Together with You

Chapter Summary: Rick couldn't deny it. He needed to see her. If anything, Kate Beckett was the only thing on his mind. Screw the hurt; all he needed was her.

S/N: Of course, Tiny Tower belongs to Nimblebit, but since Philip and I enjoy the game it wouldn't hurt to use it. Count on Castle to be so childish to cope.


Just moments ago, Rick had bolted out the door as soon as he ended his call with Kate. He was in too much of a rush to recall much of the exchange he had with Kate over the phone. Call him giddy or outright aloof, but all he had on his mind had the name Kate Beckett written all over it.

Rick climbed onto the elevator and jammed his thumb to the 'G' button to take him down to the ground floor. As the doors slid closed and the mechanism took him down the building, the writer was tapping his foot impatiently. Why were these things even invented if they couldn't be faster? Sometimes he wished its speed matched that of the Infini-lift Lightspeed elevator on the Tiny Tower game on his iPhone. 'That would be fun~' he thought to himself with a chuckle.

In an attempt to cheer up her father, Alexis had introduced him to this simulation game. She even had to kill the urge of Rick to waste money buying Towerbuxes just to get the fastest elevator. 'Just save for it!' she scolded. Of course, Rick didn't listen and on impulse, bought it anyway and was having a fun time sending bitizens to certain floors. The price he paid however, resulted in Alexis snubbing him for 2 days before he made it up to her with a Dairy Queen bribe.

All this, of course, was just an attempt to steer attention away from moping; at least it kept Rick considerably distracted before he came back to Earth and realized that Kate was trying to wheedle back into his life. He desired it, but he never expected it. He wasn't going to waste this chance.

The elevator sounded a 'ding' to indicate that it had arrived at the ground floor, and the novelist stepped out hastily just as the doors began to part, side-stepping in time before he collided with one of the residents. "Sorry!" he cried out hastily before regaining his footing and bolted for the front door and out of the apartment building.

As he looked both ways crossing the street, all Rick ever thought about now was how to greet her. She had been gone for several months and the novelist had almost forgotten how to begin a conversation without walking up to her and offering a cup of coffee. They were meeting at a coffee shop for Christ's sake.

'Nah, I'll just wing it,' he concluded. As was his usual battle plan. All he cared about was seeing her again. This meeting was long overdue, after all.