A/N: I know I said that there was going to be a part of the last chapter that was going to make you hate me, but I had to move it to this chapter. You'll know it when you see it. and PLEASE BE ADVISED OF THE RATING CHANGE! It's been upted to M. Thank you :)

Disclaimer: Still not mine.

"I'll be back as soon as I can, and this time, I promise I will be." The last time he said, he didn't see her for a year.

"I know." She sounded like she was losing him again, but he couldn't blame her. He hated that he had to leave her, but the last time he skipped a meeting with his marshal, he got his door kicked in while his daughter was in the shower. He leaned down to capture her lips with his, hoping that it would reassure her enough to tell her that this time, he would be back. And he would, no matter who he had to push over, he would get back to her this time. He couldn't lose her again, he's lost her too many times as it is.

He jogged out the door, and quickly ran across the street. He wasn't running because he was 45 minutes late for his meeting with his marshal, but because he wanted to make this as quick as possible. Just getting to the other side of the street, he looked back toward the sandwich shop, and saw her talking to the waitress, he saw the waitress slap her shoulder playfully, and then see her smile. Looking down at the napkin he was still clutching, he needed to make this as fast as he could, he couldn't stay away from her, it was killing him already, and they were only no more than 200 feet away. He started to jog quickly down the street, dodging people as he made his way around them, until he reached the newspaper stand that he was told to meet him at. He stopped to catch his breath, regain his restful composure, and straighten his scarf. He walked slowly up to the man, just checking his watch, sitting on the bench just beside the stand.

"You're almost an hour late. What happened?"

"I just got caught up in something, that's all."

"Alright, well don't let it happen again. You remember what happened the last time you bailed out on a meeting, don't you?"

"Yes, I remember, Bill. Would you quit bringing that up? I was having a bad day."

"Yeah yeah, so how are you two adjusting so far?"

"Alright. Alexis seems to be doing fine in the restaurant she was hired at."

"Really?" He asked, as if not believing him.

"As fine as she can. She's never had to have a part time job before. She was always so caught up in school, and extra credit that she never had time. And it's not like we weren't making ends meet or anything. There's something you have to get through that thick head of yours. Alexis hasn't had a very hard life. She's never had to worry about much. She's never had to face grief or loss before, and I'm all the family she has left. She's going to be fine with me, so just give her a chance."

"Would you stop worrying about me separating you two? I know how important Alexis is to you, and how important you are to her. I hate to tell you kid, but whether you like it or not, you're stuck with her."

Craig stopped and nodded. "Thank you."

"What about you, how are you doing?"

"I wish you would give me my old job back."

"You hated the last job I put you in."

"I meant my other old job."

"I'm sorry, kid, but that ain't gonna happen. I know you miss playing Sherlock, but there's nothing I can do about it."

"I know, I know. I'm just venting."

"What about the job you have now?"

"It's boring, menial, pointless."

"Good, now you know what things are like in the real world."

"Would you just... oh, never mind."

"Look, kid, I just want you to know, I am sorry. I know you didn't ask for any of this to happen, but the fact is it did. So try and make the best of it."

He scoffed at that, mainly because his new life had just gotten so much brighter. "Right... listen I have a meeting to get to. So could we wrap this up?"

"Alright, fine. Be at the coffee shop near the bridge in two weeks, 8AM."

"Coffee shop near the bridge, two weeks, 8AM, got it." He tapped his temple.

"Alright," Bill patted his shoulder and stood up. "Call me if you need me, you have my number."

"Right." He stood up and walked off in the direction he came. Once he rounded the corner, and was safely out of sight of his marshal, he pulled the napkin out of his pocket, and read the address. If his limited knowledge of the city was correct, her place was about a 15 minute walk from here, but he would be there in five if he had to break every foot traffic law in the book. After all, he's American, and in America, pedestrians always have the right of way. He smirked to himself at the thought, and began to jog down the street.

The rush hour had quickly subsided, and the jog down the street was made with little effort, only getting honked at once when he crossed the street. He stopped at the block the napkin said and looked around at the building numbers until he spotted hers. He smiled to himself and made his way across the street toward the small apartment complex. He walked through the doors and up the elevator. Looking back down at the napkin, she lived on the fourth floor. 4G, he told himself, walking down the rather cramped hall way. It wasn't until he had spotted her door, and stopped to take a breath, that he realized his heart rate was racing, and not from the half mile jog down here. What if she didn't want to see him again, what if she was scared to be found? He wasn't even a writer any more and his writer's mind was still tormenting him. He finally got to her door and stood there, rather jittery, before he moved his hand up to knock on her door. With a soft knock, one that he could barely hear himself, he stood there waiting. After a pause, he heard the lock open, the chain being dragged through it's holder, and the knob being turned, all sounding like they were done simultaneously.

She flung the door open. "Hey oh..." He was cut off when she grabbed a fist full of his fleece and yanked him toward her with a forceful tug that threw her lips onto his. She pulled him inside, mostly by the lips, and closed the door behind him once he was inside.

There was the soft, languid, loving kisses when ever they shared a 'special' moment, but then there was this. The hot, feverish, hungry make outs that were fueled by passion, desire, and for him at least, an incredible amount of physical attraction. Their lips slid against each other as her hand moved to cup his cheek, with the other grasping his scarf, to yank it off of his neck, then moving to the back of his neck. She let out a loud moan of satisfaction when he cupped her cheek and tugged her closer to him with a firm pull against her waist. He felt her slowly bring her right leg up his own, and hook her ankle behind his calf.

She was returning everything he had with ferociousness, and he was glad to let her bombard his lips ferociously with hers. When it came to matters of their sexual activities, he learned that it was better to just let the lion run untamed, rather than stand in front of it with a chair and a whip and try to control it, although, he had brought up the whip once.

She tangled her tongue up with his before he pressed against the small of her back and tilted her head back to give him full view, along with full access, to that still taught neck that he loved to tease. He still remembered the exact spot, and what to do once he was there. He pressed his lips against her jaw, then right in front of her ear, then just below it, then behind, then... right there, he thought to himself as he felt her body quake in his arms when he reached just behind her jaw, where it met her neck, running small figure eights with his tongue against it. She balled her fists against the back of his head to hold him there before she started to claw and nag at the arm of his fleece. He released her neck and recaptured her lips, and ran his hands down her sides, thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts.

He felt her press her hands against his chest, and began to spider crawl them up, inching upward, and toward the middle, in search of the zipper. Before he realized it, she ripped the zipper downward, having it let out a loud sound, but not loud enough to drown out the sound of the possessive groan that had escaped his throat. He threw it off in a direction that he would remember later.

He didn't know what exactly she was wearing, or what the lay out of her apartment was, but he knew her. He gently lifted the hem of her, what felt like thin T-shirt and ran his hands against the hot skin he felt underneath it. He moved his hands higher, gliding over her stomach, brushing the bottom of her bra with his fingers, and moved to her back. He clutched the fabric behind her between his fingers and flipped it up and over her head, bringing it to handcuff her hands in front of her.

Finally able to look into her eyes, it only made him want her more. Her iris' were dark with lust and want, and he felt as if they were ripping his clothes off of him, with out her even actually touching him. He let the shirt fall to the floor in front of them before she attacked his lips again. She pushed him backwards towards the door until he felt his back hit against it. She started to run her palms down his chest, until they reached the bottom of his shirt. He felt her grasp the shirt tightly and yank it up wards, but only to have it come up right above his abs. He let out another moan, before he moved his hand from her waist, up to pinch the frame of his glasses with his fingers, and pull them up off of his face, and let them fall to the floor. He was going to make love to her as Richard Castle, not Craig Johnson. She fell in love with Richard Castle, her partner was Richard Castle, and right now, Richard Castle just came back from the dead.

She threw the shirt off of him and then she stopped, looked down, and ran her fingers down his chest and revere. "Wow. You're so... so..."

It's true that he worked out a lot more than he usually did, but she never acted like this. "What?" He said breathlessly.

"Uh... cut." Her eyes only grew darker as her fingers continued to map the ridges of his muscles.

"I picked up kick boxing when we were first moved."

She let out a small chuckle before she let her bottom lip come into the hold of her teeth. She returned her gaze up to his eyes. "It suits you."

He smiled before her hungry lips were on him again. She moved her fingers lower to find the buckle of his belt and began to open it, and for the first time in twelve months, he didn't feel the unbearable hesitation that he felt, the nauseous crawl that would have bile cling to the back of his throat when ever this would happen. For the first time in almost a year, it felt right. He felt his belt slacken around his waist before his button was undone. He grabbed her wrists to stop her, but he had good cause for it this time, it wasn't so he could run away, out of the bar and hail the first cab he saw. "Where's your bed?"

"In my bedroom, why?" She asked as she went to his neck to begin feathering it with kisses.

He felt his eyes flutter backwards before he answered. "Uhm, I just thought that oh..." He stopped when he felt her tongue against his earlobe. ", that it might be more fun if we did this there."

"Oh, come on, Castle. Why not here?" She asked playfully.

"Do you remember what happened the last time we did this against a door?" She stopped and leaned back to look at him with a confused look.

"Yeah, so?"

"Kate..."

"Castle, that was the door to the porch at the Hampton's, and there's no way I could have known that some one would be walking on your private stretch of beach just at that minute."

"Just... please?"

She stared at him for a moment before she let her bottom lip fall into the light grasp of her teeth before she cocked up her eye brow, and her gaze turned lustful once again. She pulled him by the hands down a small hall way that ended with a door, she shoved it open against her back and tugged him inside. She spun him around by the wrist before she stalked toward him, running her hands up his chest again and coming to clench his hair in her hands and force him backwards. They fell onto the bed and he made quick work of her bra.

Placing each breast into the palm of his hands, she pressed against him to make his grip tighten slightly around them. He moved his hands around to her shoulders and pulled her down to lay fully against his chest, and run his lips over hers in a slow pursuit up to the point that they both knew they were headed to. He felt her start to grind against him, and press her center down toward him, which made him buck his hips up slightly at the firm contact of their arousal's. She moved her hands from his chest down to her pants button, and snapped it open, and given the opportunity, he pushed against her side and flipped her over to have her lay on her back, with him off to the side.

She seemed to be rather impatient, because when he gently ghosted his fingers across her stomach and came to grip her side, she was rushingly pushing her slacks down her legs, arching her back to get them around her ass, which upon observation, was still as fine as ever, and them began to kick her legs slightly when they reached her ankles. Once they were off, and in a puddle on the floor, she quickly lunged over toward him and straddled him, attacking his mouth yet again. He felt her reach between them, and grasp the top of his pants with one hand and tug upward. "I want these off." She demanded against his lips. "Get them off."

"Don't you think that we should take this slow, make it last?"

"Castle," She released his lips with one last kiss. "I've waited a year for you. I'm sick of waiting. So just, please..." She drawled on, before she pressed her hips down against his as hard as she could. "Get them off." He started to kiss her again and he pressed his hips upwards and pushed against his pants to get them off, just like she asked. Once they were in a puddle over hers he settled himself down again, and gazed up at her.

She was still the most beautiful creature he ever laid eyes upon. Her hair was short and blonde, not long and brunette, her skin was a bit lighter than it was, but she was still as gorgeous and as sexy as ever. She leaned up and placed her already glistening center just above his hard cock, and sunk down onto it slowly. She let out a loud moan, and ground down against him for a moment just before she started to move up, and sink down harder. She started to move again, but when she was just about to sink down, he met her half way, and she let out a small gasp at the speed of his thrust.

It was just then that something change in both of them. They had been apart for a year, not given a chance for a proper farewell, lives uprooted and flipped upside down, with the loves of their lives being torn from them. Now was not the time for sensual, or slow. They missed each other, in more ways that one, and he couldn't speak for her, but this was the worst dry spell he's ever faced in his life.

He quickly shot up and captured her lips in his in a hot, frenzied kiss, and pushed her back against the bed, and sunk himself deeply into her. He felt a rush of air past his lips when she gasped at the force of his action, and it served as match to a quick burning fuse. He pulled himself almost all the way out before he thrust himself into her again, and again, and again, not bothering to set the face slow, as he usually did, letting it built up from a slow burn into a raging forest fire. It had been burning for too long, and now, it needed to explode.

The pace was set on a fast tempo, the music of their bodies hitting against each other in a movement of sexual desire. He felt her inner muscles start to erupt and tighten around him, and he leaned back to see her eyes glaze over in ecstasy, when she felt her squeeze him relentlessly and dig her fingers into his shoulders. He slowed the pace for a minute before she rasped at him. "Don't stop." She wrapped her legs around his waist and hooked her ankles together and he continued to thrust into her. When his body begun to go rigid, his moves untimed, she arched her back into him and spoke again. "Let go."

He let himself release into her with a few more thrusts before his body went slack against her. He sat inside her for a minute, panting with her, inhaling the thick, musky scent of their love making. He pushed himself up heavily to find her still gazing at him. "You're still amazing at that." She smiled warmly at the comment and let her head nod off heavily to the side. He pushed himself over and fell against the bed next to her. He nodded his head off toward her, and found that she was still gazing at him, moving her hand up to trace a line down his cheek.

"I love you, Rick." She uttered once her breathing returned to normal.

"I love you too, Kate." He tugged her over and she rolled into his side and laid her head on his shoulder.

An hour later, they were both still laying in her bed, still completely naked, neither one of them willing to move from their position. He had been running his fingers up and down her arm, and she had been tracing the lines in his newly outlines abs. "Do you miss it?" She asked him.

"Miss what?"

"You're old life. The loft, the precinct, the boys..."

"I miss everything. Kevin and Javier were the only true friends I've ever had. I miss solving murders, I miss the loft, I miss bringing you coffee every morning, I miss my mother, I miss everything, Kate." His voice had quickly become thick, he'd been holding in something for some time now.

"Martha isn't with you?"

"No, she uhmm... she's..." She saw a tear leak out of the corner of his eye. Could she really be...

"Oh, god, Castle. I'm so sorry. I didn't know." She quickly sat up over him and pressed a hand to his cheek. She knew what it was like to lose a mother more than any one, especially when you were so close. She knew that, for the longest time growing up, it was just the two of them. They had spent most of their lives living together, and with a mother as loving and nurturing as Martha was, it was hard not to miss her. For her, Martha was a motherly presence for her, and at times, in the dead of a dark, rainy night, she missed her too. She missed every one, but there were special times, when she missed Martha the most. But right now, she knew that pushing him to talk about it was not a good idea. Simply offering a shoulder to cry on was the best option, after all, that's where most people went wrong with her, they were always pushing her to open up and talk about it, when she just wanted to one to just let it all out on. He would talk about it when he was ready, and right now, he obviously wasn't. She replaced her head against his shoulder and continued to rub the middle of his chest with her palm.

With a slight sniffle, that he seems some what ashamed to take, he continued. "What about you?"

She paused for a minute before she spoke. "I miss Lanie... and Espo, and Ryan... and my dad. I miss being a cop, I miss my job. I miss having a purpose, one that means something to somebody. I miss working with you on cases. I miss not being myself. I miss my old life."

"You know, a few years ago, I would have said that being in witness protection would be cool, fun, exciting. But now that I actually am in witness protection, it really sucks."

She chuckled. "Yeah, it does. But, for what it's worth," She lifted her head and looked over at him. "It just got a whole lot better." He smiled before he craned his neck and kissed her.

"Yeah, you make me want to keep going, Kate."

She simply kissed him sweetly again and laid her head back down on his shoulder, and hugged his midsection tightly.

A/N: I told you you'd hate me! And for those of you who are still confused a little bit, the details of how they wound up in WITSEC will be revealed in coming chapters, I just need to be in a place where I can tell the whole story with it feeling natural. Please let me know what you think of this chapter, especially the last part. Thank you all for reading, and REVIEWING! ;)

~Major.