Hi :3 so... chapter 6 as promised :D warning.. this will cause you diabetes ... too much fluff xD i'm serious xD i don't know what came on to me xD

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When she got to the door there was a man sitting on the stairs, his head was down and he had a cowboy hat. But that particular man could be wearing a freaking clown suit and she would still recognize him.

"Castle! What are you doing here?"

He lifted his head to look at her as he took the hat from his head and placed it next to him. He was shocked, how the hell had she recognized him?

"You didn't answer my calls" – he said with a soft voice, it was almost a whisper.

If he hadn't looked so hurt and with bags under his eyes she would have yelled at him. She decided he deserved a break.

Kate sat down next to him on the stairs.

"And that made you fly all the way from New York? And is that a fake mustache? – She almost laughed but her poker face worked like a charm.

A beat later she continued

"I'm sorry, I should've answer your calls or at least call you back"

He couldn't believe it. She had apologized to him! He wanted to kiss her so badly, at least hug her, hold her, tell her that it was ok, that he was there for her. He couldn't do that, so he settled to just look at her. Gosh he'd missed her; she was as beautiful as always. She looked adorable; she had a pink shade on her cheeks from the cold, and even her nose was a little reddish. She looked good, except for a shade of darkness in her eyes, the kind of darkness that follows you around after too many nights of nightmares. He should know. He'd had them after the freezer slash bomb incident.

He might have been looking at her for far too long because she was getting this confused and a bit annoyed look on her face that made him snap to reality and to the task at hand.

"Yes, you should have. I was worried sick about you" he said as he took off his so called costume.

She opened her mouth to speak but closed it again. She repeated the same actions a few times which made Rick's heart swell. She was acting terribly cute.

He couldn't take it any longer.

"Please don't kill me"

Before she could comprehend his words she felt the strong and warm arms of Rick embracing her. It felt so good to be on his arms. She felt save. She circled her arms around his rib cage. They stayed like that for what seemed hours; she buried her face on the crook of his neck and breathed in his scent, she felt all warm and fussy inside. She wasn't afraid anymore.

They finally let go of each other, reluctantly, and she looked at him straight on the eyes.

"I really am sorry, Rick. I just… I wasn't ready to talk"

"Are you now?"

She bit her lower lip.

"We don't have to talk about it yet. I just needed to see that you were ok"

"I am" – She said smiling.

"So, isn't that Joe's car?" - She asked pointing at the red fiesta.

"Yeah, I didn't want you to know it was me when you saw another car on your drive way so Joe lend me his" – he said, very proudly, with a smile on his face.

She rolled her eyes at him but a smile managed to creep out her face.

Gosh, he even missed the eye roll.

"How did you know it was me?" – He asked, curiosity peeking.

"Come on, Castle. I've known you for almost four years. And the expensive clothes were a giveaway" – she said with a cocky smile on her face.

He was wearing a pair of jeans and a long sleeved black sweater with some very expensive looking, new, mountain boots.

"Damn, I didn't think of that" – he said grinning like a fool, which caused another eye roll from the Detective.

She got up and he did too, not really knowing how to proceed.

"So, want help with those?" – He asked after a beat, pointing at the bags.

Kate handed him the bags and thanked him, she unlocked the door and they entered.

"Wow, I love this place! It's so homey and warm" – he said after taking a good look around the living room and following her into the kitchen.

Rick placed the bags on the counter and began to take the products out - "Ooh, gummy bears. Nice choice"

She smiled at his ADD, it was cute.

"I'm making pancakes for dinner, want some?"

"A chance to try the skills of the Kate Beckett, can't wait"

"They're just pancakes Castle, not a big deal"

"Why pancakes? Isn't that like a breakfast meal?"

"Kind of, but I was in the mood, so there"

She began to prepare dinner and Castle just watched her. She seemed fine; she looked so adorable with nothing but the loose shirt, sweat pants and her long hair falling perfectly on her shoulder. It had grown a little in the last month. The image was so homey that his mind started to wonder if the future might be like that, maybe with a ring on her finger and a girl or boy that were the perfect combination of the two. His day dream ended abruptly when a napkin hit his face.

"Hey!"

"I was talking and you were day dreaming again"

"Oh. Sorry. What did you say?"

"I asked if you could make the coffee, the machine is next to the fridge"

"No problem"

As the gentleman that he was, he prepared the coffee as suggested. While he was waiting for the water to heat he opened the door of the fridge and gasp at the view. She had a fully stocked fridge; there were different kinds of meat, several fruits, vegetables, eggs, cheese, milk, beverages, and desserts, half of a chocolate cake. He closed the fridge still in shock.

"Ok, who are you and what have you done with my Beckett?"

"Your Beckett? What on earth are you talking about Castle?" - She asked without looking at him, still focusing on the task at hand.

"You have food, actual food, not a Styrofoam temple, no bacon with a flurry thing on it and for what I can see your coffee maker works fine"

She laughed at his temple comment.

"Yeah, well, I have actual time to cook now. Plus, I like to cook, it's relaxing"

"Now I can't wait to try those pancakes" – he said smiling.

After the coffee was done he had nothing to do but to wait for Kate to finish cooking, he was hungry and it smelled so good. The gummy bears were staring at him, begging for him to eat them. With a childish look on his eyes he reached for the bag and opened it without making a noise, he was about to take one or two gummies when the spatula hit his hand.

"Owww that hurts Kate"

"No candies before dinner, you'll spoil your appetite" – she said with a glare that slowly turned into a smile when she looked at his pout.

"Ok, mom" – he said, still pouting, while rubbing his palm with his uninjured hand.

"Don't be such a child Rick. Now set the table, I'm almost done"

He obeyed and left, leaving Kate to her thoughts.

Oh, she was in trouble. It had been a month, 34 days to be exact, not that she was counting, and at the first sign of trouble he'd flow to her, because he'd said it, he would be a flight or a call away if needed. And she did. She hadn't realized until she saw him sitting there on the stairs, until he'd hugged her, until he'd smiled with that silly grin of his, but she needed him.

Dinner was ready, plates were set, and coffee was served. "Bon appetite" – said the author as he cut the first portion of the meal he took a bite while the detective was observing him, she was a little nervous of what he thought of her cooking abilities, seeing that he was an amazing cooker himself and all, not that she cared what he thought, just his professional insight. "Keep telling yourself that, girl" said the voice in her head.

"Kate, this is the best pancake I've ever tasted!"

Beckett let out a breath she didn't know was holding and smiled at the man beside her.

"I'm glad you like it" – she said while starting to eat herself.

"Like it? I love it!"

They continued to eat and chat for a while. After that they settled on a couch that was in front of a fireplace in the living room. They sat there for a while, contemplating the fire, lost in their own worlds. Neither knew how but they had ended up snuggled there, no words needed, just enjoying being next to each other, making up for the lost time. After what seemed hours and at the same time just seconds, he spoke.

"Kate, I'm..."

"It's pretty late, we should get some sleep, you look like you need it" – she said while getting up.

He sighed. "Me? I'm fine" – he responded fighting a yawn.

"I can see that, - she said smirking – come on, time to sleep"

"Are you inviting me into your bedroom Detective?" - He asked with a cocky smile and wiggling his eyebrows.

She rolled her eyes before answering "You'd wish. There is a spare bedroom you can use. It's next to mine"

"Yeah, ok, I'll get my stuff from the car"

"And Kate", he said stepping closer to her, "I'm glad to see you're ok"

He held her gaze and before he could think too much he had his arms wrapped around her. This time she melted right away and rounded his neck with her arms, resting her head on the crock of his neck. She could breathe his cologne combined with the smell of the forest and something that was uniquely his. She didn't know what possessed her but the next words were spoken without the permit of her brain "I'm glad that you came". He tightened his grip on her before whispering on her hair "Always" and releasing her; he kissed her forehead softly and went to get his luggage. Beckett was left on the spot, a big smile on her face. Oh, she had it bad for him.

When Rick came back to the cabin, bags in hand, he found his muse on the kitchen washing the dishes. He left the bags next to the kitchen door and went to stand next to her. "Here, let me" – he said quietly, taking a plate from her hands, drying it and placing it in the drawer next to him.

"Thanks"

He just smiled at response. They kept working, she washed and he dried.

"You know, there are these things, very high tech, called washer machines. They do this kind of job for us"

"Very funny, Castle. My dad doesn't come here often enough to buy one, plus it's relaxing"

"It is?"

"Yeah, I don't know if it's the sound of running water or repeating the same drill over and over again but it keeps me from thinking too much"

"Hmm, I still prefer angry birds when I don't want to think"

"Oh, so you do think" – she says, emphasizing the word 'do'

"Ha ha, very funny" – he says sprinkling some water in her face with his fingers.

"Oh, no you didn't", mouth wide open in shock, "You're so paying for that, she says as she splashes some more water on the writers face and sweater.

"Hey!" He yaps

"You asked for it"

He looks at her with a twinkle in his eyes, she knows that look "Castle...", she says as a warning. He is smiling now, an evil smile. Her mind screams run and she does.

She jolts from the kitchen and into the living room with the writer close behind her, she is about 10 feet from her bedroom door and from safety when Castle reaches her and encircles his arms around her waist making Kate squeal and laugh in delight.

"Castle, let me go" she tells him in a very unlike Beckett and girlish voice that makes the writer laugh.

"No way" – he says as he presses his wet sweater against her back making her squirm.

"Castle! You're wet!"

"And whose fault is that?"

"Yours"

Before she can react he begins to tickle her with one hand while holding her securely with his other arm. She tries to get rid of his hold but he has impressive upper body straight (she wonders if he does push ups with his laptop while on a writer's block or something).

"Whose fault Beckett?"

"Ok, ok, fine!" – He stops tickling – "I'm still saying it's yours"

The tickling began again, full force

She struggles, but she is laughing too much. He has been taking steps backwards to maintain his balance and before he can realize he falls into the couch, taking her with him. But he never ceases to tickle.

"Rick! Ok, ok, my fault, my fault!" - She says still laughing with tears on her eyes.

He stops, but his arm is still around her waist "There, was that so hard?" He asks into her hair, close to her neck. "You have no idea" she stirs in his arm and places her hands on his chest to steady herself. She really shouldn't have done that. Both writer and detective became serious, each lost in each other's eyes. Without noticing, their face were pulling closer, terribly slowly, like if this huge magnetic force was uniting them. They were millimetres from each other's lips; her eyes began to close in anticipation and his head tilted just a little bit...

"Dad! Dad! Dad!" - The ringtone for his daughter's number startle the two and he groaned before taking his Iphone from his pocket. She just laughed at his reaction and hidden her head on his chest so that he couldn't see the blush that had crept to her face.

"Hey pumpkin, is everything ok?" – He answered the phone, trying very hard to sound normal.

His face softened at the sound of her daughter's voice and a warm smile appeared on his features. The detective's heart skipped a beat; she loved seeing him with his daughter.

"Uhum, yeah"

"That's great, Alexis! When is it?"

At this point Kate had extracted herself from his embrace and they both sat next to each other on the couch.

"A month? Of course I'll be there! I wouldn't miss it for the world! Yeah, I'll tell her. I love you, too. Bye"

He hanged up and looked apologetically at Kate

"I'm sorry, Alexis was telling me some great news"

"You don't have to apologise Rick"

He smiled at the use of his first name.

"What was the news?"

"Well, you know she plays the violin, right? – Kate nodded – "Her school does this concert every year for charity and she's got a solo, she just found out so she called to tell me"

"That's great news! I'm so happy for her" – she said smiling.

"Also, she says hi and she would love it if you could come, too"

At this piece of information her eyes widened in surprise; she and Alexis were not exactly best friends, but every time she went to Castle's she was very pleasant to be around and the time she worked at the precinct she had bonded with the girl. She was honoured that his daughter had thought of her.

"But if you don't want to go..."

"No, I'd love to. I'm just surprised that she'd thought of me"

"Of course she did! She really likes you"

At this she blush which Castle found awfully cute.

After a beat of silence Rick stands up and lets her know that he could really use some sleep. He gets his bags and she shows him his bedroom, they say their good nights.

His bedroom is the guest's, it has a king size bed, a small fireplace on a corner and a window behind the bed that showed a lake. Since it was almost 11 the moon was at the top and it reflected beautifully on the lake, creating an almost magical vibe to the scene.

Rick Castle was happy, he was still alive and with all of his limbs in place. Plus, he was pretty sure that if Alexis hadn't interrupted them, they would've kissed. Yes, Rick Castle was indeed a very happy man.

It was still dark outside when Rick woke up startled by the voice of his detective. She was screaming, he ran to her door and knocked, calling her. When she just kept screaming he opened the door, expecting the worst. He saw her; she was asleep, having a nightmare. She was tossing and turning, her face seemed disturbed and there were tears on her cheeks. He ran to her and tried to wake her up but she was too submerged in her dream. He held her and whispered soothing words in her ears until she calmed down. He tried waking her up again and this time she woke up slowly, still in the threshold between dream and reality.

"Castle, you're alive" - she said groggily, placing a lazy hand on his cheek and caressing his face.

"Of course I am, it was all a dream, Kate" – he said softly, as if speaking to a child.

Moments later Beckett focused on Castle's face and her eyes widened; she removed the remaining sleep from her eyes with her hands and sat up straight.

"Castle? What are you doing in my bed?"

"You woke me, you were screaming so I ran in here and you were asleep, I tried to wake you but you wouldn't listen. When you finally did, you asked me if I was alive."

"What? I did?"

He just nodded.

"Gosh, I'm sorry Castle. I didn't mean to wake you." – She apologized, her voice still groggy and low from sleep.

"Hey, no, it's ok. But, what was your dream about? You told me they were about the captain."

"They were, at first. Can we talk about it tomorrow? I don't feel like talking about it now"

"Yeah, sure, I'll just go", – He says as he is standing up – "Can I bring you anything? Te, perhaps?"

"No, I'm fine" – she says and gives him a little smile.

"Ok, then. Good Night, Kate"

He starts to walk to the door but a whisper stops him death on his tracks.

"What?" – He says as he is turning around

"Stay" – she repeated a little louder.

She seemed so fragile; his heart broke at the sight. He went to her and sat on the bed.

"Are you sure?" – He asks. His voice is low and uncertain, afraid he might hurt her somehow.

"Yes, I need to know that you're ok" – she whispers back.

Without saying another word he pulled the covers and got in, unsure where the boundaries were he sticks to his side of the bed and waits for her to fall back and sleep. He placed his head on the pillow and watched her from the corner of his eye. Kate laid down and took Rick's hand, he was shocked (to say the least), but he just intertwined his fingers with hers and kissed the top of her hand gently before drifting to a peaceful sleep.

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~AC