When Beckett came home she walked straight into the bedroom, wanting to be asleep as soon as possible. Castle was already asleep with Gracie laying beside him, sound asleep. Beckett bit her lip and tip toed over to Gracie, picking her up gently and moving her to her crib. "Good night, sweet girl." She whispered before going back to her room and snuggling into bed.

When Castle woke up and Gracie was gone, he freaked out. "No, oh no, this can't happen again." He thought as he shot up in bed. Beckett was asleep on her side, facing away from him. He moved closer to her, shaking her shoulder. "Kate, wake up. Wake up, Kate!"

She stirred, but didn't wake up. "Mmh, what?"

"Gracie is gone."

Beckett jumped out of the bed, facing him immediately. "What?" Terror filled her eyes as she waited for him to answer.

"Gracie was next to me when I went to bed and now she's not here." He was standing now, facing her.

Beckett took a sigh of relief, rubbing her forehead. "Babe, come with me."

"What? Where are we going?" Castle followed her out the door, confused as to why she was so calm.

Beckett walked straight up to Gracie's crib. "See, she's fine." Gracie was sound asleep. Beckett grabbed his hand and led him into the living room. "Come on." When they were there she faced him. 'Castle, ever since we brought Gracie home you've been waking up every hour to check on her. Every time she makes a noise you rush to her side. You carry her every where you go. And besides me, you won't let anyone hold her."

He jumped back at her. "Well sorry, Kate. The next time she cries I'll just leave her. If someone one's to hold her I'll just say 'Go right ahead and keep her for a while.'"

"Castle, that's not what I meant." She pinched her nose, not meaning to start an argument.

"What did you mean then, Kate? Do I have to read your mind? Cause I love reading your mind, it's so easy!"

She stood and started to the bedroom when he spoke again.

"Oh of course, just walk away." He took a couple of steps towards her but stopped in the middle of the room.

Beckett turned in the door frame to face him. "You're tired and this is pointless. We can talk tomorrow."

"Pointless? You started it by saying I'm a bad father."

Beckett crossed her arms and went into the bedroom. "Night, Castle."

He followed her and got into bed. They laid their silent for a while. Both knew they had overreacted and needed to talk about what happened. Finally she turned and looked at him. "I'm not here to fight with you, Rick. I want to help you. I feel like I'm losing you again, just like with a couple of months ago." Her voice was croaky as she started to cry.

He rubbed his hand up and down her side. "Why did you stay, Kate?"

She sniffed and looked at him. "What?"

"Months ago, when we were fighting. I was awful to you. Why would you stay?"

She looked away and then back at him. "Because when I was down and out, you helped me. You stayed by my side all those years, and you're still here. You never gave up on me or us. It was my turn to help you. I'll always be here for you like you were there and are for me." She pushed the hair off of his forehead and kissed it and then both cheeks. "And plus I love you."