It was dark outside her bedroom window when Beckett next woke. The light in the living room fell through the open door and spilled onto the bed, illuminating Castle, who was seated on the edge of her bed, facing away from her and toward the door. She frowned, trying to shake the fogginess of sleep from her head as she looked at his bare back. Before she could ask him if everything was all right, he got up and left the room, flashing a lot of skin as he left. She didn't follow him, but she did listen to see what he was doing and to see if he needed anything. She wasn't sure just how lucid he was, and the last thing he should be doing was cooking or something like that.

He was back in only a few minutes, though, and he hadn't found anything to wear she saw. He hesitated at the doorway, silhouetted from behind by the light in the living room, and after a moment went back to the bed and stood by the side of it. And continued standing by it, long enough that Beckett eventually spoke into the silence in the room, worried.

"Castle?"

"I don't have any clothes…"

Yeah, she could see that. He hadn't picked any up on the way back from the bathroom, but she wasn't really surprised by that.

"I know."

He sat down on the edge of the bed and put his head in his hands, his elbows resting on his thighs. Beckett moved over to sit beside him, bringing the top blanket with her and draping it over him. The room wasn't cold, but she definitely didn't need him catching a chill. He looked over at her without raising his head.

"You're not naked."

She smiled.

"No."

"Then we didn't…?" He trailed off, but looked over at her.

Beckett shook her head.

"No. You've been asleep all day. How are you feeling? Any pain?"

She could give him another pill if he needed.

"I'm tired."

"They said you would be. Are you hungry?"

"No. Just tired, I think."

"Then go back to sleep, Rick."

"You'll stay with me?"

"If you want."

"Naked?"

She smiled.

"No."

"Spoil sport."

Beckett touched his cheek.

"You'll live, I think."

"Yeah." He caught her hand in his. "Thanks to you."

"Not just me."

"You found me." He frowned, and she saw it. "Although I don't understand how…"

"That was the easy part."

"Howso?" Before she could answer, though, he figured it out on his own. "You bugged me…"

Kate nodded.

"Yes. It's not exactly SOP, but I decided that it might not be a bad idea to have a transmitter on you – just in case."

"You thought they'd come after me?"

"No." She got up and pulled the blankets back on the bed, and gestured for him to lie back down. He pushed the blanket she'd draped over him off and painfully moved back into position against the pillows. She covered him back up, and continued the conversation. "I was more concerned that you'd wander off when I had my back turned, and then maybe someone would make a move on you. I didn't expect them to ambush us."

Castle patted the spot beside him, hoping she'd take him up on the offer – mainly so she would stay with him, although he didn't say that. When she joined him, he pulled the blanket back at the last moment, maneuvering her under the blankets with him, instead of above them. He realized that she'd been under the blankets with him when he'd woken up and there was no reason for her not to be with him again.

"They would have killed me, you know?" he said, once she was beside him and covered as well.

"700 million, Rick," she told him, turning on her side so she could look at him. "You said it yourself; people will do crazy things for money."

"Yeah…"

He was quiet, and she watched him, wondering if she should give him a painkiller so he'd be able to sleep rather than obsess over the fact that he'd been in so much danger. She tentatively rested her hand on his stomach – above the blankets – and surprised, he put his hand over hers, touched.

"You should get some sleep," she said, softly.

"I've been sleeping."

"It's the best way to heal."

He couldn't deny that. He rolled over onto his side so he could look at her, and in the light that was coming in from the living room he saw the nasty bruise above her eye and the dark circles under them. He might not have been tired, but she definitely looked like she was – and his expression softened. She'd been taking care of him, and he was being incredibly selfish.

"You sleep, Kate," he told her, his arm coming around her and pulling her closer and resting his chin on the top of her head. "I'll keep you company."

Beckett could have argued, but she was tired and she figured that if she was resting, he would, too.

"No funny stuff…" she told him, already closing her eyes.

His arm tightened on her and she could feel the rumble of amusement as he chuckled softly.

"I'll be a perfect gentleman," he assured her. His hand was stroking her back, lightly, trying to relax her enough to go back to sleep.

"You're supposed to be sleeping on your back," she murmured, not opening her eyes. She had to admit that it was nice to be held like he was holding her, and she was willing to be babied a little.

"I'm comfortable this way."

"Hmmm…"

He might have said more, but she dozed off, comfortable and secure in his arms.

Castle felt her relax and listened to her soft, even breathing; the sound almost hypnotic. He closed his eyes, too, and continued stroking her back, his mind considering what had happened and what might still happen. The quiet of the room and the warmth of the woman sleeping beside him was soothing, though.

Eventually, she put him back to sleep without even trying.