A/N: I'm sorry for taking this long to update, I had a busy week. Enjoy (hopefully).

Another Visit

Castle was sitting in his office, staring blankly at the screen of his laptop. Usually when he couldn't sleep, he went down to his office and wrote. But right now he couldn't even focus on that. His mind kept rerunning what had happened in Kate's apartment. She had kissed him, and he kissed back. And then suddenly she broke it off and told him to leave.

Was he such a bad kisser? He sighed. Over the past minutes he had came up with all kind of reasons why she had told him to leave. But it didn't work, he couldn't figure out what he had done wrong. He picked up his cell phone again. Still no call back. He had called her like a million times and he had texted her.

Suddenly his phone vibrated. His heart pounded loudly in his chest when he read the text, New Message from Beckett, on his screen. Quickly he opened, and read it.

Kate Beckett was feverishly walking circles in her living room. She begun to realize what a bug mistake she'd made. If a guy had done the same thing to her, she would totally hate him for it. Hopefully he would forgive her, she thought. She'd screwed up bad, but there was still time to set things straight.

But how?

Calling him wasn't an option. That would be way too cowardly. And Kate Beckett wasn't a coward. She took a deep breath as she picked up her cell phone. Nine missed calls and five new messages, all from him. She started reading them.

Kate please open your door, I know you're still there.

Kate, please pick up your phone.

Why did you want me to leave?

Talk to me, please.

Sigh. Okay I'll stop sending you texts now, but when you read this, call me.She didn't want to deal with this trough the phone. She needed to face him sooner or later anyway. It took all her courage but she finally managed to send him a text saying, "Can I come over?"Almost instantly she got a reply, "Of course"Good, she thought. The first step is taken, now just the rest. Although she had absolutely no idea what to say to him, she walked out of her apartment, locked the door and went downstairs. When she was outside she hailed a cab and gave him Castle's address.

She raised her hand to knock on his door, but then lowered it again. What was she doing? Kate Beckett wasn't the kind of girl that went over to a guy's house at midnight, just to apologize. But then again, this was wasn't just some guy. It was Richard Castle. And she'd really screwed up.

She sighed and raised her hand again, when she noticed the doorbell. Should she ring it or knock on the door? Once again she lowered her hand doubtfully. Okay Kate, she thought, stop acting so ridiculous and just ring the bell. Somehow she felt now more nervous then when she was about to knock on somebody's door and tell them that a relative or friend had been murdered. But that was her territory, this wasn't.

After straightening her clothes one more time, she took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

When Castle heard the sound of his doorbell he immediately jumped up and ran to the door. Halfway there he suddenly remembered that he shouldn't scare her off, so he slowed his pace. He slowly opened the door to a slightly uncomfortable looking Kate Beckett.

"Hey" He greeted her.

"Hi" She replied.

"Come in." He said and opened the door further, gesturing for her to enter.

She walked past him, inside the apartment. Suddenly she felt his hands on her back and she momentarily stiffened until she realized he was trying to take her coat. She let him and after he had taken her coat she turned around to face him.

"So…" She started, having not the slightest idea how to continue.

"So… do want something to drink?" He asked politely.

"No, thanks." She replied.

They stood in front of each other, an uncomfortable silence surrounding them. Kate felt like she should be the one to break the silence. If only she knew how.

Finally Castle cleared his throat and said, "Shall we sit?" She nodded after which he guided her to his very expensive and comfortable couch.

When they sat on the couch, she looked into his eyes for the first time since she'd came into his apartment. His piercing blue eyes didn't have the usual playful spark in them. At least, she noticed to her relief, he didn't look angry or hurt. He just looked serious, maybe even worried. The first time she'd stared into his eyes like this earlier that night she had leaned in and kissed him. Her thoughts trailed back and she caught herself staring at his lips. Get yourself together! she ordered herself. She wasn't here for that.

She focused her gaze on his eyes instead of his lips again, took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't know what happened. I guess I just kind of shut down, or something like that. I mean, I don't really let people in very easily and−"

"Where are you sorry for?" He interrupted her, a sudden urgency in his voice.

She furrowed her brow, confused about his question. "About kicking you out like that." She answered.

"So, you aren't sorry about… you know, kissing me?" He asked, looking a bit… self-conscious.

Suddenly realization hit her. He thought she regretted kissing him. "No, I'm not." She replied.

Castle let out a breath that he didn't realize he was holding. "Good." He said with a smile and added, "I wasn't either."

He leaned a bit closer to her, as did she. Then, for the second time that evening the distance between was closed.

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A/N: So, I think this might be the end. What do you think? Should I add another chapter? Oh and if I do, I guess I'm going to have to change the rating to M. But, I like to listen to my readers, so if you think it's a bad idea I won't do it. As always, I would love it if you left a review.