She sat still and zombie like on her couch with one knee close to her chest.

11:34 and she hadn't been to sleep. Without being able to stop her whirlwind of thoughts she reflected on the day she (and Castle) had come to conquest.

How did he manage to do that?

How did he calm me without even looking at me?

What. Is going on. (With us)?

Without a second thought she darted to her phone. It wasn't protocol, they didn't usually check in at the end of each day but she did anyway.

It only took a ring and a half for him to boom his voice through her phone speaker.

'Hey'

'Hey'

They sat in silence

'Don't ask' she finally began

'Don't ask what?'

'How I am'

'I didn't ask'

'You weren't asking very loudly'

He chuckled and she sighed with a smile that she was thankful he couldn't see.

'Get any sleep?' He queued

'None' she breathed 'I'm sorry it's late but I just wanted to thank you for...having my back today'

'Always. You know. '

'I know'

He'd created a mantra for them. She hadn't used it yet but he was ever eager to get her to reply with her own 'always'.

'Any great plans for the rest of this night, detective?'

'Oh plenty. I'll probably end up ordering anything that the promotional channel has to offer'

'Kate.'

She always became stiff when he used her first name.

'You know that you can change the channel, right?'

She silently grinned for a second time.

'The remote is just too far away'

She emphasised the last few words

He laughed

'Hmm' he said and the phone line closed.

That was odd. He never just hung up on her. Was he ok? What had happened? Did he fall asleep? Did he have another one of those 'I need this specific food right now' moments are run to the fridge? No seriously, was he ok?

Stop.

She tamed herself.

He's a grown man. He's fine. It's Castle. He's probably at his fridge.

20 minutes had passed and she was still perched in the same position on her couch ready to order the Amazing Banana Split Maker for four easy payments of $19.99.

As she began to dial the numbers displayed on the screen she heard a knock at her door.

What the hell. It's was well past midnight.

She stood and silently opened her cabinet draw to extract her spare pistol and positioned herself to correctly open a door by NYPD standards. Just as she was about to yell the infamous 'NYPD - HANDS UP' she registered who'd been irritably knocking. Who else was it going to be?

He hadn't even flinched at the sight of her pointing a gun to his nose.

'Would you put that thing away. I'm just here to get you your TV remote.'

A/N: Well guys, thats all. Thanks to whoever read this lil' oneshot. I just want to thank S.S, Gee, and The Queen. I love you all, thanks for helping me out with this.

If you guys want to chat I'm at amani_bak on twitter.

Thanks again lovelies x

Much love x