Great news! My beta is back yay! How about all those spoilers running around the internet? Can't wait for sept 24…

Hour 59

"I just called to say, I love you, I just called to say how much I- " What on earth is that?!

I wake up with a start to Stevie Wonder's stupid love song blaring through my phone. I risk a look at the screen and sure enough, Castle's goofiest face lights up. Hump. That's a new ID picture. New ringtone, new picture. I wonder what else he changed. "I just called to say—You better not have changed anything else and if you value your life at all, you better not be GPS tracking this phone 'cause this will be over before it begins."

"Good morning to you too Beckett! I think it's safe to assume that sleeping outdoors does nothing to improve your morning-pre-coffee-mood."

"Yeah, well, waking up to the cheesiest song ever created does nothing to improve it either, though I must say I do like the new picture." When he's not purposely trying to annoy me, I happen to love goofy Castle. Not that I plan on telling him that!

"Good, because goofy Castle happens to love you too."

Hump. Did I say that out laud? "I know. He just woke me up to tell me so. By the way, did I say that, I mean, did I say anything about goofy Castle?"

"No, you didn't, I'm just that good." I can't help it; I laugh. "And I didn't wake you up just for that. I actually wanted to know if you wanted breakfast at lounge bed, regular bed or at the table?"

"Did you see how nice it's out here? I'm not ready to go back inside yet. Not nearly ready."

"Great, I'll be there in a minute."

"And I'll be right here, waiting for you."

"Now who's quoting cheesy love songs?"

"Castle, I'm supposedly the girl here. I'm allowed – expected, even – to quote them!"

I take the time to stretch my limbs. I really can't believe this thing is as comfortable as an actual bed. After the stretching is done, I grab the cover and hide myself under it. The warmth of it combined with the sun is almost enough to lull me back to sleep, but Castle comes out before I manage to do so. I guess he expects for me to take the cover off, but I'm just too lazy to do it. I figure he'll eventually do it himself, so, no real hurry there.

"Kate? Did you fall back asleep?"

"Almost. I'm just too comfy here."

"Glad to hear it, but you need to eat. So, wakey wakey."

"I'm not a child!"

"Just sounded like a petulant one right there, Beckett."

Urgh! I hate it when he's the logical one! "Still doesn't mean I am! What did you bring me? I'm starving!"

"Since it's already after ten I figured you could keep it easy? I'll be starving by the time lunch comes around and I would very much like for us to share it… So, I made you some special a la Castle toast."

"And why is it that I'm scared to ask what's so special about them?"

"Got no idea what you're talking about. It's not as if I've ever fed you something disgusting!"

"Yeah, well, I did hear about something called a 'smorlette, so I do know all about your weird food concoctions."

"Just so you know, I've been forbidden to do them again. This is just some really good toast we invented when Alexis was a child. They only have butter and sugar."

"And what's so special about that?"

"We put the sugar over the butter when the toasts are only half way done, so we finish toasting the breads with the sugar on them. Thus, the sugar melts and makes this really yummy-crunchy layer over them."

"I give in, that does sound good. Coffee?"

"Right here. So, get out from the covers and give me my smile."

"Who says I owe you one?"

"I do!" Last night he admitted to not being able to deny me anything. Why would I act as if it was any different for me? So I simply pull the cover down and give him (who's the egotistical one now?) the sight of me stretching once again, with a happy smile on my face. And just because I can, I add a little purr, even if only for show. Sure enough, it works. I see him falter. "Easy there boy! We don't want you spilling our breakfast!"

He sits down across from me and puts a tray over my legs. There's only one mug there. "Ok, I love you and everything, but if you think I'm going to share my coffee with you, you really don't know me at all."

"I already had my breakfast. Like, three hours ago!"

"What? Why? How come you didn't wake me? And since when do I sleep more than you! I always picture you as a bear, hibernating or something."

"I usually am, but nature didn't seem to enjoy the sight of us, spooning out here."

"Meaning you like to sleep in the dark or you had to pee?"

He pouts. He actually pouts at that comment! "No. Meaning a frigging bird pooped on my face! As you can imagine, I had to run in side at get cleaned up, after which I realized I was starving. I came back outside to see if you wanted something, but you looked so peaceful that I just couldn't force myself to wake you. What are you laughing about?! It's not funny Kate! Being woken up by you, kissing me, or just woken up because it's time to do so, with my arms wrapped around you is the only way I want to wake up from now on. And trust me, being pooped on in the face by a pigeon is not on that list!"

"Castle, you have to admit it's hilarious!"

"No it's not!"

I try to school my features. He seems more upset than he should be, and I don't really want to make him mad. But it is hilarious! Focus Kate! "Ok, so, after being woken up in such a distasteful way, you came back, took a picture of yourself, changed my phone settings and had breakfast without me. All that in three hours? Wow. Your efficiency is outstanding Mr. Castle. You should consider a career in management."

"Actually, I started the outline for a fifth Nikki Heat book."

"What? I thought Frozen Heat was the last one…"

"Do you really think Black Pawn won't reconsider that if I ask them nicely? We're talking about my most successful series yet. Either way, I'm not ready to part with Nikki and Rook yet, so if they don't want more books then I'm taking my business elsewhere. We could actually make our own publishing company. I'd write and you'd proofread. I bet Alexis can take care of the rest."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves."

"I thought you'd be happier at the perspective of another book. I understand you weren't flattered about it at first, but I just assumed you had grown to enjoy the attention…"

"Trust me Castle, I was flattered from day one, I was simply good at hiding it."

"Then what's wrong?"

"I'm not a cop right now. And truth be told, I haven't made a decision about it yet, so how am I supposed to inspire you if I no longer hold the job that first brought us together?"

"First of all, I've had enough inspiration since our first year. There have been some writer's block episodes since then, but they were mainly related to whatever was going on between us, in the personal level. Secondly, you inspire me with everything you do Kate, not just by being a cop. And last but not least, you being unemployed means I get more of you to myself, and I get to ask you questions related to cases or scenarios without needing to look for them over the Internet. I know there's still a lot to these characters Beckett, so I'll find a way to keep writing them until you ask me to stop. And even then, you'd have to ask really nicely because I truly love them…"

And with that, the conversation is ended. I grab my coffee and set to enjoy this great looking breakfast, seated next to Castle and overlooking the city we both love. All in all, a great way to start the day. Well, save from the bird poop over Castle's face. "By the way Castle. Did you scrub your face hard enough? Only God knows how many diseases those birds carry!"

"Ugh Beckett! Did you really need to bring that up!? I'm taking a shower!"

"Wait for me?"

"No, you don't deserve that! Stay here, finish your breakfast and enjoy the sun. After that, we have a dinner to plan." And he's off to take his shower.