A/N: The idea of going into the bedroom came from a fan I can't seem to find the name to… so if you are HER please inbox me and I'll apologize and then add you in my credits for the next chapter. But until then THANKS a bunch kiddo, but the rest is ALL mine, thanks to my imagination and those many, many TV shows that stimulate my brain.

Happy reading :)

He shifted positions again for the umpteenth time. He glanced at his watch in the dim light and sighed when he read the time: 2:08am. Sleep refused to claim him. He considered going into Beckett's room and waking her, he could do with some conversation.

After another half an hour of stilled silence, he dragged himself from the couch.

He pushed open the door to Beckett's bedroom and peered around the corner, wanting to make sure she was awake before he made a sound. The door creaked taking both Castle and Beckett by surprise. It happened in the course of mille-seconds. Beckett shot up in bed, startled awake, and pulled something from under her pillow.

It took him only a glimpse to realize that she had cocked her gun and aimed it at him.

"KATE!" he threw himself against the cupboard on the other side of the room, in hope that if she took a shot then she would have only got the door. He pulled himself upright against the wall and held up his hands in defense. "Calm down… it's JUST me!" he cried.

Beckett sighed as she realized where she was, and then glanced at the clock on her night table. "It's 2:30 in the morning, CASTLE! You moron, I couldn't killed you!"

"Nuh," he smiled with a self-assured shrug. "You love me too much."

She cocked her gun again and aimed in at him.

"Okay, okay…" he cried defensively cowering slightly. "You don't love me!"

She smiled looking pleased and lowered her firearm, before placing it on the night table.

"WHAT the hell are you doing in my room?" she snapped.

"I was thirsty," he lied as a way of explanation.

"What?" she rolled her eyes. "What did you think you'd find in my bedroom, you dill-head, A SINK?"

He shrugged again.

"GET OUT!" she ordered pointing to the door.

"In all defenses, you did kiss me after our date," he pointed out.

She frowned. "And that gives you the right to come into my room in the middle of the night?" she challenged. "Get real, Castle. GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"

"Nuh," he smiled. "I was bored. Can't sleep…"

"I don't care! GET OUT!"

It was then that he noticed she was dressed in a white silk negligee, he couldn't tear his eyes from her then, she was beautiful, like some dream he had conquered up in his mind. Yes, she was rather perfect in his eyes. If aiming a gun at him was the worst she had, then he wasn't bad off.

"STOP STARING AT ME!" she ordered pulling the blanket over her immodest body.

Castle only grinned.

He walked out a moment later, closing the door only an inch. "She wants me…" he mumbled loud enough for her to hear.

"DO NOT!" she denied.

Castle laughed as he returned to his place on the couch.

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