Hey guys! Thanks for all the great feedback! How about that premiere! I loved it! I have been sick for a week, and wasn't able to update- sorry! But here's something short. I will try and add some stuff from the premiere, and also add my own twist. I assure you there will be more Caskett love coming your way soon! ~Ash

"Are you really going to be doing that all day?" Castle asked, as Beckett finished her fourth sheet of paperwork. She looked up at him, and leaned back in her chair, tapping her pen on her fingers.

"Don't you have another book you could be working on?"Beckett smirked. Castle smiled.

"Finished Heat Rises already, have we?" Castle smirked. Beckett blushed, and gave him a cute glare. She sat forward again and opened another file. Castle sighed.

"Yo, we got a fresh one. Wanna come with?" Esposito yelled over to them. Beckett contemplated for a minute, as Castle watched her hoping she would say yes. Then she shook her head.

"I think I'm going to just finish this." Beckett replied, pointing at her paperwork. Esposito nodded, and he followed Ryan towards the elevators. Castle sank back into his brown chair. He felt like he had been grounded. Beckett looked over at him.

"You know, you can go with them if you want. I'm fine here."

"No, its okay…it's not like there won't be another murder." Castle continued, "Besides you're a lot better to look at than Esposito and Ryan."

"Hm." Beckett smiled.

"So…what are you doing after this?" Castle asked.

"Well, if my right hand can still function after this," she tapped her paperwork, "I thought I would go downstairs, shoot some rounds."

Castle had a surprised look on his face.

"What?" she asked, dropping her pen.

"Nothing, I just…thinking about you and a gun brings back…" Castle trailed off. Beckett knew what he meant. The last gunshot he had ever heard was the one that sent a bullet right through her chest. Beckett touched his knee. He tried to smile.

"I'm alright Castle." Beckett tried to convince him. He looked at her.

"Are you?" Castle asked. He still wasn't convinced that she was okay. He knew her, and he knew one of her strengths was putting up a face when really she wasn't okay, something she had been able to do from being a cop. Beckett didn't speak. She just looked at him, she knew that he could tell she wasn't. Castle's phone went off, interrupting her before she could answer.

"Ah, I better take this. Publisher…" Castle gave her an apologetic look, and she smiled- glad they were interrupted. She didn't want him to feel bad for her. She didn't want him to blame himself like he had did three months ago. Castle walked down the hall, out of earshot.

When Castle was finished with his call, he walked back to Beckett's desk. Beckett wasn't in her chair. He looked up across the room to see her in the window of the break room, pouring some coffee into her mug. He looked at her with concern. He wondered when they would talk about it. Not just the way they left their relationship, but her case. He didn't think now was a good time, he would wait. He went to head towards the break room, walking behind her desk, but his foot caught onto something. He looked down as he tripped. Beckett's work bag fell over, and files scattered onto the wooden precinct floor.

"Ah!" Castle said, quietly to himself. He began picking the papers that had spilled out, when he stopped. He starred at what was in front of him. There on the floor, and in his hands- the case files from Beckett's case and her mother's. It hit him hard. It him so hard that he didn't even realize the sound of Beckett's heels coming to a halt in front of him.

"Castle, what are you doing?" Beckett asked. Castle looked up at her like a kid who got caught in the cookie jar.

"Um, I tripped and these fell out."

"Here." Beckett handed him a coffee, and she finished picking the papers up.

"When did you start?" Castle asked, watching her. She stacked them neatly on her desk and stuck them back into the brown folder, into her bag. She sat back in her chair, and Castle did the same. He wondered how long she had been obsessing over this during the summer.

"I never stopped."