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Castle heard the second her breathing got too heavy to be normal. He couldn't help but feel a little proud at that. She was comfortable with him talking, so comfortable in fact that she'd fallen asleep to his voice. He didn't mind at all, in fact he kept on telling her the things that had happened, just in case she would wake up. Besides he couldn't help but love hearing her breathing, she sounded so peaceful and he couldn't wait to see her. Butterflies kept bubbling up in his belly. She'd finally called. It hadn't exactly seemed like it was her intentions but she had called. First when he'd seen her name on his display he considered for one second to ignore her, just let her feel the abandonment he'd felt after not hearing from her not even once, but then his heart had skipped a beat. What if she was hurt? What if the reason she was calling him was because she was in danger? What if this was his last chance of hearing her alive? So, he'd answered. At first he'd gotten more and more worried when she didn't say anything, but once she had his relief was immediate. Though he hadn't really understood her first sentence. What was she sorry about, calling him? Something else? Then she'd started crying and that's when he got really worried, Beckett never cried. It wasn't until she'd said that she lied that he'd started connecting it all to her shooting. Did she mean she remembered? Was that why she was crying? What she was apologizing for? She'd also sounded angry. Well, not angry with him, he knew how that sounded.So, he wondered who she was angry with. He hoped he was going to figure out soon enough, hoped they could talk, really talk. But first he'd make sure she actually felt comfortable having him there. Pulling up at the last road to the cabin he tried calling out her name, wanted to wake her up so she wouldn't get frightened by him coming up the parking.

"Castle?"

Her voice was only a mumble, disoriented, sleepy, and he so wished he could see her face. He could only imagine how adorable non-like Beckett she must look, she'd look more like Kate.

"I'm coming up to the cabin in five minutes," he said with a gentle voice, hoping she wouldn't be panicked about him coming.

"Here?" she yawned and he choked the chuckle before it could slip past his lips.

"Yeah, you called me, remember?" he kept his voice low, gentle.

"Eh, yeah, where're you now?" she mumbled and he felt his lips pull up in a smile as he watched the cabin come into view.

"Pulling up at your drive now."

He heard some shuffling along with a mumbling 'ow' and when he looked up he suddenly saw her appearing from the corner of the porch. He chuckled at the way her hair stood out in some places.

"Hanging up now," he stated as he clicked the button in the wheel to close the call.

He rolled the car into a parking spot and shut off the engine, taking a last glance at her before jumping out he saw her arms crossed under her chest, carefully hugging her body. As he jumped out he hoped to god she hadn't changed her mind about letting him drive to her. He didn't care about taking his bag, didn't want to trespass by looking like he had expected to be sleeping over. Slowly he steered his steps towards the porch, towards her. The closer he got the harder his heart was pounding, and she looked absolutely beautiful. She looked vulnerable, yes, and didn't really resemble the strong, hard minded detective he knew, but god she was beautiful anyway.

"Hi," he said, insecurities imbedded in his voice, and stopped a few feet in front of her, not daring to step any closer.

Kate bit her lip, couldn't believe he had actually driven all the way out there to her. Did that prove he was still... that he felt the same way he'd said he did those months ago? Then again, he shouldn't have come. She would most likely only hurt him more, and if not her then maybe the sniper would get to him and god she could not let that happen.