So it's been a little while since I've posted for this story but I've had a little bit of writers block. So here's the next chapter, I hope you like it.

What if the radio had still been on and Castle had heard what Beckett and Sorenson had said.

"Roger that. Five by five."

"He's quite a guy. If only he knew how big a fan you really are," Sorenson said, glancing at Kate.

"Yeah, well, he's not going to know," Beckett replied.

"You never told him how you stood in line for an hour just to get your book signed? How his novels got you through your mother's death?"

"Is there anything you don't remember?"

"Not when it comes to you."

The day after the case Castle walked into the precinct and put a cup of coffee on Beckett's desk before he took a seat. "Morning Detective," he greeted.

"Morning Castle," Beckett replied as she picked up the coffee, "Although I have no idea what you're doing here, there's no case."

Castle shrugged.

Beckett looked him up and down. "You're here to be nosy aren't you," she accused.

Castle tried to give her an innocent look but failed.

"You are unbelievable," Beckett stated.

"I know," Castle replied, "Isn't it great."

Beckett rolled her eyes and returned to what she had been doing before Castle had arrived.

Castle managed to sit in silence, fiddling with his hands and then his phone before he cleared his throat. "Beckett," he began to say, "I have a question about yesterday?"

Beckett dropped her pen and turned to glare at him. "That's why you're here?" she hissed, "You wanted to ask about my date."

"As curious as I am about your mystery date," Castle replied, "I was actually wondering about something else."

Beckett narrowed her eyes. "I have a feeling I'm going to regret this but what is it?" she asked.

"Yesterday when we were making the drop," Castle began, "And you and Sorenson were in the car…"

"Yes Castle?" Beckett prompted, "Sorenson and I were in the car and?"

"My books really helped you through your mother's murder?" he asked in a hushed tone. He saw the shock on Beckett's face and quickly said, "I heard you and Sorenson talking. The radio was still on when you were talking about it."

Beckett blinked a few times before she stood and headed for the break room.

Castle watched her go, not knowing what to do about her response.

Part of him wondered if just leaving her to it would be a good idea, he knew she didn't like it when he pushed, but he wanted to know. He had known she was a fan since she'd questioned him the first time they'd met, but he hadn't known, or realised, how much of a fan.

Making his mind up Castle stood and followed Beckett into the break room. He paused in the doorway for a moment and watched Beckett. She was in the process of making a cup of coffee. Her movements were slow, robotic even, and that told Castle that what he had said was bothering her.

"Sorry," he said from the doorway before walking further into the room, letting the door swing shut behind him.

Beckett barely glanced at him before returning her attention to the coffee in front of her. Castle moved across the room so that he was stood beside her. He stayed silent as he began to make himself a cup of coffee, waiting for Beckett to speak first.

"She loved your books," Beckett stated eventually, "My mom. My dad and I used to laugh at her for it. She came home from dealing with criminals only to read about more."

Beckett took a sip of coffee. "She said that she liked them because the good guy always won," she continued slowly, "She even tried to get me to try and read them but I just wasn't interested."

"And then she died," Beckett said with a sigh, "My dad couldn't cope with clearing her side of the room so I did it. I found one of your books on her bedside table, A Rose for Everafter. It was one of her favourites; she read it over and over. When I picked it up all I could think about was how much she loved the book, how much she wanted me to read it, and how she'd never get a chance to read it again."

Beckett shook her head and Castle had to refrain from saying something in the silence. Instead he waited for Beckett to carry on speaking.

After a few mouthfuls of coffee she did just that.

"I couldn't help myself; I sat down on the bed and started to read. After the first couple of chapters I was hooked, I sat ad finished the book there and then. I packed up the rest of mom's stuff and then found all of your books that she had had and took them back to my apartment."

Beckett looked at Castle for the first time since the first glance after he'd entered the breakroom.

"I read all of them and then each time a new one came out I'd be the first in line to get a copy," Beckett continued, "Because my mom was right, in your books the good guy always wins, and I needed that. I needed to know that at some point my mom's killer would be caught and brought to justice, just like the bad guys in your books."

She stopped talking and Castle knew that that was it; she'd finished with her story.

"Thank you," Castle whispered, "For telling me that."

Beckett shrugged. "You would have pestered me until I told you," she stated nonchalantly, "I was just saving myself a whole lot of bother."

She turned to leave, to head back to her desk, but Castle grabbed her arm and turned her back to face him. "I'm serious Kate," Castle said, "Thank you. It means a lot to me that you're willing to share that with me."

He voice was full of sincerity and Beckett couldn't help but hear it.

"You're welcome Castle," she replied in a low voice. "Now," she said, her tone becoming more business like, "Let's get back to work shall we. Well I'll get back to work and you can do whatever it is you do here aside from annoy me."

"Hey," Castle exclaimed, although there was a smile on his face, much like the one on Beckett's.

The two of them headed out of the breakroom and back to Beckett's desk.