his words in her mind. He was right, well, except for one thing. Kate and Rick were in love, like them, but they didn't have the courage to admit how they felt. That needed to change, and it was going to right now.

"Rick, wait." Kate called out, taking long strides towards the elevator. Reaching out to stop the doors from closing, Kate stepped inside.

"Beckett?" Castle had a confused look on his face.

Kate reached out, cupping his cheek with one hand, the other coming to rest on his chest. Her eyes covered close as she pressed her lips to his. Kate felt Rick tense, but he quickly responded, slipping his tongue into his mouth. She sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, moaning as he started unbuttoning her shirt.

"I love you too." Kate sighed as they broke apart for air.

"You what?" Rick exclaimed, his loving gaze turning angry, cold even.

Kate furrowed her brow, confused by his sudden change in demeanor. All of a sudden it hit her and, realizing what she had said, she sunk to the ground, her head hitting the cool metal.


A/N: Like I said, this is a teaser, so let me know if I should continue this.