Genre: Crime, Drama, Romance, Family, Humor

Rating: M for violence, language and sexual situations

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters featured on the show Castle, they belong to the creator of the show, ABC, and the others who do own them.

A/N #1: Am so happy, as always, to get some feedback for this last chapter, so I have to and want to say thank you to all of them. vetgirlmx (Lol, glad to see you liked the CIA and Russians angle, 'cause I know of course that Castle does. And really relieved you liked how I had Julia found out. To be honest, I have no idea how you would sit down a child her age and tell her about something like that, so her finding out accidentally was the easier way to go writing it. So glad you liked that, lol. And yeah, you're right, better that I had her comforted by Castle and Beckett instead of them telling her, I agree completely, but also happy that you liked that scene. I couldn't really have the risk of Julia regressing of course, so was glad to read that you liked I didn't have her going into the station. But sorry about the threat of nightmares, lol, but again, this story is drama and Julia's been through a lot, so had to have something there with this case being kind of connected to her now. And you'll of course see how things will go with Julia, how things develop. I was really glad that you liked that little moment with Julia thinking Beckett wouldn't have nightmares since Castle's there, and yep, trying to make Julia very sweet. And very pleased at your comment about Julia still loving Castle though she's not able to say it yet! Also glad you caught what I was trying to portray, that she definitely sees Castle as protecting her mother and her as well. And of course, very happy to see that you want to continue to read more of the story, to see what might happen next!), pcol22 (As usual, so happy to see that you thought this was a great chapter, I always am! Not too surprised though that you thought it was sad how Julia found out about her teacher. And another thing that I'm happy to see as well is I'm happy to see that you want to keep reading, love seeing that in all my reviews, including yours!), sammysgirl78 (I couldn't really have there be big problems with Julia talking to Castle and Beckett about her dance teacher, like I said before, didn't want to have her going through too much with all she's been through already. And yeah, you're right; she did want them both with her, lol. And I am sorry I couldn't have Castle talk to Julia about it so she could find out that way, but also how I said above, wasn't quite sure how to write that. Thought you might like Castle getting back early to take care of her and get dinner set, so wasn't surprised to see that in your review, but was glad reading it in your review. I wasn't really trying to make Julia clingy with Castle, but that's alright that it ended up that way, lol, showing her accepting him even more of course. And you'll see how things go with Julia and any possible nightmares. Lol, I had realized I hadn't really gotten much in the way that could be called Castle flavored, so decided here was good enough, so happy to see you caught that of course. So glad to see you want to read more!) and TORONTOSUN (I was glad to see you pointing out that Castle and Beckett treat Julia with respect. Definitely wanted to convey that, especially with who the victim is in this case and her connection to Julia. Really happy you liked that last paragraph, and also of course that it makes you want to read more!). So thanks to all my reviewers and I of course appreciate the feedback you sent to me and the time taken to do that!

A/N #2: The title of this chapter is a lyric from the song Be My Somebody by Norah Jones, from her album Not Too Late.

Be My Somebody Tonight

"It makes perfect sense," Castle said as he handed Beckett her refilled cup. "There are some diplomat's daughters in Julia's ballet class, and the vic would obviously have to talk to the parents about their progress through the class. Maybe they were going to get her to try and get close, get invited to their homes."

"I highly doubt it Castle," Beckett said as she set down her coffee with a sigh. "Remember what the CIA said in their message, that Kolchak was a possible spy. Key word is possible. If they're not aware of it-"

"Then he's really good," Castle countered. "They wanted her to be Mata Hari, who was-"

"I know who Mata Hari is, but she wasn't even really a spy, she just took the money given to her to spy on the Germans," Beckett said.

"Oh, that's true… but that would give a motive actually. They wanted her to spy for them, but she said no three times, so they killed her so she couldn't tell anyone what they were asking her," Castle suggested.

"Okay, then tell me this Castle, why would they meet with her inside the classroom, all three days? They knew it had a security camera; they took her outside, but why not wait around until she left and talked to her outside the school? Outside her apartment?" Beckett asked.

"I told you, to make her more comfortable so she would agree to their proposition," Castle said.

Opening her mouth to speak, Beckett heard her phone ringing, quickly picking it up. She saw the number was an unfamiliar one to her, so she answered cautiously.

"Detective," a man with a heavy Russian accent stated. "I am Nicholas Potemkin, I understand from my secretary in New York you wish to speak with me."

"Ambassador," Beckett said, getting Castle's attention with that as she put her phone to speaker. "Yes, we wanted to talk to you about your bodyguard-"

"Gleb is here with me right now," Potemkin said simply. "He has been here in Washington DC since yesterday afternoon."

"We have nothing to indicate he traveled-" Beckett started to say before she was cut off again.

"I am afraid I need to explain this from the beginning," Potemkin said. "I have a younger sister, who recently traveled to Marseilles for vacation. When she returned home, she found out three months later that she was pregnant. I come to find out she dated a young man, who is the father. He had refused to marry her, and I could not allow that to happen to my sister of course. When I tried to find him myself, I discovered he'd come here to the United States, but he disappeared and I was unable to find his exact whereabouts. So I spoke to his cousin."

"Claude Démodé?" Castle said.

"The teacher, she is his cousin on her mother's side, I went to her three times, begging her to speak with Oliver, to beg him to do the right thing for my sister," Potemkin said.

"And she refused?" Beckett asked.

"Nyet, she does not know him, so I contacted a friend at the FBI, and as a favor to me she located Oliver before I sent Gleb to keep an eye on him to keep him from slipping from me before I could see him," Potemkin said. "And that is why I have come here to Washington, to speak with the man now I have nothing pressing with my job. We were nowhere near Ms. Démodé last night, as I was at a dinner, and Gleb was here."

"Is there any way we can confirm that Mr. Kolchak was in DC?" Beckett asked.

"Of course, he flew, United Airlines under the name Paul Faust," Potemkin said easily. "And he stayed at the Regency Hotel and Suites."

"Where was he between twelve and two last night?" Castle said.

"In his hotel room, you should be able to confirm that," Potemkin said. "Is there anything else you wish to know Detective?"

"I think that's enough," Beckett said. "Thank you for your cooperation Mr. Ambassador." After the man had said his goodbye and hung up she looked at Castle.

"It was a good theory at the time," he said defensively.

Rolling her eyes Beckett sighed and said, "I'll look at this tomorrow, but I'm about ready to set these two aside."

"Yeah, but I wonder why the CIA wasn't watching Kolchak go to the airport," Castle said.

"He knew they were following him. I bet he lost whoever was watching him so he could get to this Oliver without alerting him," Beckett said.

"So we turn to Costa, who's nowhere to be found," Castle said.

"There's something I'm not getting, if the vic and Costa separated a long time ago, would she let him into her apartment?" Beckett said. "Remember, there was no sign of forced entry anywhere."

"That's what's bothering me too," Castle said. "But I had an idea. Do you have any clue what she was doing before she taught ballet?"

Shaking her head, Beckett went onto her tablet, searching the vic's name and she showed Castle what came up as they were sitting in the armchairs in his office together. "She was with the same troupe her daughter's with until she retired," she said as they read the school's information on the vic.

"Okay, I'm wondering if maybe she ended up getting a role that someone else wanted, and that lead to jealousy that didn't stop even though she left the troupe about five years ago," Castle said.

"Interesting, it would make sense why she was posed after she was murdered," Beckett said. "What about the position to teach for the school? Mt. Surrey's actually a pretty well known school in the dance community."

"Good teachers," Castle said, nodding. "It's worth a shot."

"It is," Beckett said thoughtfully. She sat up suddenly, hearing the sound of a screamed, "Mommy!"

At the same time as his fiancée, Castle hurriedly got out of his chair, running for the stairs to Alexis' room. He wasn't too surprised to see the little girl sitting up in bed, crying heavily.

"Sweetie," Beckett said taking her into her arms. Her heart almost broke when she heard the sound of Julia's sobs, and she gently stroked her hair, rocking her back and forth before looking at Castle.

Going to the bed, he sat down next to her, wrapping his arms around them both; something they did when Julia had a nightmare after her psychiatrist had suggested it after the plane crash in January. "It's okay Julia, we're here," he whispered, kissing the back of her head as her crying slowed down slightly.

When she was sure the little girl had stopped crying a little bit later, Beckett pulled back as Castle let go of them and asked, "Want to tell me what you saw sweetie?"

"I dunno," Julia said, shuddering slightly as she looked back at Castle. "It was dark, I don't remember what else."

Getting up to grab a tissue, Castle sat back down and wiped her cheeks saying, "Were you at school?'

"Yes, I was, oh, I was at ballet, and it… there was a scary man," Julia said, tensing up then.

"The men you saw didn't hurt your teacher," Beckett said quickly. "They only talked to her."

"They did?" Julia asked, almost tearfully.

"They did, so you don't need to worry about them okay," Beckett assured her.

"No one's going to come though," Castle said, reaching out for her. When she climbed over to him he cuddled her close and pressed his cheek to the top of her head. "Your mom's here you know."

"You too," Julia said, looking up him.

"So am I," Castle agreed. He heard her sigh and then asked, "Want to try and sleep again sweetheart?"

"Yeah," Julia said, sounding a little weary. She shared a kiss with Castle before he slid her under the covers. "Are you gonna stay Mommy?" she asked.

"I'm not going anywhere until we need to take you to school," Beckett said, smoothing some hairs on the side of her head. She leaned down and kissed her daughter, pulling away when Julia spoke in an almost whimpering tone of voice that made her pause.

"Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?" she asked, looking at first her mother and then Castle.

"Of course," Beckett said before she glanced at her fiancé. When he nodded she took off her boots and slid under the covers with her daughter as Castle did the same on the other side of Julia. "Go to sleep sweetie," she murmured soothingly as they lay on either side of her. She held the little girl in her arms as he lay on his side, stroking the top of Julia's head.

Though it was dark, Julia's eyes soon adjusted and she glanced at her mother before looking at Castle. She closed her eyes for a moment, her cheeks a little red with her request. As her mother had been comforting her, she had remembered something Celia had told her when they talked about having nightmares. Her friend had told her about how her parents would stay with her until she fell asleep again, and she would not have another nightmare for the rest of the night. She had told Celia she did that with her mother, but had suddenly felt jealous of her friend for the first time. She glanced at Castle then, and squirmed a little before he and Beckett murmured soothingly to her, thinking she was unsettled about falling asleep again.

Tears welled up in the little girl's eyes then, as she realized she had what her friend had told her. She was safe, because not only was her mother there with her, but Castle as well and she knew they would both protect her. Julia smiled slightly, and tried to remember that feeling of safety so she wouldn't have another nightmare as she felt her body relax from fatigue and yawned slightly, knowing she was going to fall asleep soon.

With them both watching her, Julia stretched her legs and then closed her eyes slowly, breathing out a sigh before she soon nodded off. Castle and Beckett stayed a little longer; to make sure she was asleep before they got out of the bed.

"Are you okay?" Castle asked when they were back in his office after putting their shoes on.

"Yeah, just, tired," Beckett said absently, going to the desk and looking at her pad of paper she'd been making notes on. She was surprised when all of a sudden he was hugging her, and she tensed, wondering why he'd done that, when she relaxed, embracing him back. "Do I seem too clingy right now?" she asked as she pressed her cheek to his shoulder.

"Slightly, but I think I know the reason why," Castle said, pulling back enough so he could look at her.

"Almost a year," Beckett said.

"I don't know Kate, if she hasn't regressed anything before Queens since then I don't think she will now," Castle said.

"We can't really know that," Beckett said.

"Well, it's understandable you're being clingy as you put it with a year since Queens coming up. I am too… just with you," Castle said.

"You had a nightmare again last night," Beckett commented in response to that.

"Yeah… I can't remember which one though," Castle said. "Did I wake you up?"

"I got you to calm down," Beckett replied. "So if you don't remember then that's why."

"Wait, I do now," Castle said, frowning slightly.

"I don't think you really need to worry about me still," Beckett told him as she knew it was his nightmare stemming from what had happened to her a year before. "I won't be letting myself get into that kind of situation again."

"I hope not," Castle said. He was tempted to kiss her, but he could see his desk out of the corner of his eye and he knew they needed to finish. "Should we get back to the case?"

Beckett didn't reply, only let go of him before she sat down in her chair again before she scratched out the names of the ambassador and bodyguard that were on her paper. "So we're left; at the moment with Costa. With the succinylcholine, I think he might be able to obtain some still."

"He's a former doctor… although he then became a lawyer, but do you think he could get a former co-worker to hand some over?" Castle asked, knowing what she'd thought of.

"He couldn't pay anyone for it," Beckett said. "But it depends on what we can get from his former hospital and then look into others. And there's her position with the troupe," she commented, writing down what they needed to do the next day when they were back at the station. "But one thing that bothers me about Costa-" she began.

"The babies," Castle reminded her.

"I know, but remember I told you what Martine had told me, they hadn't announced the pregnancy yet," Beckett said. "And as far as he knew, no one but they knew about it; we might have to set aside that theory of another possible father of the babies killing our vic. So what other motive would he have besides her kicking him out of her life and their daughters'?"

"What if he went to her for money and she wouldn't help him," Castle asked.

"It's a possibility, but what we need right now is Costa himself," Beckett said, putting her elbows on the desk and putting her face in her hands. "Without him we're stuck," she said though her voice was muffled.

Watching her, Castle got up and left the office, not surprised when she didn't even react to that. Returning, he set something down on the desk next to her pad of paper, and then waited for her to finish writing a word. Grabbing her wrist carefully he knelt next to her and said, "We'll solve this case."

"You were there when she asked if we would find who did this," Beckett said simply, letting him take the pen out of her hand and set it down.

"I know, and I want to find who this is so our little girl will be okay too," Castle assured her. "But we won't be much help if we're burned out from putting too much into the case. And she should be okay now."

"I hope so," Beckett said, watching as he stood and made her follow him.

"Drink this, and I'll clean up okay?" Castle asked.

Taking a quick swallow of half of the scotch he'd poured for her, Beckett handed him the rest of it in the glass, and continued getting everything on the desk straightened and put away in her bag. He joined her after finishing off the drink, and they soon had everything set before she followed him out of the office. "You know you can't really hide when you want it," she teased him as she went to his room once her bag was in the closet.

"No, but at least this doesn't annoy you so badly you say no," Castle said, closing and locking the door behind him. He went to her as she stood at the dresser, stopping her from reaching for her sweater. With her looking at him, a slight, barely visible smirk on her face, he took her hand and led her to the bed where he made her sit on the edge.

Watching as he removed her boots, Beckett reached down and put her hand on his shoulder saying, "Don't make this all about me."

Castle didn't reply to that, standing up as she did the same, and he allowed himself to wrap his arms around her, kissing her as soon as she had her arms about his neck. He held her tightly to him then as he slipped his tongue into her mouth for a moment before slowly pulling away. Breathing a little hard he looked into her eyes before he let go of her, grabbing for her sweater and pulling it up off her.

Beckett could understand why he became a little frantic then, her own hands reaching for his clothes and divesting him of them as they kissed whenever they could. They were very quick and rough, but she didn't really care, as once they were both naked he was pushing her back onto the bed. When he leaned down and proceeded to kiss at her neck, she arched it quickly to give him more access. She was a little confused as to why he wasn't really trying to start, but then realized he wanted to work her up to it. She wanted to tell him it was unnecessary, but she was enjoying his ministrations too much as he slid his lips down to her chest.

Pausing before he could get down any further than the hollow of her throat, Castle looked up at Beckett, and moved back up to her lips. He felt her hold on him; almost desperate with the way her fingers dug into his shoulders. He knew she was ready, but wanted a little more before finishing what he'd started. When they pulled apart to breathe he whispered into her ear, lightly nipping at her lobe; making her jump slightly against him in response. He was gratified when she moved to sit up on her knees with him since it was partially what he'd requested of her.

Beckett watched as Castle's hand ran down the sides of her body, making her bite her lower lip as her skin trembled in response to his touch. He then leaned down to kiss her, but before they could get close enough to do so, she cupped his cheeks and stopped him. "You're not just doing this to tease me," she stated, holding him back from breaking from her hold.

"No, believe me, I wait or delay, I'm torturing myself," Castle said, letting out a sort of nervous laugh as they were both doing that to him at that moment.

"Okay," Beckett said simply, studying his face and able to tell that he was telling the truth. She wasn't too surprised when he bent his head to her neck to kiss it again. What had her moaning slightly in joy was the way he brushed her hair out of the way over her shoulder. His fingers were just barely skimming her skin, and she was tilting her head back, not even seeing what she was looking at as those same digits skimmed her right breast, sending an explosion through her body in response.

Moving back so he could look at her, Castle slid his fingers of his free hand through her hair, making her tilt her head towards him. "I wasn't planning on moving," he warned her, since they were still on their knees in the middle of the bed.

Smiling at that, Beckett took his hand from her hair and kissed the palm before pressing her lips to the tip of each finger. That done, she brought it to her breast, not surprised he immediately brought his other hand up to her other mound. "I can move you around if I need to," she reminded him then, her voice faltering slightly as he started to just barely caress her. "But I don't think it's needed."

"No," was all that Castle could say as he bent his head. He kissed a trail from her collarbone to her breasts, and nuzzled first one and then the other, cupping them carefully. He could feel her trembling slightly in response, and he glanced up at her while he was closing his mouth around her right nipple, not surprised to see the look of ecstasy that was across her face. He shuddered in pleasure at the thought that again, it was him that was doing it to her. He then focused back on her, suckling at her as she wrapped her arms around him tightly. It was then that he realized what had started out as a way to distract her for the time being from their case had become his need to have her. And not just have her, but show her that he did; and badly.

Stroking Castle's hair as he made her gasp out his name and whisper out instructions to him she couldn't remember saying a second after the words were out of her mouth, Beckett finally couldn't take it anymore, and she took his head into her hands. She pulled him away from her long enough so she could look into his eyes, and she drew him down to her right breast. Her teeth caught her lower lip the second he brushed his lips against them, and she remembered she'd told him not to tease her before; when he was doing that right then. But if he'd asked if she wanted to stop, she would have been unable to say a word as he wrapped his arms around her tightly to keep her close as he went a little crazy over her chest.

Groaning against her skin, Castle finally had to force himself away from her, but instead of pulling away completely, he was kissing her directly on the lips, taking her hand in his. He knew she was confused as he pulled their hands down, but didn't stop until they were between her legs. The first brush of their fingertips and he was breaking off their kiss with a gasp of air. As damp as his skin became, he realized that he was teasing her, and decided then he'd shown her his appreciation for her and her body for long enough. Grabbing onto her hips, he moved her around until she was above him, and together they moved to couple swiftly; neither of them ready to wait longer than they needed to.

Hearing a kind of sigh in the room, Beckett wasn't sure who'd done that, but guessed that it was her from the way Castle was looking up at her. She quickly began to move, feeling easily that he was in the same predicament she'd been. "You were right," she breathed as she cupped his cheeks again. "You tortured yourself at the same time."

"I know, but… it was… was worth it," Castle groaned as he felt her moving with him, very slowly at that moment. His hands on her back were caressing her skin, unable to help leaning down to press his lips along her shoulder, brushing along the silky flesh. He looked back up at her; not surprised when she pulled him up to her for a kiss. That was more passionate, their tongues fighting for a moment inside his mouth before he pulled away. He felt her following him, but stopped her with a quick kiss to her lower lip. He was going to tease her, push her slightly, but he was distracted and immediately took her lip with his teeth, nibbling gently on it.

Beckett was soon able to turn that into a kiss, her lower lip aching from him, and as they kissed, slid her nails carefully over his scalp. She felt his grip on her momentarily tighten, and it made her jump against him, making him thrust a little harder against her than he'd been doing before. By then she was leaning back, looking at him, and she moved her hands from his hair to his face, stroking his cheeks lovingly as they stared at each other.

"Let me… watch you," Castle finally said. He saw the slightly surprised expression on Beckett's face, and stopped moving. He grabbed her hips in case she tried to stop herself and he looked down in between their bodies as she wrapped her arms around his neck. They were in shadow between them, but he could see her still moving, her hips thrusting out before pulling back against him. Groaning in pleasure at the sight of her, he began to move again, harder that time as he didn't want her to not feel what he was as their lovemaking continued while they kissed yet again.

Quickly working to match his pace, Beckett held on tightly to Castle, letting his tongue search her mouth for a moment before she brushed her own against his. She felt his hands clenching on her tightly, and she pulled away then to both breathe and look into his eyes. She stroked his cheeks for a moment before they pressed their foreheads together. Their breath mixed in between them, and she could almost understand what she had heard from so many girlfriends before. There was a moment when you were lucky enough to find a man that was your other half; that when you were together, you were one. In that moment, she could believe it, their breath disappearing into each other's mouths though they couldn't feel it. Their bodies coupled together tightly, moving as one. She kissed him briefly on the lips before brushing hers across his, wishing she could tell him how she felt. But when he kissed her as hard as he could, she guessed he sensed in the way he always seemed to know what she wanted, what she needed, what she was thinking; exactly as he was doing at that moment.

Kissing Beckett's neck, Castle reached in between them, gently running his fingers over her clit. He breathed in deeply as her thighs suddenly tightened around him, and it affected him inside of her. "Do that again," he said, not sure where the heavier timbre of his voice came from. But if he had to guess, he knew the answer was likely the woman in his arms, moving haphazardly to try and pleasure him. And he had to return the favor, not really feeling like he could take what she gave him so willingly without giving her back something equal in return. "Tell me," he said then, getting her attention though she was trying to keep thrusting and at the same time squeeze her thighs for him.

"Tell you what?" Beckett asked, startled by the request and a little confused as she was trying to concentrate on other things at that moment.

"Anything, what you want me to do to you," Castle said simply. He watched as she bit her lower lip before she shook her head. "What?" he asked, wondering what that meant exactly.

"Anything, do what you want," Beckett whispered, her lips against his. She could feel him shuddering again, and in the next instant he was grabbing her hips, moving her harder down on him, more forcefully than she'd been moving down. She nearly screamed the first time, but it managed to come out as nothing but a heavy expelling of air. The second time was a moan, and the third time they were moving so hard together there was a mix of noises inside the room.

A mixture of the bed under them being moved by them, their hips slapping against each other, and their groans of pleasure together. A mix that would have been obscene if they had heard much more of it other than a background of their pleasure, the roaring in their ears in response to what they were feeling nearly deafening.

Beckett was unable to hold out for any longer, and her body tensed up so hard she completely stopped moving. She gasped out and moaned Castle's name before her own name on his lips joined hers in a short amount of time. Out of instinct, her body had gotten her back to thrusting, and she moved until suddenly stopping completely; not sure when that was. What she did know, was that she was being laid on her back on the bed, her body still throbbing in the ecstasy that he'd given her so readily, and she felt a shiver go through her at that thought as she could feel his body curling around hers almost protectively.

"Okay?" Castle finally asked as they were silent for a while.

"Yeah, why are you laying like that?" Beckett asked, turning towards him.

"Do you want me to stop?" Castle asked instead of answering.

"No, it's up to you, but I'm just trying to figure out what's going on you feel the need to hold me like this," Beckett replied.

Shrugging, Castle lay on his back and wasn't surprised when she quickly moved to follow him. He looked at her and then sighed saying, "I'm just trying not to remember that nightmare. And also what we talked about earlier."

"How we're coming up to a year since Queens?" Beckett asked. "I'm okay myself, I just worry about Julia." She then suddenly smiled, making Castle look at her in a little surprise. "You are an incredibly sappy man you know that," she told him.

"Why?" Castle asked. "What I did just now?"

"What? No," Beckett said, shaking her head. "What you told me to get me to stop working. About Julia."

"Well, it didn't make you say no to me after," Castle said.

Groaning at that, Beckett lay on her back and said, "I should have kicked you when my boots were still on."

"You're still so violent to me, I get the feeling Alcatraz-" Castle started to say.

Covering his mouth her hand, Beckett said, "Do not say I was possessed, I'll kick you out to the couch." When he started to speak behind her palm she said, "I don't care that this is your place, I will do it."

"I don't doubt it," Castle said, pulling her hand away. "Okay, so I'll stop saying that, if you say one thing."

"Depends on what that one thing is," Beckett said.

"That you thought what I said was very sweet and you were touched… and that you want me," Castle said.

Rolling her eyes, Beckett quickly said the first two before she cupped his cheeks saying, "You are also hungry for attention aren't you?"

"Pretty much, you should be used to that by now," Castle said.

"Slightly," Beckett said, her hand starting to caress his cheek. She wasn't surprised when he closed the gap between them, and their lips met tenderly. She was taken aback to realize there was something about his kiss, and she hurriedly pulled away saying, "No."

"No what?" Castle asked, surprised at that.

"You need to forget it Castle," Beckett said firmly.

"It's very hard to, when you see what I see…" Castle trailed off, shuddering for a moment as he remembered what his nightmare had contained the night before. Every time there was something different, something that added on to the horror of what he was being forced to see by his own mind. That night, she had been screaming, and just before the dream had faded away he'd heard her yell his name in a horrible voice that made him suddenly pull her to him as tightly as could. "Is there a better way to get rid of these than to not think about it? Because forgetting about it is not working," he said, pressing his cheek to hers.

"I don't think so," Beckett said, a little startled by how he was holding her. She could only guess what he had remembered, and she turned her head so she could look into his eyes. She opened her mouth to speak when she stopped herself, seeing what he had dreamed the night before. She reached up and cupped his cheek before kissing him, very gently to see how he would respond. He was still clutching at her almost, but he relaxed into the kiss slowly and she coaxed his tongue into her mouth. She had her way to help him as he suddenly shifted against her, and she groaned slightly when she felt his hips rubbing against hers.

Feeling a little strange doing that, Castle pulled away, thinking she would want to sleep. But he was a little surprised when Beckett pressed her hands on his back, and held him in place. Staring at her, he picked up on her desire, her eyes nearly black by then. He was grateful, he was feeling the same way and wasn't sure he could have just rolled onto his back to nod off. He jumped a little when she reached in between them, her fingers curling around his erection. "You…" he started to say though it came out as more of a groan.

"Don't," Beckett whispered. They both moved a little, and he was sliding into her body, making her tremble for a moment in pleasure before the skin of their hips pressed flush together. She breathed a little deeply as she wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning as he began to thrust against her. What had her moaning though was how he did it, very slow, very carefully. And exactly as she had wanted to start out with though she hadn't said a word to him about it. She drew him to her for another kiss then, sliding her fingers through his hair as it became passionate quickly.

When they had no choice but to part so they could breathe, Castle went down to her neck and began kissing around her pulse, feeling it racing under his lips. He pressed his face there for a moment, before drifting down to her shoulder, trailing his tongue over to her collarbone as she began to shake underneath him. Biting at the very end of her shoulder, he pulled away enough to breathe against her damp skin. It was no surprise when she shuddered again, and he reached up with one hand to stroke her other shoulder before making his way down to her breast.

Reaching down as he cupped it, Beckett squeezed his hand and looked up at him as he stared into her eyes then. "You… just…" she tried to say, but he suddenly began to move a little faster against her, and she had no choice but to follow him, letting go of him to hold onto his shoulders tightly.

"I know why you did this," Castle commented, barely keeping his voice from shaking as he moved at a different angle suddenly. "You want me to forget."

"I want you to remember what you have," Beckett said, trying not to moan but unable to as he was moving even harder suddenly. She had to scramble to catch up, but finally they were even, and she stroked his hair with one hand as she told him, "What we have is what is real Castle, not… not your nightmare…" she ended up trailing off before she could finish, pulling him down to her for another kiss as a rush of pleasure went through her body intensely, almost leaving her breathless.

Kissing her deeply as a way to tell her he agreed, Castle took her right leg with his hand, pulling it up further against his side as he wanted to find a way to show his gratitude to her trying to help him forget besides just saying it. There was also the fact that he was a little too occupied to say it that made him act. He broke off the kiss with a groan as he sank further into her, and he had to get a hold of himself before he went back to her lips. That time though he kept them brushing together as he whispered, "I love you Kate."

"I love you Castle…" Beckett managed to respond. She took his kiss then, parting her lips for him as his tongue ran across her lower one. She suddenly felt them moving, not surprised when he pushed her so they were sitting up together. She needed to take over then, and did so easily after having done so many times before. Their kiss ended a little after that, and she stroked his hair as they pressed their foreheads together, breath meeting in between them again. She wasn't sure how long they were in that position, but it felt like very little time before he was moving them around and she was on her back again. That time she slid her leg high up around his side as the other held him around the legs, hoping she could keep him in place as they thrust together again.

Brushing his lips against Beckett's, Castle didn't try to change anything except for his pace. But after a little time had passed, he couldn't ignore the sudden urge he had, and he hurriedly pulled away from her. When she looked at him in slight shock he kissed her hard, but quickly, saying, "I just need to…"

Beckett was a little confused as to what he wanted to do, but he began to go down her body, kissing her by ghosting his lips against her skin. It soon broke out into goose bumps as she watched him, her breathing coming harder as he reached the apex of her legs. When he gently brushed his lips against her entrance, she tried not to instinctively snap her legs together. But it was hard to do as he was moving to her thighs, brushing kisses there as well.

Hearing her moan and gasp with each kiss he gave her, Castle moved down to her feet finally, having made his way over her legs. He kissed the tops of her feet and then toes before going back up to her. "You want me to remember this is what's real don't you?" he asked as she looked up at him.

"I don't care anymore," Beckett said simply, wrapping her arms around him tightly and pulling him down to her. She almost sighed in relief as he entered her again, and they began to immediately start to move towards each other. She took his kiss then, feeling how fervent it was and knowing that he had done a little self torture kissing her body. She kept her legs wrapped around his waist, but let her thighs spread as wide as they would go, drawing him deeper inside of her the next time he thrust in.

Castle gave up on trying to be a little gentle with her, knowing she didn't want it anymore with that movement of her legs. He started to thrust harder, groaning as she let out a short moan, and he moved down to her breasts, kissing what he could reach of them before he went to her lips. They kissed hungrily, as he slid his hand underneath the small of her back. He made her tilt her hips up towards him, and the next time he sank inside of her she was almost screaming, her back arching as she lost it. With everything they'd done to each other, he was immediately following, and nearly lost consciousness with how intense that climax was.

As they both began to slow down a little while later, Beckett heard herself begging him for more, and wasn't really too ashamed of it, since she wanted to take what she could get. He didn't stop thrusting, moving as hard as he'd been before, but that time a little more deliberate, the smack of their hips together more pronounced. She had no idea at that point how long it took her to orgasm again, but when she did, she was about to pass out when she felt Castle beginning to do the same, and she held his wildly rocking body against hers. Pressing her cheek against the side of his head, she felt the warmth of his skin and the friction from it rubbing against hers. Finally, she stopped and relaxed on the bed, almost trembling in the aftermath as she was still throbbing heavily around him.

"You… I think we're pretty good together," Castle said when he felt he could speak and make some kind of sense.

"I think so too, but it's weird we just spent both times reassuring each other," Beckett said. She grabbed the covers from the end of the bed as he lay down next to her stroking the small of her back, and once they were covered she got on top of his chest. "I can almost forget about the case."

"Then I pretty much achieved my goal," Castle said, one arm around her while the other had his hand under his head.

"And I think I achieved mine, I'm pretty sure you'll remember what's real and what's only in your dreams," Beckett said.

"Oh, don't worry, you did," Castle said. He reached up to stroke her hair and then said, "I'm sorry about stopping again like I did, I should have explained before what I was going to do but…"

"I know, you were a little preoccupied," Beckett said with a wide smile. She leaned down and kissed him then saying, "I was going to suggest we get dressed-"

"We don't really need to," Castle interrupted her.

"Let me finish," Beckett said, slapping his chest. "I was going to suggest that, but, I think Julia will be fine," she finished.

"Me too," Castle said. "Maybe we should get some sleep." Once Beckett was settled next to him he wrapped his arms around her tightly as she pressed close to his chest saying, "I was a little surprised she wanted me there."

"It's gradual Castle, but I was really happy to see she wanted you there too," Beckett said simply. "She'll get there though, one day."

"One day," Castle said with a nod. "Do you think…" he started to say after they were quiet, before he stopped himself suddenly. He glanced down at his fiancée, and could just barely see in the dark that she had fallen asleep. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, hesitating for a moment. But before he could stop himself, he was moving to her lips, and he kissed her deeply.

Opening her eyes, they fluttered for a moment before closing tightly as Beckett realized it was Castle. When he pulled away she whispered, "Open the light."

Getting up only so he could turn the light on his nightstand on, Castle went back to Beckett and they moved to the middle of the bed. He entered her unhurriedly, carefully as she moaned his name, and he began to make love to her slowly, carefully and deliberately to both their pleasure. They took their time, and when they had finally reached their peaks at nearly the same time, they were left breathless, kissing passionately as they allowed themselves a little more time to enjoy each other while they had the chance.