I was standing near an autumn yellow tree. I was surrounded by white fog and my bare feet standing on the cold marble floor. In the distance, a figure was coming closer and closer to me. He had dark hair and a tall, muscular body. A body I have gotten used to seeing daily. "Rick." He's walking faster towards me but he remains quiet. It's almost as if he can't hear me, I yell again, "Rick!" He's still about fifteen yards away. He says nothing, instinctively I feel like he'll never reach me. "Rick! Rick!" I become in a full blown panic. He's approaching but not as fast as before. He's lethargic. "Rick!"
"Kate. Wake up. Kate!"
"Yeah…" disoriented and blind, I replied. Then it hit me, Rick's voice. I'm at Castle's.
"You were having a nightmare. You kept yelling my name. It took ten minutes before you said anything."
"Sorry I woke you. " I moved closer to him, putting my head on his solid shoulder. He's here next to me. Finally, I had told him. His lips kissed my hair softly, I looked up at him. I moved closer so my lips reached his. It was a tender kiss filled with solace.
Suddenly, my cell rang, "Beckett. Ok, I'll be there." I looked at Rick; all I wanted to do was lay back down in his arms. "You comin'?"
"Murder at five a.m.? Guess the early bird got the worm."
"Guess so."
"Short breakfast?"
"Don't have time. Let's just get coffees and bearclaws."
He got up and went over to his walk-in closet. I followed him so I could watch him pick his clothes. I wonder if he'll be casual or suited up. He's hotter when he's rugged, wearing jeans, a t-shirt and a five o'clock shadow. "Don't shave." I said it quietly but he still heard me.
"I won't. Do you want to change? You could wear my clothes or borrow something from Alexis or Martha. They wouldn't mind."
"Nah, I'm good, I have a change of clothes at the precinct. Thanks though."
"Why, Detective is there an occasion where you're not prepared?"
"Hurry up, will you?"