The way back was silent. After the endless interrogation that Castle suffered, he finally opened up. No, he had not reserved a table at a popular / chic / trendy restaurant; no, he was not trying to drive her crazy; yes, he knew how "bad" his reputation was; and no, he would not expose them on a gossip magazine cover.

- Castle, or you tell me what you are planning, or I'll shoot you!

- Are you armed? Where did you hide the gun? - And he raised an eyebrow.

She paused. No, he wouldn't win so easy. She frowned with a pout and turned to face her own window. He sighed heavily, and finally said they would go to his apartment.

- I'm not in the mood for public appearances, if you know what I mean ... I thought the idea of a dinner at my house better. - And then he saw her face through the window's reflection, she sported a winning smile - Kate Beckett, you are a petty person. - Added with a false note of repudiation in his voice.

Thereupon, the subject died within the vehicle. Castle was forced to keep his attention on the traffic and therefore keep his eyes ahead. But that didn't stop him to look askance at Beckett, who supported her elbow on the closed window, curled her hair in the same way as at graduation. He loved it, this small gesture of her, which made her more relaxed.

Beckett, meanwhile, didn't have much to look out the closed window. It was raining, and her window was fogged out. With that, she mused, and her gaze point out from zillions of light years in her own window to get a look at him. It was interesting to see him drives, she couldn't remember the last time she can really appreciate him doing this.

She stared at him with a mixture of novelty and flirtatious, knowing that it would disturb him. Said and done, even Castle would concentrate on traffic, he wanted face and tormenting her too. He could only feel her gaze like an x-ray, direct and profound. She memorized his concentration expressions, or how his eyebrow arched slightly when he looked at the rearview mirror.

- What? – it was always what Castle wondered when he could look directly at her. In response, she only shook her head, smiling a little naughty.

Beckett felt within her the need to register in her mind that moment with him. Seeing Castle in an outside place of the usual made him more attractive and simple fact that they have switched roles in the car that day was unique.

A shiver ran through Kate's arm and she reflexively rubbed. "Where is my head today? You're cold" Castle muttered in a self-criticism that she was not very accustomed to hearing. She had become accustomed to various Castle's facets: the shameless seducer, the annoying stalker, the stubborn child. But she knew about this face, careful and loving, and as much as she dared not admit even in thought, deep down she knew she liked this face, and all the others too.

- I did not realize the weather would change like that - he continued, martyring himself for making Beckett leave her coat in the apartment. It wasn't cold what she felt and Beckett knew that very well. But she wouldn't stop, even she wanted, that Castle took off his own coat and offered to her. - Take.

While she was dressing his jacket, Beckett could feel the fragrance that had felt across graduation. It was delicious and strong at the same time, and was a little more intense in that piece of cloth. Beckett thought probably he had put his coat once a sprinkle, and sit down more comfortably in the passenger seat. The jacket was warm and delightfully scented. Automatically Beckett hugged herself, snuggled up to the fabric, and rubbing her nose on the collar, took a deep breath, inhaling the scent again and sinking into the seat.

Then she noticed his gaze. And felt a tug inside, like a cold that feels before the imminent descent of the roller coaster. Castle's gaze was intense, and even for a split second he diverted. Beckett was not sure of what he saw in her eyes, but whatever it was there, he was seeing. And Castle also felt the same "rollercoaster" sensation, something he had not felt with any woman before ... Maybe the first time he read "Casino Royale", or when the doctor gave Alexis in his arms for the first time and he was afraid to let her fall ... But he had never felt this with a woman. And Beckett also thought the same, did not recall any man have made her feel that way.

But they were brought to the fore by the horns of other cars in traffic. They had stopped. Castle took a deep breath and once again tried to focus on the street in front. Luckily they were already close. But the tension that was in the car was unbearably stark. They spoke no word, but everytime he swallowed, trying to clear his mind, she fidgeted on the seat in sync. And it didn't help even a little to ease the palpable tension.

They arrived at the building and he guided the car to the underground parking. Passed by the parking spaces for visitors, where Beckett's car was. But Castle's parking spot in the building was more in the background. He parked in his spot, and when he release his seatbelt, looked back to Beckett, as if he was deciding what to do. She held his gaze, with some suspicion, but came to feel that shiver down her neck again. She was relieved when Castle finally left without saying anything. He turned and before she knew it, opened the passenger door and reached to her so gentlemanly. Beckett watched again and Castle held her gaze as he always did, because usually she was averted. Still staring, she took the hand he offered her and left the car.

If Castle had been a gentleman to help her out of the car, the same cannot be said of what followed. When she was guided out by him, Castle pulled her sharply to himself. He slammed the car's door and likewise that he had pulled her to his chest, Castle pushed her to the car again. The car was wet and rain icy, and Beckett did mention to move away, even feeling her knees weak by the surprise of his actions. She recalled that it had only happened once, as an excuse of being a trap.

Castle stopped her to going out with his own body and his hands gripped her neck and fiercely pressed his lips against hers. But soon, the initial ferocity gave place to an urgent need for something he did not know what it was.

Like the first time he did it, the astonishment was louder at Beckett's head and the instinct made her want to retreat. Her back was in the wet car, which was beginning to soak Castle's jacket, so she tried to push him in the chest to apart them. But he spent his free arm behind her back, and pressed her against his chest again, preventing her feeble separation attempt. As a trigger, this movement made her want to grab him and her hands, which pushed before, now pulled him over for herself and relaxing her own lips, her hands curled at his nape.

And this frenzy dissolved all the tension established in the car. Beckett didn't care about the cold coming from the car behind her, because the heat coming from the union of her body with Castle's kept her warm. Even the wet tissue being compressed by his hands on her body made the feeling strangely warm. She felt the palm of his hands strolling on the length of her spine, going to the waist to the neck and coming back. Beckett tried to match with the same intensity, but he was always so much larger than her. She settled at the time to go from his neck to his shoulders, and gently pull his hair. His weight pressed more and more her against in the car, but she did not care. No more breathing, it seemed that the air was not as necessary as each other mouth.

The sound of a car pulling into the driveway made them back to reality. The sound of the car turned at a specific point and followed to where they were. Castle felt Beckett's tense, but he wouldn't get away, not now that he had finally achieved what both waited for almost four years. Castle remembered that his parking spot was among some support pilasters, so he turned, still holding Beckett's body, from the car to the nearest pillar, hiding their silhouettes. Whoever it was entering the garage, would not see them, only if it was curious enough to go there.

Without the distraction of being caught, they continued to explore their mouths. But that was not enough anymore. With the replacement of the car to the pilaster support, Beckett could no longer feel Castle's hands holding her back. But he gave a new use for them. He explored her neck, waist and belly, running his free hand inside his jacket. In the same time, Beckett's hands came and back by the extension of his arms and back, pulling him on by his shirt's front.

Then his mouth found the perfect way to her neck, and it made her feel a shiver go through her body, causing her a visibly shake under his weight. And, as if it were possible, she pulled him over to herself, letting out twice a low moan, while she nibbled his ear.

The noise of the car alarm being triggered brought them back to reality for a second time. They were forced apart, but not before exchanging small chaste kisses.

Then Castle leaned his forehead against Beckett's and muttered "sorry". – I don't want it that way ... But I could not contain myself when I touched you ... I'm so sorry... – he whispered with his eyes closed - I didn't want to make you feel like any other woman, because you aren't .

And there was again that facet she liked, this new addition he gave a sample moments ago: careful and caring. Beckett touched his lips with her fingertips when he began to say a thousand of excuses and theories, kissing him lingeringly. She could not describe the taste of his mouth, she would never want to leave prove it. When the kiss ended, Caste concluded that it was a form of a goodbye, but even so, he added:

- I think now you won't come with me and dinner. - To reply, Beckett chose something better than words. Still looking at him, she took his hand and led him to the elevators.