Castle's fingers tightened around his favorite pen as he looked up from the newest piece of information he had found on their suspect, smiling at the sight of the injured FBI agent finally making her way back down the stairs of his home. "Look who's awake."

Emily rolled her eyes, not even trying to fight the smile that appeared on her face. "Good morning to you too." She took the coffee he handed her with a thankful nod, sitting herself down beside him. "What time is it anyway?"

"Five after nine," he answered, his eyes on the younger brunette. "Your Unit Chief just called and said that our suspect, Gates, hasn't spoken a word in the hours he's been in interrogation."

"He's said nothing at all?"

Castle shook his head.

"Didn't even ask for a lawyer?" she questioned, her good hand holding tight onto the mug's handle. "Well he definitely has some part in it, not wanting to answer any questions."

Setting down his pen, the author of twenty-seven New York Times best sellers looked to injured woman at his side with affection dancing in his eyes. "I'm sorry, about this morning." He hated himself for bringing this up, scared if Emily hadn't even noticed what he had tried to do earlier that day, but he forced himself to press on. "I didn't mean for that to happen."

Emily bit hard into her bottom lip, taking a sip of her drink to do her best to give herself some time to think of what to say. "You don't have to apologize for anything." She shook her head. "Nothing happened though, it almost happened."

"Right," he nodded feverishly. "Almost happened, that's what I meant to say."

"You know, it was all those hours ago; really early in the morning. My brain doesn't even work until past eight really," she chuckled, wanting the older man to know that he didn't need to feel awkward about anything.

Castle gave a somewhat tight smile. Obviously the younger woman wasn't even starting to comprehend the feelings that were growing inside of him for her. "Mine doesn't start at least for another hour," he groaned, looking at his watch as Emily's laugh echoed throughout the apartment. "So you still have me beat."

"I guess I do," she winked, letting the author lean towards her to fix the strap of her sling that was falling off of her shoulder.

JJ came down the steps and made her way into the living room, her eyes fixated on the couple that sat just a little too close on the couch with a smile on her face. "Any news?"

Castle's head spun. "Yes!" he coughed, quickly handing the pregnant woman the notebook he had been writing in. "Our suspect hasn't made a peep yet, but Esposito faxed over his criminal record that had been hidden under a different name. Four counts of petty theft, two counts of car jackings and one count of domestic violence taking place in the home that belonged to him and his now ex-wife."

The brunette woman on the couch bit her lip to stop from laughing. "You still fax things?"

"Anyway," he chuckled, "that, along with the murder of the cat when he was younger, goes with the makings of a psychopath."

Emily arched a brow at the man she sat beside. "Really?" She smiled gently, playing with the ends of her growing hair. "And how do you figure that?"

Castle reluctantly looked to the agent that had been teasing him and sassing him from the moment she had arrived in New York. "Your partner Derek told me," he admitted, sharing a smile with the younger woman.

"Ok, if you two are done flirting, we really need to work on the case."

The father of one watched as his injured friend stuck her tongue out at the pregnant blond as she walked away. Hearing the doorbell, he stood from the couch. "Do you need anything?"

"No," Emily quickly denied, shaking it off with a wave of the hand. "Just go and get the door, I'm fine."

Castle sent a small smile to the brown eyed woman before turning and walking to the door, his arm barely able to pull the apartment's door halfway open before the muzzle of a gun was pressed against his forehead.