A/N ok so this might have taken awhile but here it is

Beckett had finally got rid of her jitters when Castle had come back from the kitchen to take her bowl and offer her a glass of water. She somehow had felt entirely worse than she had before. She still had a raging headache and he seemed to have picked that up when he took her bowl, so he treaded lightly. Her stomach had knotted itself into the little pin heads that kept collecting and soon you had a huge yarn knot ball. Her voice was almost painful to even imagine so she rarely spoke. She was somewhat glad he didn't seem to be offended by her silence. Castle hummed to himself the same song he sang last night –He must have looked up the song and listened to it already. She continued to hack and cough only more breath-racking then the last. He would occasionally come over and hand her another glass of water while she sat on the couch wondering what he was doing in her kitchen. She wanted to investigate but she was too weak to stand but she could smell something, but didn't know whether or not it was good or bad. She cursed herself for being so weak because she knew that he knew she was too weak to get up so he was out of sight toying with something in her kitchen. She finally managed to get the strength to get up but made it only to the kitchen door when another coughing fit gathered her up, and she doubled over. He turned around and helped her to the kitchen counter and she could finally see what he was doing. He gave her some of that drink he gave her before and the coughing seemed to have seized for now. She looked over her kitchen and noticed he had cleaned and cooked. He had some more of his delicious soup and filled what she had of Tupper ware and handed her a small bowl. Even with her lack of saliva she managed to drool at the sight. If it tasted as good as it did somewhat old then this had to be even better.

"Might I suggest eating it? That way it tastes better." He gave her his smug look and she only could look at him and twitch her lips. She soon had the whole bowl down and was finishing off the rest of the broth. God where did he learn to cook, and why hadn't she learned he was so good sooner.

"I don't think the bowl tastes as good as my soup." He slowly took it out of her hands being gentle and she hadn't realized she was slightly chewing the bowl for residue taste. "More?" She shook her head. It was good but she didn't feel as if she might be able to hold any more than that small bowl full down. She gathered herself up and stood wobbly at first and then more steady the longer she stood. Gaining her balance at last she walked off to her room to grab some clothes. The worst part of being sick had to be the smell you get after a few days of being sick, which above all she hated. Castle looked around the corner to see her vanish into her room, and he shrugged and continued to clean he wouldn't tell her, but she was messy. His house never – well mostly, besides Alexis's parties is relatively clean. It was mainly things that could be thrown away, but still some of it had a new, new white meat on it. Beckett managed to get to her bed before the energy vanished as fast as it came. She practically dragged herself to her drawers doubled over at the increasing pains. She quickly grabbed some clothes without looking at what she had grabbed not caring at that point and continued to sulk to her bathroom She finally got there and leaned against the door, debating. Lock it, or not? Castle wouldn't try anything, would he? It's Castle, why would he do that? He wouldn't she would kill him, or maybe not recently she has realized something. He was the one person she could always count on to be there, but she knew he wasn't going to wait forever. She had felt so conflicted let loose now and risk it all, or wait longer and maybe not even have a chance.
She slumped down onto the floor and sighed. Then she got back up. She was in hear to take a shower not make life decisions. She cursed herself for thinking this and continued to get in the shower.


Castle heard her shut her bathroom door and look around the corner again and saw that she didn't move, didn't hear shuffling of feet, or the shower running. He wanted to go check on her so he began to walk, but halted. What would she think of him if he walked into her bathroom while she was probably undressing? He turned around slowly. That would ruin it all of this work he has put into her trusting him again and he would do something like that. He cursed himself and walked slowly back into the kitchen.


Beckett finished in the shower, and came out after she had gotten dressed. She had now just realized what she had thrown on, and who was here. She looked down at herself and saw she threw on an old t-short with plenty holes –probably from her early rookie years and some comfy sweats. She again cursed herself, why was she so sick? She couldn't believe she couldn't even choose a good wardrobe. He hasn't done anything to make her feel worse, so why would he start now? She walked out into the kitchen and stopped. What the hell had he done? He cleaned her whole kitchen. How long was she in the shower? She looked around and saw he was lying on her couch eyes slightly closed and humming. The same way he was last night and she almost melted. Why did he do this, it killed her inside to know she knows what he said but can't say for reasons even she does not understand. How could he do this all and still put up with her crap? She walked over to the couch and he stopped and slowly opened his eyes.
He opened his eyes after he heard her shuffle over.

"Smell good?" She chuckled slightly and sighed.

"What? Me or my spotless kitchen?" He looked at her and gave her that charm smile.

"Like that, hm?" She came and sat down next to him, their legs barely touching, but she could still feel the heat from his leg next to her.

"I guess you could say that. It's cleaner than it was."

"Cleaner is an understatement. I think the tornado was the good thing that came through there." She smirked at him and curled her legs underneath her. His hand itched to put his hand on her leg, but he knew that she would shy away and he would lose everything he has built to get rid of her wall. She heard a faint noise in the back of her apartment and she turned her head to listen to it.

"It's your neighbor. Some of their music isn't too bad." He said as his eyes wandered. She listened and realized he was right, but then looked at the round remembering something she once heard. You know you're in love when all those country songs all start making sense. She groaned inwardly and noticed he was looking at her probably thinking the same thing. She scratched her head and smirked. His eyes burning into her skin and she looked at the ground. He looked away seeing her uncomfortable. He felt somewhat crushed that she felt hurt, but he knew that she was like a crystal glass, the smallest of taps and she was sent into pieces. She looked back up and saw he had stopped looking at her and the pain that seemed to have subsided in her stomach doubled and she bent over grabbing her stomach and almost fell to the floor Castle looked back at her and quickly got up and grabbed her bucket and handed it to her. She took it gratefully and her fingers curled around the bucket and she was dizzy.

"Are you ok?" She shook her head just as she fell to the floor.


"Beckett?" He yelped and went to her side and gently shook her. "You're alright, right?" She didn't answer and he was beginning to sweat. He looked around and reached into his pocket and quickly put in 911, but didn't press send. He set his phone on the table and went back to Beckett. She didn't move, but her breathing was shallow, and it scared him. She's not dead, she's not hurt. He needed to get her up. She was light which surprised him and he set her on the couch. He kept the phone in his sight and then felt her forehead. She was on fire how had he not noticed. He grabbed his phone at last and called 911.

"Hello 911, I need an ambulance." He waited for them to transfer and then put the rest of her info in. Within five minutes the EMT's were storming her apartment with a stretcher and pushing him out of the way by holding him back.

"Sir, come with us we need her info." Castle nodded and followed the suit. He got into the ambulance with Kate-for what felt like the millionth time. He answered all the questions and gently held Kate's hand the whole ride, he never stopped looking at her face. Remembering when she was shot and not being sooner. Well he wasn't soon enough this time either. Ride came to an abrupt halt and he followed them until the doctor came out and the nurses were holding him back.

"Sir, your wife is going to be fine. Please wait out here." He had hardly heard them, but he was still watching with eyes stinging back tears watching Kate being rolled down the hall. He didn't want to, but he gave up and sat down in the chair next to a patient's door and listened to the rambling of the doctors yelling diagnostics.


Sorry this took so long but I was away and I had school. Please review. THANKS. :D