All the usual disclaimers apply: I don't own Castle, never will, and certainly have no chance of ever profiting from it.
Near
She always knows when he's close by. Maybe his aftershave precedes him, or maybe there are other cues that alert her to his presence. Maybe it's just that he never shuts up long enough to sneak up on anybody.
She never really thought about it until she picked up Josh at JFK yesterday. The international arrivals area was crowded, and, even with his size, she didn't notice him until he put a hand to her shoulder. She jumped, and he apologized.
A familiar footfall and the smell of fresh coffee interrupt her reverie. She doesn't bother turning around. "Morning, Castle."