A/N: Another short chapter. Just saying.
Also, thanks Ariel119 for being super and beta'ing again.

If I Had You

"If I had you, the money, fame and fortune, never could compete"

They were the last two in the bullpen, sitting on the end of her desk as they so often did when they were building theory. Or, in this case, trying to. They had been silent for nearly twenty minutes, and he was wondering if maybe he should just say goodnight and leave, when she had spoken.

"I want to say it was the boyfriend, because experience talks, and business and pleasure never mix well, but no matter how many ways I twist it, I can't make it fit. What about you?"

Slightly taken aback, he'd eyed her for a second, realising she was talking about Sorenson and Demming and whatever it was that was between them, and shrugged. "Sometimes it doesn't click. But, then again, sometimes business and pleasure can be the perfect mix and everything turns out fine. Besides, he was ready to propose. Why would he kill the woman he was preparing to spend the rest of his life with?"

She had turned her head to face him, her eyebrow reaching that spot on her forehead that meant she wasn't sure whether to believe his words or not. "I've never gotten that close, Castle. Why would someone want to kill their prospective wife?"

He shrugged. "They wouldn't. Unless she was stepping out on him, and there's absolutely nothing in her file that points to that. He would have moved heaven and earth for her."

"How can you be so sure?"

He shrugged again. "Because when you love someone, really love someone, there's nothing you wouldn't do for them."

"Like you and Alexis? Or you and Martha?"

He nodded with a slight shrug. "Yeah, like that. Or like Espo and Ryan would do for you, or vice versa." He noticed the face she pulled and shook his head. "You can deny it all you want Kate, but I know you guys. I saw you during that case with Espo's old partner. If push came to shove, there's nothing you wouldn't do for those two. And they feel the same way about you."

She looked away, not ready to concede the fact that he was right. Tilting her head she sighed, then shrugged. "That might be the case, but it doesn't help me here." They grew silent for a few minutes, and she finally shook her head. "This is giving me a headache. I need coffee. You want some?"

He nodded and followed her into the break room, leaning against the counter next to the espresso machine, watching her long fingers as they expertly roamed around the machine. He knew she thought it creepy when he did stuff like that, but sometimes he just couldn't help himself. The way her hands moved held his attention, and he wondered what it would feel like to have them roaming his body.

He shook his head internally. That was not something he should be thinking about this late at night when they were alone like they were. He knew her professionalism would stop any kind of anything happening here, but he also knew the fantasies too well.

Damn overactive imagination.

She handed him a cup and turned so she mimicked his pose, and took a sip. She hated to admit it, but Castle's espresso machine was magic. How they had survived on "monkey-pee-and-battery-acid" for so long still amazed her. Maybe it had been a case of better the devil you know? She tilted her head back and groaned, rolling her head trying to work out some of the kinks in her neck. As much as she hated to admit it, she really could do with a day off at the spa. Maybe she could coerce Lanie into joining her…?

"Here." he murmured, placing his mug on the counter, and tilting his head to the side, indicating she should stand in front of him. It was a mark of just how comfortable they had become around each other – and just how much she had grown to trust him – that she stood there, without complaining, as his hands worked the knots out of her upper back and neck.

Biting her lip, she let out a soft moan, and dropped her chin toward her chest.

"You should have a day off once in a while, Beckett. Kick back and relax for a few hours, then your muscles wouldn't be so tense."

She chuckled lightly. "Crims don't have days off, Castle. Why should I?"

He smirked. "Because you'll burn out, and then I'll have to follow Ryan or Espo around, and they're not nearly as pretty as you." He stopped his movements and simply rested his hands on her shoulders.

Her eyes had slipped shut at some point, and she didn't want to open them now. That would break whatever spell had been cast upon them. They were on the verge of a grand shift in their relationship, and she was afraid if they didn't take this chance now, they would never get the chance again. Her lip found its way in between her teeth as she slowly turned. Her eyes opened and she found herself within inches of his face. She could see the usual spark of mischief there, but she could also see something else. Like a promise, only he hadn't promised her anything.

Not yet, anyway.

She reached around him and placed her mug next to his on the counter, and, instead of dropping her hand back to her side, she let it snake its way along his arm, so their fingers met on her shoulder. Her other hand followed on the opposite side, and she intertwined their fingers, dragging his hands with hers to their sides, and stepped even closer.

"Kate," he breathed, the puff of air making her bangs flutter across her forehead.

"Castle, for once in your life, will you just...shut...up?"

His eyes widened as her eyes dropped to his lips and he suddenly knew exactly what she wanted. "Kate," he breathed again.

This time she shook her head and twisted their fingers apart. Her hands moved up slowly until they were resting on his shoulders and she felt his on her hips. She knew he just wanted to be sure this was what she wanted before they crossed that line and things went haywire. But she was tired of playing it safe. They had come a long way over the last 18 months and she would be damned if she let this last opportunity slip through their fingers.

So, she closed the distance and pressed her lips to his. The slow, soft caress was not anything like either would expect their first kiss to be, but it was better than either could have imagined. She parted her lips in invitation, and his tongue readily slipped in, exploring the dark recess, before relinquishing control and allowing her to take the lead.

Her stepping back and out of his arms was the exact opposite of what he expected. Her offering him a small smile before turning on her heel and exiting the break room was even lower on his list of expectations. The fact that she gathered her belongings from her desk and left the precinct without even a goodbye stunned him beyond speech.

If I Had You – Adam Lambert

A/N: Thanks for be bloody unreal, guys. Much love!