Thank you to all the people who have read and reviewed this fic. Criticism and suggestions are always welcome.

As always, I do not own any of the recognizable characters or dialogues from Castle or the lyrics of 'I Won't Give Up'.

So here it is people, chapter two, as promised. This one is from Kate's POV.

Read and review guys!

~ Rey =)


"I won't give up on us,
Even if the skies get rough,
I'm giving you all my love,
I'm still looking up.."

Beckett POV

Kate Beckett was pacing a hole in the floor of her apartment. She had been at it for half an hour, lost in thought. She felt thoroughly off balance.

Not much agitated her and had her so off kilter and it was killing her. HE was killing her.

Castle had been cool and distant with her, and she couldn't understand why. He had been acting really strange and out of character for a couple of weeks now. The distance between them, the strained feel in their usually comfortable relationship was palpable.

It was making her miserable; it was killing her that he was going so far from her. She just wanted his comfortingly solid presence back. And as she thought for the millionth time, she couldn't fathom the reason behind the sudden aberration in his behaviour. He was pulling away. He NEVER pulled away.

She had watched their relationship grow from annoyer and annoyed, to a tentative partnership, to a friendship and an unbreakable bond of trust and mutual respect and fondness.

And, for as long as she could remember, there were the innuendos, the inappropriate comments, the sneaky peeks or the stares and all the unwanted touching. And she had felt a thrill go through her every time their hands touched or their eyes met. And she knew he felt it too. But it was too real for her, too much. It overwhelmed her, it scared her.

So she ran to other guys, men who would distract her from Castle. And it almost worked, but not quite. No matter whom she had been with, no matter what she said to him, the man had clung to her side like a limpet and just refused to let go. And she saw, and heard, the extent of his feelings for her that day in the cemetery. "I love you, Kate. Please stay with me."

His voice had haunted her dreams for many a week. And she had run from it. Because she was damaged goods, she was broken and she didn't want to go there with him without healing first. She had to be a better person before she could let herself be loved. So she lied and she took refuge in her father's cabin. But even after three months of radio silence from her, all it had taken was a short, sincere conversation to dispel his anger and he had come back to her.

But this time, this was different. Just when she had finally been ready to tell him that she loved him too, just when she had allowed the thought of loving him and being loved by him to take seed in her heart, he was walking away.

I don't blame him. Maybe he just got tired of waiting for me, or maybe… Maybe he realized that I wasn't good enough for him, that he could do much better than me, she thought. After all, he was a rich, famous, bestselling novelist, who could have any girl he wished. Why would he want to settle for a PTSD riddled, damaged detective with so much of baggage in her past, who only knew how to push him away?

A shot of anger coursed through her. I told him I needed time, he said he would wait. But I guess he just got bored and went back to his bimbo-on-a-list habits. After all, he is a playboy, and I should have known better than to believe that he had changed.

The anger drained from her as quickly as it had come. No. In the years that Castle had followed her, she had come to know him quite well. And the playboy image was just that, an image. He had always been himself with her and the guys at the precinct. Just a quirky, hyper, and crazy person with a truly good heart and a genuinely warm man.

And she knew that what he felt for her wasn't just some passing thing. He loved her, and the depth of his love was laid out for her to see in his every action, word and in his beautiful blue eyes. He had promised her Always and it had been a sincere promise which he truly meant.

So if he was pulling away now, it meant something had happened. Something big. And she would give anything to know what it was right now, except he refused to even talk to her beyond polite acknowledgements unless it was regarding a case. She had tried to start a conversation in the car, or invite him for drinks after a case, hoping that he would be himself again, but no avail. He always made excuses, not even bothering to be convincing about it. And every time she looked into his eyes, she found them clouded with hurt, anger and… betrayal?

But it only lasted for a second before a smooth mask hid everything he was feeling behind a calm and nonchalant facade. And he was so… flippant and indifferent about everything. Indifference. That's what hurt her the most in all this. She had been on the receiving end of a plethora of emotions from him, of big smiles, or sulky pouts, or teasing grins, or abject confusion, or even a simmering anger. But never indifference.

Enough with the pity party Kate, she thought, resolutely wiping away the tears from her face. There was nothing to be gained by her speculating or theorizing about this alone. It was clear that there was something wrong, and that that something was as much her fault as his. And she was not going to sit back and let the best thing that had ever happened to her slip away from her like this.

She loved Richard Castle, and she was ready to do anything in order to get him back.