We have come to the end of the story! Sorry the last few chapters were posted sporadically, but college applications have been sucking up my time :( Anyway, I hope you guys love it! Enjoy & Review.

"I just don't get it," Kate fumed from the passenger seat of the Ferrari. "We've been married for almost 8 years, we have two beautiful children – three if you count Alexis, which I do – so why are we still such a big deal?"

Rick shrugged and put one hand on Kate's thigh, driving with the other. "Who knows? And who cares… just focus on how beautiful you look, that's what I'm doing."

Kate looked confused.

"I mean, with me… not beautiful, but handsome… oh, forget it," Rick said, fumbling over his words. "Just don't think about anyone but us."

"That will be hard with that reporter who's obsessed with you," Kate grumbled. She was referring to Brit Cole, a blonde bimbo who worked for an internet gossip site. "Who knew there was a real-life inspiration behind Tam Svjeda?"

"Paula," Rick said with a laugh, naming his publicist. "Her articles were almost never published because Paula threatened her within an inch of her life."

"Huh, finally something Paula does that I approve of," Kate said with a smile. Rick chuckled.

"Katherine Beckett, how I love you so."

She smiled. "Thanks, Castle. You're not so bad yourself."

He smiled and they pulled up to the library, where Rick gave his keys and a twenty to the valet. He held his arm out and Kate took it, using her other hand to hold the skirt of her black Calvin Klein gown. The press was in full swing, and Kate swore she saw Kristen Wiig and Matt Bomer being interviewed before a flashbulb blinded her. Rick kissed her cheek and cameras flashed, making Kate blush.

" , how is your next book coming?"

"Kate, you look lovely, who are you wearing?"

"Is there any truth to the divorce rumors?" This came from Brit Cole's obnoxiously loud voice.

Kate clenched her teeth, but before she could open her mouth, Rick squeezed her arm and led her away, to a reporter he liked from the New York Post, a guy with a scruffy beard and thick glasses. They gave a quick interview, mostly talking about Rick's longtime love with the library. Kate told the reporter who she was wearing, and that her job was "going well."

"Phew," Rick said once they were inside. "That was… brutal."

"Divorce rumors?," Kate whispered angrily. She looked ready to shot someone.

"Sweetie, calm down, it's okay, " he said, taking her in his arms. "Ignore it."

Kate sighed. "Okay."

"Come on, let's dance," Rick said with an air of grandeur, making a sweeping motion with his arm. Kate laughed and nodded, following her husband onto the dance floor.

An orchestra played a beautiful waltz and Rick spun Kate in circles, dancing like no one was watching. And to Kate's displeasure, people were. A few cameras snapped pictures, but Kate did her best to ignore them. Rick made it easier for her by nuzzling her neck, kissing it softly. She let out a quiet gasp.

"Rick.."

"Mhhmmm," he said, working his way up to her ear. "If Brit Cole comes near us, I will punch her in the face."

Kate laughed. "No, you won't."

"Maybe," he sighed. "But I will do something. Tonight is about us having some time to ourselves. I may have booked a room at the Four Seasons."

Kate's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yes," Rick said with a happy grin. "I'm nothing if not a romantic."

"Oh, Rick," Kate whispered, kissing his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You always manage to save the day."

"Does that mean I have now saved your life eleven times?"

"In your dreams."

"Actually, in my dreams, you're…." he stopped as an old friend came towards them, eliciting a quiet laugh from Kate.

"Robert," Rick said with a charming smile, shaking the former mayor's hand. "How are you?"

"I'm good, Rick," Robert Weldon said. He smiled at Kate. "How are you two doing?"

Kate smiled brightly and hooked her arm through Rick's. "We've never been better."

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"Mom!," Ade yelled from down the hallway. "Come on, you'll miss it!"

"I'm coming, baby, I'm coming!"

Kate ran down the hall, stiletto pumps in her hand. Rick stood up when he saw her, his face a mix of nervous and happy. Stephen jumped up off the couch. In his little suit, he looked like a mini Rick. And then there was Adrienne, in her pink dress and floral ballet flats.

Kate smoothed her red cocktail dress and stepped into her pumps. Rick took her hand and she kissed him on the cheek, then turned to the twins.

"You guys ready?"

They nodded and then ran out into the hall, racing each other to the elevator. Rick and Kate smiled at each other and followed their eight-year-old twins out into the hallway.

"You scared?," Kate whispered to Rick as the twins talked about what music to listen to in the car. He nodded.

"I still can't believe my baby girl is getting married. She's 27 years old, and she is getting married."

Kate smiled. "I know. It feels like only yesterday she was bringing Daniel home for the first time."

Rick nodded and she kissed him, looking deep into his eyes.

"Honey, you raised a wonderful daughter, and today will be perfect."

"Thanks, babe," he whispered. The elevator hit the lobby and Stephen grabbed his dad's hand, pulling him towards the parking garage.

"Daddy, can we take the Ferrari?"

"Sorry dude, but we're going to take mom's car. Much better for kids."

Stephen sighed. "Okay."

He grabbed his sister's hand and they ran towards the silver Toyota Highlander. Kate laughed.

"I can't believe they'll be nine in just a few months."

"Me neither," Rick said, rubbing him temples. "As if I didn't feel old enough already."

Kate smiled. "You'll always be the ruggedly handsome mystery writer to me."

"And you'll always be my muse, sexy and unsolvable and strong," he said, kissing her one more time before they got in the car. They checked that the kids were buckled in and drove out of the parking garage, on their way to a wedding.

The writer and the muse. After all this time, the mystery was solved. But the book was just beginning, and the story was one that no one ever could have imagined when Detective Kate Beckett marched into a book party to arrest Richard Castle, the playboy writer who signed women's chests and stole police horses while naked. Funny, isn't it?