Okay boys and girls here is another chapter. I did not play on releasing this until next week. I have 5 chapters written and edited. I hope to release 1 per week.

I want to thank each and every one of you who have read, favorited, and reviewed this story. I will always try to answer you reviews (time permitting).

As for the guest reviewer who said this was out of character all I can do is disagree. Castle stepped aside at the end of season 2 so Beckett could be happy with Demming. He also kept his feeling to himself when she was with Josh. I don't see where he would have confronted her about this, he was blindsided and confused.

I guess this is where i type the disclaimer. I own nothing.

Chapter 2

Twenty minutes ago he stepped out of the elevator feeling great. No he was better than great he was absolutely giddy. The night before they closed the caught the killer of the world renowned chef Wolf. He had a conversation with Kate where he explained his feeling for her. He thought she could see through the subtext and get to the real words he so desperately wanted to share with her. When the left she was all smiles, the smile that warms him throughout his soul.

Now he is stepping out of that same elevator into the lobby of the 12th precinct completely crushed. How could he have been so utterly wrong? Not only did she not have feeling for him, to hear Demming tell it she despised him. No despised was not a strong enough word, she hated him.

Castle exited the front door and headed down the concrete steps. When he reached the street he turned left. Why he turned left he could not say, but he did and started walking. He's numb and oblivious to everything around him. The only thing to pull him out of his daze was the blaring of a horn. It seems he stepped right in front of a taxi, and the driver was none too happy about it.

It seems like he has walked for hours when he looked at his watch. 10 a.m. it reads, god he thought it had been more than 2 hours since he walked into the precinct. 2 hours since his life had changed forever. He decided to call Martha and see if she could meet for lunch. When he pulled his phone out there was an email from Kate.

The elevator opens and two figures come out engaged in lighthearted conversation. Esposito must have told a joke because Beckett was open mouth laughing. Not the dainty little laugh that some women use but a full on belly laugh.

As she reached her desk she noticed the coffee cup residing next to her mouse. She quickly turned around to see if the usual culperate was there. Standing about 10 feet behind her was Tom with a huge grin on his face.

"Good morning beautiful, I hope that you slept well. You sure look well rested."

"You know… I did. Have not slept that well in a few weeks."

"Oh before I forget, Castle said he had to catch up on some writing and he would not be in for a while." He said as he turned to Esposito, and catching Ryan's eye as he finished.

"So Castle was here this morning?" Kevin asked as he put his gun in his desk.

"Yeah he said he had a meeting with a publisher or publicist. Something with a P. You know I did not expect to see him so early but it was nice to be able to sit and talk with him. We kind of discussed careers in law enforcement."

As Kate sat down to start up her computer. She had a couple of emails she needed to get out that she left for this morning. Then it was time to start on the never ending paperwork associated with the closure of a case. And with a high profile celebrity chef, the DA will be hounding her soon for the info.

Richard receives hundreds of emails a day so seeing the ones that are important to him is difficult. But not the ones from Black Pawn, Paula, Alexis or Kate. They are set up as VIP. contacts so he is alerted to their existence with a reminder on his home screen. He would have done this for Martha but she has yet to figure out how to use email. Somehow the thought of Martha trying to email brings a slight smile to his face.

He closes his eyes and pinches his brow. Does he really want to read this email? What could it hurt, there is no way it could cause any more pain than it has already. Boy was he wrong.

Mr. Richard Castle

This purpose of this email is to state for the record my desire to terminate our working partnership. You have followed me and my team for the past 2 years, during which time you have compiled data for your Nikki Heat series of novels. It was my understanding that once you had completed your research you would no longer need to shadow me or my team. I would think that you would have enough material by this point.

Mr. Castle my safety is paramount to me. Having you in the field has caused great difficulty insuring both my and your safety. We have been in a few dangerous situations and having a partner without a weapon is disconcerting to say the least.

At this point I feel that your research feels more like stalking. I cannot seem to get away from you. If you refuse this request than my only recourse will be to either request a transfer, or demotion back to patrol. I would hope that you have enough respect for me not to have me resort to this as a way to regain my life and career.

I request that you have no further contact with me upon reading this email.

Detective Kathrine Beckett

12th Precinct Homicide

He could not believe what he had just read. He spent the next 20 minutes rereading the email in complete shock. How could he have misjudged their relationship? Sure it could be that he had a crush on her and she did not feel the same way. He could live with that, it would be strange to work with her but he could.

How could she have this much venom toward him? Sure he is childish, maybe even egotistical but does that warrant this dismissal.

He wanted to crawl under a rock and die. But that was not really an option, so let's look at options. He hole up in the loft but the red heads were there. It's going to be difficult to be around them in the emotional state he is currently in. He could go to the Hamptons, yeah that's what he should do. He could be alone, finish the book and then decide what he was going to do with the next part of his life.

He flagged down the first taxi that he could find headed to the loft.

Okay don,t hate me for the 'email' I promise it will all work out in the end. I can't promise Caskett will be the eventual outcome but there is a chance. ;) If I told you the outcome why would you read.