Been a while huh? Sorry about the lack of updates. There's really no excuse except for lack of ideas recently. I am wrapping this one up really soon. There will probably only be one more after this chapter, which I will try to get up before Still tomorrow night. Thank you to everyone who has been following it. I am working on another one shot that will hopefully be up later this week.

Two hours later she was booking it to the bathroom again. Castle felt the pressure on his chest when she pushed off of him sprinting full on for the bathroom. His chest was a puddle of sweat and he wondered if it was from her. As he got up out of bed to follow her to the bathroom he made a mental note to check for a fever.

When he entered the bathroom Kate sat on the floor, knees pulled up to her chest and her head flung back on the corner of the bath tub. She looked pale and absolutely miserable. He did what he had done earlier that day, wetted a wash cloth and handed it to her. He smoothly brushed his hand against her forehead. She was on fire.

"Sorry," she croaked. Her throat was obviously killing her. He smiled down at her even though her eyes were closed and she couldn't see him. He rubbed the wash cloth gently around her face and threw it back toward the sink. He couldn't tell if she was even still awake and without thinking about it he put and arm under her neck and another one under her knees and eased her up into his arms. Kate curled into him, not once thinking about how pathetic it was that her boyfriend was carrying her because she was too weak to walk the fifteen or less steps back to bed.

He gently laid her on the bed and went back to the bathroom to get her some medicine and water. When he came back into the room she was out cold, spread out in the middle of the bed. Seeing as there was no place for him to sit he set the medicine and the water on his bed side table (that was the side she was closes to), and made his way to office to write.

Kate woke to a scratchy throat, a pounding head, but best of all the smell of Castle's cologne. After orienting herself she realized he was not in bed with her, and that she was all the way over on her side of the bed. Looking up at his night stand, she saw the medicine and the water and gratefully accepted it. Then she rolled over to her side and looked at her phone. Dozens of missed texts and calls, all from the precinct. Great.

She pushed back the covers and slowly padded into his office where his back was turned to her, feet up on the desk, lap top in lap writing. She smiled briefly as he turned around.

"Hey," he jumped to his feet to give her a bone crushing hug. "How are you feeling?"

She shrugged and tightened her grip around his waist. She's needed this: the closeness with him; she needed him just holding her and soothing all her pain away. A day off was a perfect thing for today.

"I'm actually kind of hungry." Her voice was so quiet, so not like her usually Detective Beckett voice that he worried about her. "Just something small."

"Soup?" He asked. She nodded in response.

The two made their way to the kitchen. Kate took a seat at the bar while Castle got out a can of soup for them to split.

"Do you know what brought this on?" He was curious. Her sickness seemed out of nowhere. In five years, she had not been sick once and now all of the sudden she was, it just didn't make sense.

"No. I almost never get sick," she said, her words reflecting his thoughts.

When their dinner was gone they made their way to the couch. Castle flipped on the TV and went straight for the saved DVR recordings. He turned on Temptation Lane.

Castle sat down not too far away from Kate, but close enough that she could come close the gap if she wanted to; she did. She curled into his side resting her head on his shoulder and a hand over his heart. He threw his arms over the back of the couch to give her more closeness.

"You know, when you ran to the bathroom to throw up in the middle of the night, I thought you might be pregnant." He had said it as a joke, but when he felt Kate's head snap up for him shoulder and he saw the look in her eyes, he realized it wasn't so funny.

It was a look he had never seen before. A little bit of fear mixed with desperation. It looked like she had just remembered something terrible. What he didn't know is that these thoughts going through his mind were exactly what that look meant.

"Kate?"

The question hung in the air for a while, until Kate jumped off the couch and sprinted for their bathroom.