A/N: Watched the S3 finale last night, and I couldn't get it out of my mind.
I'm the first to admit I was screaming and cursing at the TV screen *hates Gina*
Okay, so first Castle fic ever... Takes place during the last scene of S3 finale... Castle's POV
Spelling is Australian/British-English, not American English :D okay?

I knew you were going to say something big, the way you were fumbling over your words.

So when Gina came along and latched onto me like the piranha I know you know she is...

Don't think I didn't see it.

Because I did.

Don't think I didn't see your face fall, and the walls go up behind your eyes.

Because I did.

...See the thing is: I had an epiphany at that poker game.

You're not my muse anymore.

You're my distraction.

When I'm around you, I don't think about Nikki Heat. Nikki Heat doesn't even cross my mind.

And why would I want her to, when my thoughts are all "Beckett"?

...When my thoughts are all about the very wonderful you.

Don't think I couldn't feel your sorrow when Gina announced that she was coming to the Hamptons with me.

I actually share your sentiments, despite all appearances to the contrary.

Because Gina makes me think about Nikki Heat, whether I want to or not.

She reminds me that she's my publisher, and that I'm a world famous author, with deadlines and deranged fans and responsibilities upon responsibilities.

And that's why she's coming to the Hamptons with me, no matter what she damn well says.

Because the thing is, when I'm around you, everything else fades away until there's nothing left but you and me.

All I can think about it how exquisitely wonderful it would be if you were mine.

Your hair tousled, and your lips kiss-swollen. My name on your lips.

And when that happens I can hardly breathe, let alone write.

And right now, I need to write.

I need to get Nikki Heat out of the way.

Because then it'll just be me and you.

A/N: Let me know what you think...