Hi again :3 sorry for not updating yesterday but power went out for most of the day... the beauty of my country -.- ... anyways!

I'm sorry i haven't been able to respond to reviews but the site is not letting me ! idk why :c so i apologize for that... thank you so much to those who had reviewed :D you've made my day ^^

Oh and i use a pic stana showed on her twitter acc for inspiration, it's the final scene of 3x24... it's not the same as i describe it but if u wanna see it - /h8qckfpj

Happy reading :3

Disclaimer: don't own it =(

In a little cabin on the far out of Minnesota a detective was having trouble sleeping. She had been relaxing the previous day, reading for like the 10th time 'Heat wave', making some big lunch, baking a pie and drawing some of the landscapes. She was tired but every time she tried to close her eyes to get some sleep, she would see Rick's face and remembered the kiss. She tried to think about something else but every little thing reminded her of him. Finally, at about 3 am sleep was more powerful than her brain and she dozed off.

Sleeping was not a good idea.

Roy had been kidnapped, two men had taking him from his house 24 hours ago. They had finally had a breakthrough on Beckett's mom's case. The captain was pulling the big guns, disregarding his boss's orders. Too many men in high places were linked to her mom's murder, to the conspiracy of it all. She and Castle had followed some leads, chasing Lockwood, and had found out where Roy was being held.

They had searched the building but found nothing, then, when she was on the Hall on the first floor; she heard a sound on the other side of the doors, a chopper. She ran with her gun pointed at the pilot, ready to fire when she saw him, Roy Montgomery was in the copilot's seat, bounded. There was a third man on the back, he had a machine gun, she was sure it was Lockwood. He pointed at Beckett and was about to fire. She was about to pull the trigger calling 'NYPD, Put the gun down!' when Roy knocked down the pilot, making the third man lose his focus and try to regain control of the chopper that was now on a descent angle, a very dangerous one. Beckett knew that even if Lockwood was able to stabilize the bird at time there was little she could do against a machine gun, so she ran as fast as she could. A few feet from her position was a concrete welcoming sign of the building's company, just as she jumped behind the sign she felt the heat of a blast, the deafening sound of the chopper crashing, of Roy dying, for her.

She was sweating, heart a mile per hour, when she woke up. For a second she was back at that moment, she didn't recognize the cabin and couldn't remember recent events. After a few minutes she saw the frames of the family pictures and regained a little of control. Images flashed before her eyes; the funeral, meeting the new captain, Rick being with her every step of the way holding her hand, the kiss, their last conversation. She began to cry, clenching the pillow. She hadn't cried for Roy yet, she couldn't allow herself to crash and burn while she had to do her job, but now… She was on vacations and alone.

She cried for the rest of the night, when sun began to rise she finally slept a dreamless sleep, caused by exhaustion.

For the next month her days were pretty similar; she would cook and play some tunes with her father's guitar, sometimes read or 'fish', and at night she'd mourned the death of her mentor and friend. Sometimes she would have nightmares, but she accepted that as part as her punishment for getting Roy killed.

One night, all of that changed.

She was chasing Lockwood; she had lost him on a corner, Castle right behind her. She was ready to fire, about to turn into an alleyway when she heard a loud plop. She turned around just to catch a glimpse of Lockwood, who was laughing like a mad man, disappear before her eyes. She was in shock; she almost didn't hear the whisper that came from her partner who was bleeding on the floor. She saw him and kneeled before him, taking his head and putting it on her lap.

"Kate…" – he said, cuffing blood.

"Shh, Castle, it's going to be ok," - she said while her hand gently removed the hair from his forehead - "I'm calling for help" She got her radio out and called the ambulance, she began to apply pressure on the chest where all the blood was coming from, but the more she pushed the more blood came out. It didn't make sense. She had tears on her eyes, her heart was pounding and it literally hurt to breath. She couldn't lose him. She wouldn't.

"Rick please, stay with me. Don't you dare die on me! We still have to catch Lockwood. You can't leave me! You said you'd always be there!" – She said between sobs, caressing his face. He just looked at her.

"I love you, Kate" – He whispered, before breathing heavily for one last time. His beautiful blue eyes lost their light and he was gone.

Kate jumped from the bed; she was shaking, tears damping her eyes and cheeks, heart pounding, sweating. The sheets were a mess, she had been tossing. Breathing was hard. She grabbed the pillow and began to weep freely, using the fluffy object to mute her crying.

The dream had felt so real, even more than the memories of Roy dying. She turned the side lamp on and tried to calm herself. After what seemed to be hours she finally could breathe at a normal pace, her heart had steadied and her tears had subsided. She still couldn't close her eyes without seeing Castle's eyes lose their light.

Without thinking she grabbed her phone, dialed 2 and pressed send. Three rings latter the very sleepy voice of Castle sounded.

"Kate? It's … 2 o'clock in the morning"

She didn't talk.

Something clicked in his brain and suddenly the sleep was gone.

"Did something happen? Kate?"

"No, nothing. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called"

To any person, she would sound fine, but there was a little, almost imperceptible, high pitch that was telling Castle that she was not fine.

"Yes, you should've. I told you I was a call away if you needed me. What happened?"

"It's nothing Rick, just a bad dream. I wasn't thinking when I called"

She was relieved that he was ok, that it all had been just a bad dream.

"Was it about the captain?"

"Yes"- she lied.

He noticed.

"Want to talk about it?" – He asked gently.

"No, it's ok. I'm just… I'm just going to get back to bed"

"And Castle, it's good to hear your voice"

Before he could respond anything, she had hanged up.

'Well, so much for sleeping' he thought.

He called her, it rang about 6 times and then to voice mail.

He tried again.

Nothing.

This was going to be a long night

A few hours later Richard Castle was pacing in his studio. He had been thinking about the last words from Kate, he had tried to call her back, he knew she needed to talk to someone, but she hadn't answered. This could mean that she had fallen back asleep, but he knew her better than that.

It was good to hear his voice? They hadn't talked in a little more than a month. He was climbing up the wall with impatience; he had played Halo, Guitar Hero, read every book that didn't remind him of her and had a weekly poker or game night with the boys. He had been worried sick about her and when she did call she is like that? He had to do something. Suddenly it came to him. She might kill him but he was going to do give her what she needed, not what she'd asked for. (It was about damn time, too)

….

"Weird"

"What is it, chica?" – asked Esposito, a little groggy from sleep.

"Writer-boy is calling, at 7 am"

"Should I worry about him?" – He asked jokingly, kind of.

She just looked at him in her 'oh, please' look and answered.

"Castle? Do you realize what time is it?"

After a minute or two of Castle talking she just answered:

"Uhu, she did, didn't she?" – She asked looking annoyed.

And she kept listening.

Esposito was silently asking her if it was about Beckett. She just nodded and he plopped his head back at the pillow. He loved that girl like a sister but she could be pretty stubborn when she wanted to. Poor castle, he thought, that man was such a love sick puppy.

Javier looked at his girlfriend and smiled. Maybe he was as love sick puppy as Castle and he couldn't care less.

Lanie smiled a few moments later after listening to something Castle was saying.

"I think that's a great idea"

"Yes, I'm sure. It's been long enough"

"Good luck"

And she hung up.

"What was that about?" – asked a puzzled Esposito

"Writer-boy was asking for advice" – she answered lazily as she snuggled against his chest.

"He still hasn't heard from Beckett?" – He asked as he began to trace idly circles on her back.

"She called him at 2 a.m., said she was sorry for disturbing him and then hangs up on the poor guy. She didn't answer the next 10 calls from him."

"Hmm, I bet he was having trouble getting back to sleep after that"

"He hasn't yet, he's been planning something. He is worried"

"Should he be?"

"Well, knowing Kate she is fine, just avoiding the whole thing, don't ask me why, I have no idea. But you know how Castle is about her"

"Yeah, I hope she realizes soon"

"Me too, baby, me too"

….

Alexis was entering the kitchen, still sleepy and on auto pilot, grabbing some things to make breakfast when she heard his father on the studio. Weird, she thought, with Detective Beckett out of town he had been sleeping pretty late most days and not really doing anything productive since the new captain didn't let her dad near the 12th, which was a pretty dumb idea to her. She had been a little worried through the summer, her dad had lost a little of the light that was on his eyes after the last time he'd seen detective Beckett, she hadn't ask him about it at the time but after a couple of weeks she finally did. He just said that everything would be fine and that all that was needed was time. Alexis really hoped that was the case, Beckett seemed to make her father really happy, happier than she had ever seen him with any woman that wasn't family.

After hanging up with Lanie, Castle was about to make another call when he heard the footsteps of his daughter. He decided that the call could wait and went to meet the apple of his eye. She was in the kitchen making scrambled eggs and some bacon.

"Hmmm, it smells delicious, honey"

"Morning dad" - She says as Castle gave her one arm hug and a kiss on the top of her head

"What are you doing up so early?"

"Uh, well, Beckett called yesterday and she seemed a little off, so I'm going to see if I can make sure she is fine"

"Oh, I hope she is. I bet it hasn't been easy losing the captain the way you guys did"

"It wasn't, pumpkin, especially not for her"

They ate in silence; Castle was still fixing some lose ends on his plan. After finish eating he went back to his studio to make a few calls and Alexis went back to her room to get ready for school.

….

Kate felt guilty. She hadn't answered the calls from Rick after their talk. He had stopped calling after about 4, 'maybe he assumed I had fallen asleep?' She said to herself. 'And the sky is purple' the little voice in her head (Lanie's voice) responded. Of course that annoying voice was right… She hated when that happened.

Right now it was a few after 2 p.m. She had blacked out at about 6 out of pure exhaustion. She would call Rick, at night, when she had eaten and done some form of exercise and a bath, a really, really, long one.

She thought about what to say to Rick, it had been a month and she missed him, deeply. It was hard not to see his smile, the way he looked at her with those puppy dog eyes, the way he knew when to make a joke, how to make her smile and when to shut up and just be there.

She went for a run in the forest. It was her way to clear her mind. She usually preferred the punching bag, or man, but she didn't have either in the cabin. So she went for a run, a long one. She had been walking the area everyday at least once a day so she knew it pretty well.

After getting to the cabin she arranged the bathtub with some relaxing scents and got in. She relaxed her mind and thought of nothing, it was her routine after a hard day at the precinct, she grabbed an exfoliating glove and began to massage her body, beginning with her shoulders and then her back, legs, finishing with her neck. After a good 20 minutes in there she dried herself and put on a robe. Cleaned the bathtub and went to the kitchen to get started on dinner.

Usually when she was back at New York she usually ate pretty late, if she ate, and it was some leftover of the Chinese food she'd had for lunch or a simple pop tart. But here she enjoyed cooking and eating at early hours. She changed into some sweat pants and a loose shirt and went to get some food from the fridge. She was in the mood for some pancakes which was weird. But there were no flour and very little butter. She sighed and hung her head; she would have to go to the store that was 15 minutes away on car. She didn't like the prospect of going out. She bit her lower lip, balancing her choices.

'Oh, hell, I want those pancakes' she said to herself

Grabbing the keys she left for the store.

About half an hour later she was returning from the store with the flour, butter and some gummy bears.

When she got to the cabin there was a car next to hers, it was a red fiesta. 'That's weird' she thought, 'maybe Joe had something to say to me?' She had recognized the car from the airport after Joe had lent her the keys to her SUV, he had gone into that red car.

Please let me know what you think? i haven't read any spoilers about the finale except that a characters dies and that is going to be the death of us fans over the summer and i'm not sure i did justice to the dreams... it's just that if Roy dies he needs to go as a hero...

The next chapter should be up by Friday... classes are beginning to get in the way D:

And i'm not going to dwell on Beckett's mom case because well, i don't have the brains to come up with a conspiracy that size or do it as well as Mr. Marlowe. Please review? =3

i'm rambling... I know... i'll stop now..

~A.C