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Jim Beckett decided early the next morning that his weekend was better off spent in the city and that Kate did need someone, but it wasn't him. He had to get a hold of Richard Castle if he was going to solve this.

Back in the city Castle was suffering from loss of sleep just as much as Beckett, only he was feeling sick over the whole thing. Kate wanted to move on, as in move on from him. She was invested, he had been wrong, and she doesn't want to talk about things, how could he have stuffed up any worse than this?

His phone rings and he dives across to his night stand to retrieve it hoping to God that it is Kate coming to her senses.

"Hello?" He pants into the receiver.

"Mr Castle?" Jim Beckett asks.

"Yes?" Castle frowns.

"It's Jim Beckett," he announces.

"Jim! Hi, is everything all right? Have you heard from Kate? Where is she? Please, is everything alright?

"Calm down Rick, I was actually calling to ask you some of the same things," he chuckles.

"Oh," Castle sighs disappointedly.

"To answer your questions, no, I don't believe that everything is alright, I was with Kate yesterday evening but left early this morning as the weather was not conducive to fishing and my daughter wasn't exactly thrilling company," he tells him.

"Jim, you have to understand, there has been a horrible misunderstanding and I've been a complete jerk but if you could just tell me where Kate is, I could fix things!" Rick begs.

Jim considers things for a moment, "I'm not sure my daughter wants to be found," he replies. "Perhaps you could explain why my daughter is so heart-broken and then I can decide whether or not you deserve to know?" He purposes.

"Okay, fine. Umm I heard Kate say something that made me think that she didn't have the same feelings that I do towards her and so I was hurt, you know? So I tried to get over her and hide my frustrations by pushing her away and going on dates and just generally reverting back to a period of time from my early 20s," he admits.

"Are you a man whore Mr Castle?" Jim Beckett blurts out.

"What!" Castle spits out his water.

"Have you or have you not 'moved on," Jim asks him in a frustrated tone.

"There hasn't been anyone in almost a year Mr Beckett, I've had feelings for Kate since I met her but it's never been the right time, I mean, she has had relationships in the time that I've known her, but I thought we'd worked through things, that eventually we were going to work out but she lied, she knew I loved her and she lied about knowing. I know now that things are more than black and white, and that I may have jumped to the wrong conclusion, but I can't fix it if nobody will let me talk to Kate," Castle persists.

"Talk to her? You could always phone her, couldn't you?" Jim asks.

"I've spoken to her once already early on Friday morning but she didn't seem to hear what I was saying. She is so convinced that moving on is just the thing we are doing and, and well, she was too upset to discuss things any further. The time for talk has finished Jim, I have to show her!" He declares.

"I don't know why Rick, but my daughter is in love with you and she is up in my cabin, probably still crying her eyes out because she thinks she is replaceable, you had time to confront her about these things did you not?" He asks.

"Yes, look, I know that I should have been upfront with her but I was so crushed I couldn't deal with it the way I should have," Castle sighs.

"How is she," Castle asks after the silence become too much.

"She seemed pretty depressed but then she took to her room and I could hear her sniffing all night, so I wouldn't be surprised if she is too exhausted to have a talk with you," Jim mutters.

"You say she is at your cabin?" Castle asks.

"Yes, it's the first time since the summer. Quite cold out, especially with the rain," he mentions.

"Thanks for letting me know Jim, I will fix things," Castle responds.

"I know you will, you're a good man Richard Castle, at least, that is what Katie has been telling me for a long time, I hope you can work things out, this is the first time I've seen my daughter this devastated since her mother passed away," Jim tells him sadly.

"I won't let you down, Jim," Castle replies before hanging up.


Castle jumped on his laptop and checked road maps and the weather, it looked to be quite dreary outside and the radar indicated that storms were going to be the norm for the rest of the weekend. Jim had given him enough clues and Kate had spoken about the cabin before so he knew where to go.

He could be there by three that afternoon if he packed up and left as soon as he could.


Kate finally conceded that there wasn't going to be anymore sleeping in and was out of bed by lunch time. Her Dad had left a note saying that he hoped she could get some rest and relax a bit and that he'd brought some honey flavoured porridge.

She had to eat something so the porridge it was. One of her favourites. She struggled to eat it though because every bite felt like cardboard in her mouth.

It was still dark and raining outside and she could hear thunder in the distance. It quite suited her mood. Sad and angry at the same time. Sad for the feelings of loss at having loved something that didn't want her anymore and angry for feeling that way.

She sat on the lounge in the small sitting area with a cup of tea watching the storm approach out of the large window. It was coming in fast, the wind was picking up and there were branches swinging in nearby trees. She normally enjoyed storms but all through childhood and into her late teens she had been frightened by the potential of a storm destroying her safe haven, the cabin.

Perhaps the storm wouldn't be too bad, the heating was still working, and that was a plus, it was usually so rickety in bad weather making it even harder to stay warm.

Suddenly, there was a flash of lightening and the storm picked up and thunder clashed and everything seemed darker. Having gotten a fright Kate placed her tea on the coffee table and went to make sure all the windows were still secure after her Dad's short visit.

Everything seemed to be in order so she moved her shaking body back into her bed, and rapped herself in her doona, right before the lights went out.