A/N: So, I received so many favorites and follows to this story that I started thinking about what else to do with it. I wish I was talented enough to think up a continuation for that story, but I'm just no good with the relationship stuff. So instead I decided to do a series of one-shots of scenes in which Castle and Beckett could have taken the leap (made "The Fall"), but sadly didn't. I can't promise I'll be updating this regularly (honestly I'm using this as a release of frustration coming from other things), and they definitely won't be in any sort of order, but I'll try my best to keep everybody happy. Also, I'd like to note that I've never really tried the sexy stuff before, so we'll see how far I end up going with that. And if any of you are following my other story Moments, don't worry, I'm not giving up (hopefully I'll have something more up tomorrow). Honestly I was just feeling a bit uninspired today, so I wrote this instead.

Oh, and I've changed the rating on this to T, because I really don't know why I ever rated it K+ to begin with : )

So (now that I've written an incredibly long note) here's the surprise second installment. Just my opinion on how "Knockdown" could have ended.

Kate hated doing it, but she really didn't have a choice. Trying to ignore the sharp pang in her chest, she tore her lips from Castle's and spun, hitting the guard with the butt of her gun. Her entire body ached with the loss of his touch, his smell, his taste. Oh God his tongue... NO, she had to focus; Ryan and Espo were in danger, because of her. She breathed heavily through her mouth, trying not to pant, but Castle had left her breathless. She was suddenly glad her back was to him. And then she heard him speak.

"That was amazing." Three words, and her resolve all but melted. She wanted nothing more than to turn and melt into him again, finish what he'd started. But that wasn't an option, not currently, so she walked away from him, knowing he'd follow.

Kate peeked around the strip of metal she was using as shelter, knowing her reprieve wouldn't last long. For a split second all she could see was the barrel of Lockwood's gun, pointed straight at her head. And then she saw Castle. He leapt from God knew where and tackled Lockwood as the rifle fired, missing spectacularly. She ran around the forklift and stopped dead, barely managing to keep her own gun from clattering to the floor. There was Castle, straddling Lockwood and absolutely pummeling his face. He would likely have a concussion.

The wave of warm affection and scalding lust that she'd been so diligently keeping at bay crashed over her and it was all she could do to stay upright. Castle stared at Lockwood's face until she regained her motor functioning skills and walked up to him. He rolled himself to a sitting position on the hard cement and looked up at her, a mix of triumph and shame coloring his features. All she could do was stare; she hadn't known he was capable of that kind of violence. And it had been for her.

She wanted to kiss him again. Her blood was singing with adrenaline, every nerve in her body begging to connect with him, tingling in anticipation. But she couldn't kiss him, not here. Instead she settled for gripping his shoulder before rolling Lockwood over and cuffing him, her arm still vibrating with the electricity touching Castle had sparked.

It had been an hour since she broke their kiss. Sixty minutes since she'd felt his lips on hers; she was aching for their return. The adrenaline of the gun battle had long since drained away, leaving her with nothing but the slow burn of desire coursing through her veins.

She had yet to talk to Castle, he'd been too preoccupied with getting his hand bandaged to do much more than look at her longingly. But she had called Josh. She knew she was a bitch for doing it like this, breaking up with him over the phone after kissing another man, but she just didn't care. It wasn't fair to Josh for her to stick with him when she was feeling all the things she was currently feeling. He hadn't even argued really, though it was obvious he was angry; neither said it, but they both knew the breakup was about Castle. When she hung up she immediately went to find him, knowing how despicable she was, but ignoring the guilt in favor of eagerness and slight anxiety.

She found him still in the back of the ambulance, which was a little too public for the conversation she had in mind.

"Hey there Chuck Norris," she greeted before taking his good hand and tugging lightly so he would climb out. Scanning around them, she didn't see any onlookers, so she kept his hand in hers, pulling him into a side alley.

It was dirty, and smelled a little like urine, or was that vomit? It would have to do.

"Beckett where're we goi-" she cut off his question by throwing him against a disgusting and heavily graffitied wall. Her fingers stung with heat when she pressed them into his chest. One kiss and she was already this far gone; she could only imagine... Her face flushed as she did imagine, her eyes raking down and back up his body. If she could just kiss him again, feel his hands in her hair, his breath on her cheek, his chest against hers, his hips- no! She had to say something first; it was vital that he understand.

"Don't ever do that again." She shoved his chest a little too forcefully and he fell back against the wall again, hurt and apology warring for dominance on his face.

"Beckett I'm sorry I know it was stupid but it was the only thing I could think to do. The guy wasn't buying the drunk act and... it was a spur of the moment decision.. I would never ki- I mean not without your- I was afraid we'd get caught and... and... Why are you laughing?" His rambling died away confusion taking over and, was that fear in his eyes? He was afraid she would maim him as she'd been threatening to do since the day they'd met. He didn't understand. That wasn't what she'd meant. She took a step closer and his eyebrows flew up.

"I didn't mean the kiss." She looked him square in the eyes and set her jaw, even as she was losing her focus with each inch nearer she drew. "Never, ever, try and get yourself killed on my behalf again, Castle. You got lucky tonight; it won't happen again." Well, if he plays his cards right... She thought as she brought her hands up to rest on his chest. She could feel his heart beating a staccato rhythm against her fingers, matching hers. "As for that kiss, however," she rocked her hips into his and they both gasped at the contact that sent fire racing through her, "you should definitely try again." She wrapped her fingers around his neck and pulled herself up, her entire body rippling with anticipation.

But then she felt his hands on her hips, pushing her back. When had he placed them there? His eyes were dark, but caution ruled over desire. His voice was deep and husky when he spoke.

"Josh?" Her knees went weak and it took conscious effort to stay standing. Here she was, offering herself to him, literally, and what he cared about was whether or not she would need to feel guilty about this later. She didn't want to discuss Josh, didn't want either of them thinking about him ever again. She looked Castle directly in the eyes, almost glaring at him, willing him to understand so she wouldn't have to say it. She saw the minuscule change in his face as the caution he'd shown earlier faded and was replaced by something akin to disbelief and hope. That was all Kate needed.

She lunged forward, crushing her lips to his, and finally, finally she was kissing him again. How had she ever survived the last two and a half years without doing this? This is what they were made to do, kiss each other.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and her fingers carded through his hair, a moan escaping past her lips. Then his tongue invaded her mouth and she heard, was that a whimper? Whatever it was, it sent a shiver down her spine and she pressed herself more firmly into him.

She was getting lightheaded, but she didn't want to break the kiss, not this time, so she fought it, kept her mouth on his for as long as she could. It was Castle who eventually pulled away and rested his forehead on hers. They were both panting unashamedly, sharing air.

It was less than thirty seconds before her hands started to roam, pulling his shirt from his pants and sliding under it. She heard his breath hitch when she dug her nails into the skin over his ribs. She smiled and wrapped her arms around him, palms flat on his back, and tugged him closer again. Before she knew what had happened, Castle grabbed her by the waist, spun them around, and slammed her against the wall with the perfect balance of urgency and caution.

Still breathing heavily, he gently wound the scarf from around her neck before hurling it over his shoulder as he began pressing open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, behind her ear, down her neck, and across as much of her clavicle as he could reach. A quiet moan escaped her and she grabbed his face between her hands, pulling his mouth back to hers.

Suddenly his urgency was gone, replaced by a reverence that shattered her heart. His mouth was slow and languid on hers now, and she could feel something far deeper than lust coursing between them, but now was not the time for thinking about all the implications, the future and what this meant for her, for them. Now was the time for letting go, feeling, and most of all: touching. She ran the pads of her fingers over his jawline, down his neck and around to his shoulder blades, finding his muscles more toned than she'd ever realized.

Meanwhile his hands roamed as well, leaving scorching handprints on her waist and traveling upward before settling on her ribs, his thumbs gently rubbing circles dangerously close to her breasts. She hitched a leg around his thigh and pressed herself closer, her body perfectly aligning with his as she felt heat converge and coil in her lower abdomen.

Just as she felt his palms low on the base of her spine, and his fingers even lower, arching her back so she was impossibly even closer, and felt them falling over the edge of indecency towards something that was far too private for their current location, a car horn sounded around the corner at the end of the alley. Castle's weight and heat disappeared in an instant and the aching bereavement it left was staggering. Both whipped their heads to see if they'd been caught, but saw only the ambulance Castle had vacated minutes before rolling past.

Kate started laughing, and soon enough Castle joined in. She looked at him, standing a few feet away; his hair was a mess and his clothes were disheveled to say the least, and she could only imagined she looked much the same. As their laughter died down, Castle turned to her, his face serious and cautious again. She hated the edge of doubt lying behind his eyes. He took a step forward and placed a hand on her cheek. The memory of this exact action earlier threatened to overwhelm her and she almost dove at him again. It was the look in his eyes that stopped her. Along with the doubt, fear, and maybe resignation, were mixing now. What was he thinking?

"What now?" He asked simply and her chest tightened as her heart rate sped up. She didn't know. She hadn't thought past coaxing him out of the ambulance. Panic washed over her as she thought about all this could mean. The boys and Montgomery would find out and he wouldn't be able to work with her anymore; Lanie and Alexis and Martha would know and… and what if his family hated her, resented her for making him wait so long? For putting him in harms way time and time again? And what if she ruined it, them? What if she was too damaged and he left. What if he left and she never saw him again? She didn't think she could survive that.

But then her eyes met his and a complete, all-consuming calm swept through her. This was Castle. He had waited for her, stayed by her side for years without expecting anything in return. This was the man who brought her coffee every morning. No, he wasn't leaving. She smiled and bit her lower lip, watching his eyes darken before she spoke.

"Take me home."

A/N 2: So there it is. I hope you enjoyed it. Please send me reviews telling me what you thought. And if you think this is an awful idea, send me that too and I'll keep the rest of my fantasy endings to myself.

Also, if you want to see my take on what actually happened in that end scene, go to my profile page and read "Knockdown Ending" (I know, it's such an original title, but what can you do?). And if you've made it this far without hitting the "previous page" button and reading something else, I commend you.