This is where this was going. I really – really - hope it lives up to expectations.

The darts game is not coming well for Castle and Donovan. Ryan and Esposito are kicking their asses, much to the girls delight.

"Jenny and Lanie, I understand. But, Beckett, I'm your partner. I could use a little support here," Castle accuses after another poor throw.

"Sorry Castle. You're such a sore loser, it's funnier to watch that way," she jokes, laughing with Jenny and Lanie at his pout.

Castle groans as Esposito hits another bull's eye. He takes his phone out.

"Well, it's getting late. And I want to check on Alexis." The writer is already shrugging his jacket on.

"You're abandoning me?" Donovan sounded disappointed.

"Sorry. Sick kid at home."

"She's 17 and she kicked you out for 'hovering'," the young detective reminds him. Castle glares then sighs.

"She'll be asleep by now so she won't know." He says his goodbye, promising to come back to "work" as soon as Alexis gets better or kicks him out again.

An hour after his departure, Beckett's phone chimes in. A text from Castle telling her to meet him in half an hour at a bar which name she doesn't recognize. She pockets the cell, intrigued. She finishes her beer and announces to her friends she's tired and going home.

"Already?" Lanie asks, eyes piercing her friend's.

"You haven't even played yet," Ryan notes. For the last 20 minutes, they've been teaching Jenny how to throw darts.

"Well, I think Jenny needs the practice more than me."

"Hey," Jenny looks offended for a second. "But that's true."

They laugh and Beckett waves her goodbyes. She finds a cab pretty quickly and climbs in.

"Bar 13, please." The cabbie nods, indicating he knows the place. Beckett realizes she should go out more.

Once inside, Beckett has no problem spotting Castle. He's waiting for her at the bar, his back to her.

"Castle?"

"Where would you like it?" He asks, turning around. She looks at him, somewhere between puzzled and annoyed.

"Castle, why did you have to drag me to another bar? We could have just gone to your basement office."

"Huh, huh," he shakes his head. "Like the time I waited for you for 45 minutes in a closet at the precinct and you never came because Gates cornered you? I don't think so." He steps closer to her with each word. "Plus, this... is important. It deserves better than a stolen moment in the corridor to a bathroom or the closet at the precinct. It's not casual, it's important. It's ours. And it requires a special place."

"And this bar is it?" She's skeptic. His hands come around her waist, she puts hers on his chest.

"You don't recognize it?" She shakes her head.

"The name and décor changed but this is where I held the launch party for Storm fall," he explains shyly. Her eyes widens in surprise and softens. She's overwhelmed by the love shining through his face.

"Where we met," she whispers, leaning in.

"Where you arrested me," he whispers back before their lips collide.

Her hands slide up to his neck, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss, mouths open and tongues swirling. She feels his groan or maybe it's her, moaning. His embrace has tightened around her and he pushes against her. She crashes against some stools and doesn't care. Castle's pretty sure that fireworks are exploding all around them. In any case, it's what's happening behind his eyelids. Her fingers in his hair, massaging his skull, are driving him crazy. He drops his hands lower, leaving the small of her back. He needs to be closer, feel her body flushed against his.

"Guys, keep it PG." The barman, tapping the top of the bar near them, sounds unimpressed. They break apart. Beckett hides her face against his chest. He's pretty sure she's blushing.

"Sorry." Castle offers the barman a sheepish smile. "He's gone," he informs Beckett, grinning. She looks up. "And you're blushing. That's adorable," he teases.

"Not funny." Her blush reddens. "Maybe we can go somewhere..."

"Where we don't have to keep it PG?" He finishes for her.

She places a bruising kiss to his lips that makes him dizzy.

"What are we waiting for? Let's go!" He takes her hand and drags her to the exit as she chuckles.

"And for the record, Castle," she says as they walk out. "I wasn't arresting you. I needed to take you in for questioning."

"That's why you didn't use you handcuffs! I was so disappointed. You can make up for..."

"Castle," she interrupts with a warning. "Do you have to ruin everything?"

She just rolls her eyes as he offers her his signature seductive grin.

The end.

So : worth it, not worth it?