"Kate, are you OK?" Castle asked quietly -again- that morning.

Detective Beckett stopped writing the report -again-. She smiled softly an looked at the writer. He was sat in the old armchair near her desktop, with his body leaning forward and looking worried.

"I'm fiiiine, Castle." she answered patiently.

He leaned back still worried. Several weeks ago Beckett had sneaked into a criminal organization and had been discovered and tortured. She escaped miraculously. In Castle's mind that day was as fresh as it was yesterday.

And today his memories had been refreshed. Narcotic cops had catched part of the money laundering group, all thanks to the tracks Beckket had told them.

During the morning Kate had been cooperating with them, as witness, and she had been remembering all her personal hell too. She had come from the narcotic floor one hour ago and had not said a word since then. He was worried about her.

"Don't look at me with those puppy eyes, Castle. I'm going to get depressed." she told him.

He opened his eyes. She had noticed his feelings.

"Who, me?" he said surprised.

"Yes" She smiled a him and shook her head.

The elevator made a 'DING' and opened its doors. The forensic doctor Lanie Parish come in.

Beckett, working hard, did not notice her. Castle raise her hand and Lanie stared at him while she walked towards Beckett desktop.

"Good Morning, Caskett." She said.

Castle smiled like a fool and Beckett rise her eyes surprised.

"Lanie, what brings you here?" the detective asked.

"Have you bring us a wedding present? Brain in formol or something?" the writer said looking behind her like a kid.

Both girls gave him a 'killer look'.

"What? It is in the wedding list, isn't it?" he said.

Lanie start to speak about more serious themes:

"I had to bring some evidences to narcotic guys so I have come to say hello and... to get a coffee from your amazing expresso machine" she said looking to Castle with her eyes wide open. The writer rose his eyebrown.

Beckett ordered a pile of papers and sighed, there was a lot of work waiting for her.

"I'd love to join you, Lanie, but I have to write dozen of reports today and... I think Castle is boring... you can take him out." said making a gesture with her hand.

"Ou... 'take him out'? I'm not an puppy, Beckett but... Ok. I like to push the buttons and heard the beeps and noises" he finally said raising from his armchair.

"The trick to make a really good coffe is... press the 'double expresso' three times when nobody is watching... and wait until the big BEEP" Caslte explained joking.

Lanie, ignoring his nosenses, take his arm and led him to a corner, in front of the drinks machine.

"What?" he asked astonished.

She glanced towards Beckett, who was still working. Then Lanie opended her briefcase and picked a piece of paper in a clear plastic cover.

"Listen, Castle. The CSU guys had found this."

The writer watched it curiously. It looked like a letter, writen only in one side. He was unable to read it because Lanie was keeping it upside down, but he was able to see it was hand-writting.

"It is a letter... from Kate... to YOU" she explained very serious.

"A letter? For me? How...?"

"It is a goodbye note. She wrote it... the day she was kidnapped." She left the letter on the table.

Castle frowned and stared at the piece of paper inside the plastic cover. He moved his big hand slowly and touched it with the tips of his fingers.

"Listen. It's a evidence so tecnically I cannot give it to you. But you can read it while I drink my coffe... in that table over there. Right?"

He nodded and the forensic moved to the other table.

Castle did not move, he reamined silent for a seconds while his heart stated accelerating. The beeps of the machine and the smell of coffee invaded the restroom. Then the writer flipped the plastic folder and looked the familiar handwriting.

He read it slowly and, as he did so, his eyes turned wet. Lanie watched him in the distance without a word.

Castle tought that, in a parallel world, in which everything had ended badly, this letter had been his last contact with Kate. He thanked God because it was not in his world. Kate was sitting there, doing paperwork, but somewhere, could be a paralell Castle with no Kate anymore. He was a lucky guy.

The writer took a deep breath, smiled, blinked and his wet eyes let out a tear. He gave back the letter to Lanie, with a weak "thanks", and left the room briskly.

Beckett was sorting files in a folder when noticed a fast movement and a shadow in front of her. She ignored it but suddenly she heard noises and her desktop was shaken.

"Castle! What the hell are you doing!?" Kate yelled looking up.

The writer had climbed on the table, and he was... exultant.

"Katherine Houghton Beckett!" He shouted loudly. Then he wait until every one, including Beckett, paid attention to him.

Every cop in the homicides floor stopped working, even a suspect than was leaving the interrogation room escorted by two agents stopped and stare the scene. Capitain Gates get out her office, taking out her glasses. She did not believe what was seeing.

"...Castle..." Kate whispered him while she gave him 'the look'. The look-look. But he ignored it.

"I start again! Katherine Houghton Beckett! You are my live! I love you! And you should tell me that you love me too more often!"

Beckett hold a folder in her hands, and she would like to use it for cover her face and disappear.

"I invited you to get up here with me to say it!" he asked, and then he looked into the audience, waiting for a reaction in his favor. But everybody was paralized, including Beckett.

"Oh, come on, detective! Do it! Now! Or he will never get down!" Capitain Gates said, hoping to return to normality as soon as possible.

Beckett unbelieving looked towards Gates, and then towards Ryan and Esposito that were smiling like fools. She could see Lanie in the distance too. And then she stopped looking. She was already embarrassment enough.

Castle offered his hand for helping her and look into his eyes. Kate noticed his wet blue eyes and then she wondered what the hell had happened in the coffee room.

"Ok. Let's finish with this... quickie..." she said in a low voice.

Kate get up, put one foot on her desk, hold his hand and Castle pulled her. Now they were standing on the table, 35 inches above floor level. A mini stage in the 12th precinct.

"...Everybody is watching us..." she said tense as a broomstick.

"I know. We are the main characters and they are extras." he said hugging her.

She smiled his joke, relaxed and stared his eyes. Those cheerful blue eyes she can't stop looking at.

"I love you, Richard Alexander... blah blah blah... Castle" she whispered reluctantly.

"Mmmm. No." he shake his head. "Aloud." asked her.

"Hem!... I ... I LOVE YOU!" he shouted.

"Mmmm. It sounded like a military command, Kate. More feeling!" he corrected her, and then he wishpered "Wow. I talk like my mother."

"Come on! You can do it better, Beckett!" Esposito yelled.

Eveybody in the precinct, except Gates, shouted to encourage her. Kate laughed and calmed. Castle hugged her closer to him. She passed her hands behind his neck and caressed his nape. After a few seconds in that position, she said:

"I love you... I really love you, babe." and then they melted in a sweet kiss.

Castle, keeping his lips with hers, showed his thumb up. Everybody in the precinct acclaim the scene. Including Gates.

Ok, this is the final scene y want to share with the fanfom. I hope you enjoyed it.