Sorry for the long wait, school has been really hectic and stuff. This chapter may seem like I'm gonna continue for a long time, but I'm thinking only a few more chapters are going to be added. Thanks for keeping with it guys!

Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with Castle or any way connected. I own nothing except the story line.

It was the day after that of the one where Rick and Kate officially met. He was up at six in the morning ready to go wait at the subway for the nine a.m. train. He expected her to be there and was excited to see her. He'd called her the night before and expected her presence at the subway from what she had said.

He showed up an hour early and was so excited. His pen was vigorously writing in his notebook, and all the words were in thoughts of her. He knew they didn't go together easily like they should, and it was continuously changing, just like his thoughts. They were all scattered, but managed to say one thing. "I love you." This was scary. He'd never been like this before. Never in so much love.

Nine a.m. came, and so did the subway. He was inside the train as soon as the doors opened, and began looking for Kate. She wasn't where she normally was. Sitting down next to the spot, he rationed with himself that maybe she missed it and she'll get on on the next stop. He'd just wait for her.

She never came.

Rick called her cell every hour to see why she didn't show, and he'd even called her work number a couple times to make sure she was okay. She hadn't answered and that freaked her out. He was like a lost little puppy calling her. A worried and sad look on his face. He just needed to talk to her. She had to be okay. She had to be okay. He figured after a while that she may be annoyed by him and his incessant calling. He stopped calling at about four in the afternoon. Maybe something bad happened to her, or maybe she was in trouble. His author's mind was whirring, and he began to get upset and very scared and definitely worried. Scared and worried for really a complete stranger. One that he loved.

He knew very little about her in reality, and he knew it wasn't really rational. But he needed to make sure that she was okay. He went down to the Twelfth Precinct where she worked. He followed her business card's instructions up the elevator and began to look for her. A man bumped into Rick and began apologizing. The man saw Rick's expression and started to wonder.

"Sir, I'm Detective Ryan, is there anything I can help you with? Anyone I can find for you?"

Rick looked at him confused, but quickly recovered. "Uh, yes. I was trying to find a Detective Beckett."

"Beckett," Ryan spoke, trying to figure out why this guy was here. "Beckett - yes, Kate. Kate, right. Uh..." he began to look around for her then pointed to a desk in the middle of the bullpen. Her desk. The desk where she was now. "Right there, Sir."

Castle walked over and tried not to startle her. "Kate?" he asked.

She looked up recognizing him instantly. "Mr. Writer," she greeted with a smile. "I'm sorry, uh... what are you doing here?" She was surprised to see him, and apparently she didn't know why he was here. Taken aback by this, he stumbled over his words.

"I-uh... I-you, I called you didn't, uh, pick up. You weren't there this morning. Then you didn't call..." He slowly sunk into the seat next to her desk as he stuttered embarrassingly.

"My phone's been on silent, I'm sorry. And this is the first time I've been able to sit at my desk all day. We've been out trying to catch this guy. I'm sorry. And, I'm sorry I didn't show up this morning. I was called into the precinct at three earlier, and i didn't think I'd be nice to wake you to tell you. I'm so sorry, Mr. Writer."

She found that this nickname she had for him she liked. He decided that he liked it too. He realized that he was being irrational and that he was overreacting a little. "It's okay. I was just a little worried. I'm sorry too."

Smiling at him, they both accepted the apologies with grace. Ryan and his partner Esposito had disappeared somewhere unknown. Kate and Rick stared into each other's eyes and no words were passed between the two. No worries were felt and everything was in sinc.

To their surprise, Gates stormed out of her office. "Detective Beckett, do we have anymore information on the case?"

"No sir, not yet."

"Alright." Gates stood there and stared at the two of them. Skepticism laced her eyes and they stared right at Castle before turning to Beckett silently asking who he was and what the hell he was doing in her precinct. Her arms crossed as eyes darted back and forth and she was getting annoyed.

"Sir, uh. This-this is Rick Castle. He's a novelist and was just here asking me a few questions about my work as research for his next book," she covered quickly.

Gates looked oddly pleased and also not very happy. "I do not like strangers in my precinct, so you better stand up and introduce yourself like a gentleman. Then, maybe I'll keep you."

Castle and Beckett shared a look. His eyes were showing merely question and hers showed strength and positivity.

Should I go up there? he wondered. Is she really serious?

Yes, she is dead serious, Kate's eyes whispered. She's serious and you better do what she says.

Castle slowly stood up and turned around, facing the captain. He did want to spend time with Kate, and maybe this was the way it was going to happen. Maybe spending time at the precinct would be gloriously horrifying, but he could get some ideas for books by being here. Whatever the predicament, he wanted to spend time with Katherine Beckett.

"Ma'am," Castle started.

"Sir."

"Sir, I'm Richard Castle. Rick. Or Castle is what I go by," he stuck out his hand, "It's nice to meet you."

"First, I will not allow anyone in my precinct that I do not know. Second, I don't want you here, but I have a courtesy for writers. I will think about you more. As for now, it's okay."

A swoosh of breath escaped both Kate and Rick's lips as she said these words. The captain walked off leaving them both behind as she went to get coffee.

"That was close," he said once again sitting down in the seat beside her desk.

"Yes, that was," she breathed. They both sat there, contemplating their next move. Castle was staying now, or at least the captain thought so. They weren't quite sure what exactly was going to happen next, and they both were wondering about the story plot line and if the other was totally okay with it. Who knew if Castle really wanted to be at a police station all the time, and what if Kate didn't want him there?

All these questions and no answers. They were both way too nervous to ask the other and what if the real answer wasn't what they wanted of the other? What if?

By the way, if you ever read one of mine, and you want to take part of it or an idea or line or something, I am more than willing to let you fellow writers. I just ask that as it is mine, and I own it, will you please tell me that you are using it. :) Thanks.