A/N Thank you for reading and reviewing, it is amazing how psyched you get from notifications that pop up once you guys fav, follow and review.

Anyhow, I must say that I am sorry about switching from third to second person halfway through each POW, and that it (hopefully) won't happen again.

I also got a comment about Kate, and that her behavior is ooc, that she wouldn't have broken down until she got home and alone. I have to things to say about that. First, at the start of her breakdown, her whole world zoomed in on Castle walking away from her, so she stopped even registering the other people present, which makes it a tad more believable. Second, this is my story, and even if these aren't my characters, as long as I write the story, they get to do what decide.

Onwards to the story

The whole bullpen fell silent, except for Kate's crying. Everyone watched dumbstruck as Castle got tears in his eyes, slowly making his way towards Kate, crying on the floor.

This couldn't be happening. After all this time, after all they've been through, he couldn't just walk away.

It hurt. Pain searing through her chest, head in her hands, tears slipping through her fingers.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. He was supposed to be there for her. Through thick and thin, fire and ice. He was supposed to be there, always.

But he left her. As every other man that was supposed to be in her life, help her through her troubles.

He should have been different. Different than the boyfriends who didn't understand her. Different from the boyfriends who left her. Different from her dad, who forgot about her to the bottle, even though he's trying to mend the damage done, he still forgot about her.

And Castle was leaving too.

She began to cry harder.

He was her friend, her partner, her castle that held the evil of the world at bay. Hers. Her Castle.

Castle knelt down beside her, still shocked to the bone about Beckett's breakdown.

"Shh, shh Beckett, don't cry." he said soothingly, his instincts as a father stepping in, arms enveloping her, trying to calm her down.

"It's going to be okay-" he starts, before she wraps her arms around him and interrupts.

"NO! It's not! You can't leave me, you're supposed to be here, with me." she manages to say it while simultaneously crying into his shoulder. "You can't leave. You're supposed to be here, supposed to be my partner, supposed to love me." she isn't able to say anymore as her sobbing takes over.

Castle is stunned. He doesn't know what to do. Beckett implied that she cares very much about him, likely even loves him, and it doesn't make sense. Why would she lie about remembering if she loved him back? "Shh, I'm here, it's okay." he lets out, rocking her slightly.

She feels Castle there, hears him say that he is there and it is okay. But you can't accept it. He left, didn't he? "But you're leaving, even though you promised, promised me always. Promised me always even though you knew how broken I am, and now you are leaving. You can't! I need you!" it started as mumbling, weak words gathering strength, until she almost yelled out what she had to say.

She takes a deep breath, only now registering that his slight rocking has stopped. She looks up, into his eyes, sees through his wet eyes, and finally whispers, "you have to stay, you can't break your promise. Don't go, I love you."

Ryan and Esposito are the last to leave the bullpen, everyone left out of respect for the couples privacy, as they clearly needed it.

The couple, kneeling on the floor, holding each other in their own world, unaware of the emptiness around them, one filled with wonder over her revelation, the other still crushed by the despair that still hasn't left her mind.

A/N 2: That's it for today. Stay tuned for the last chapter, and please let me know if you have any input to the story, or just a general opinion.