-One
Beckett's P.O.V
I typed at a steady pace, dismissing homicide charges against Julie Hasler. I could smell the fresh coffee brewing from the break room. Obviously someone had gotten here just as early as I had.
Oh well, I thought. If they want to be known, they'll make themselves known.
A few brief footsteps followed. Castle began walking to my desk, a cup of coffee in each hand. He had such a sullen look to his face, like something was on his mind. He sat down and handed me a coffee.
"Hey," I said, "isn't 5:30 usually the time you're getting in bed on a Saturday?"
He continued to stare straight forward. Sipping his coffee, he shrugged.
"Couldn't sleep," he told me in a strange and awkward tone. It sounded almost vulnerable.
"You okay?" I asked. "You seem distracted, and not in your normal A.D.D way of distracted."
He looked at me frowning.
"Couldn't sleep," he repeated.
"Why not?" I replied.
"I had a weird, sort of disturbing dream. It was out of the norm of my normal dreams though," Castle explained.
He looked away from me again with a furrowed brow. He took another sip of coffee. As did I. It was an especially creamy but strong brew today.
I went back to typing out the paper work. Castle and I sat in silence as the sun began to slowly come up as people began to flood the 12th precinct bullpen. But throughout all of that, I wondered and wondered what Castle had dreamed about.
