Half way through the movie Beckett felt her eyes become droopy.

"Castle I've gotta go, it's late and I'm getting tired." Beckett said as she prepared herself to get up, instead she just felt Castle's arm tighten around her waist.

"No…just stay…the night." Castle said half asleep. His voice was low and scratchy and gave Beckett a weird feeling in her stomach, it was a good feeling. There was no way she could say no to him, she didn't care what they would deal with in the morning right now she was absorbed in the moment.

"Fine." She said, thankful it was dark so Castle couldn't see the big childish grin that had somehow found its way onto her face. She let herself sink back into Castle's arm and she laid her head on his chest and fell asleep to the up and down rhythm his chest had each time he took a breath.

Castle was woken up by the bright light that was streaming through the windows, he looked down at the head that was resting on his chest, he recognized the familiar light brown hair and the scent of cherries that filled his nose and immediately knew who it was.

"Good morning." He said with a scratchy voice, he rubbed the waist that his hand was around and waited as she began to slightly toss and turn. Her face ended up in his chest and she took in the familiar scent and opened her eyes scared that this was all just a dream. She was happy when she saw Castle's face staring at her.

"Good morning." She replied, she smiled at him and stretched out her arms; she turned onto her back and laid across Castle's legs.

"I'll make us breakfast, if you want you can take a shower in the guest bathroom, I'm just not sure what you will do for a change of clothes." Castle said never letting his eyes break away from hers. "Oh well we have some time before we have to go down to the precient I could through your jeans in the washer and I could lend you a shirt."

"Um if you can find a shirt that can pass as being mine then that would be great." She said with a smile. She sat up bringing her face closer to his, she fought back the urge to kiss him and instead blurted out "Thank Castle…for last night." She got up off his lap and made her way upstairs to the guest bathroom regretting every moment after she got up off of his lap. She didn't know what had taken over her but they were these new amazing feelings that she didn't want to go away.

Castle ran his fingers through his hair and took in a deep breath, he couldn't believe he had spent the night cuddled up with Beckett and she had woken up in the morning and not killed him. His feelings for Beckett have taken an all new level. He broke out of his haze and finally got up to start breakfast. As he was putting on the coffee he heard a lot of commotion coming from the street. He walked up to the one of the windows that was in the living room and peeked outside, he saw a mob of reporters and paparazzi already starting to form outside his apartment building. It took him a while before he realized why they were here, they thought that Beckett and him were a couple, crap he thought, Beckett was going to kill him if she found out, but how were they going to leave the building there was no other way out except the front entrance.

About fifteen later Beckett walks into the kitchen in a pair of Castle's pajama pants and one of his over sized t-shirts. She was carrying her jeans and shirt from the night before. Castle took them from her and threw them in the washer.

"I hope you don't mind I saw these folded in a basket by the guest bedroom and decided to wear them." She yelled after him as she sat down in one of the bar stools surrounding the island in the kitchen. He walked back into the kitchen with a smile.

"No it's totally OK with me." Castle said contemplating if he should tell her about the paparazzi or not. He begins to scramble the eggs he had cooking and apparently he scrambles them just a little too hard because Beckett interrupts him.

"What did those eggs ever do to you?" She asked with a chuckle. He turned and faced her, he put his elbows on the island and propped his chin on his hands.

"It's not the eggs it's the…" He stopped, he didn't want her to get upset at him, he enjoyed last night and he wants it to happen again but if she finds out the paparazzi is downstairs waiting for them she will never want to come over again he concludes.

"Rick, spit it out." Beckett said not even realizing she called him by his first name. Castle stood there with a shocked look on his face that worried Beckett. He didn't speak and instead grabbed her hand and led her to the window; he pulled back the blinds and let her look at the scene downstairs for herself.