A/N: For those of you who have not watched Driven or cannot watch it until a later date, this little drabble/oneshot is not for you. I tag it as “castlespoilers” anyway, for those of you who do not wish to give into temptation. But, I can’t say I didn’t warn those of you who didn’t wait ;)
Kate Beckett isn’t a cuddler. She’s not clingy and yet, when Castle moves from their embrace she stiffens and clutches him closer. She groans at how pathetically stereotypical she’s become.
"Honey," he sighs into her hair. She wrinkles her nose. "I’m not going to disappear for two months; I just need to use the bathroom."
She stiffens again, this time for a reason that doesn’t cross by him. “Too soon,” she breathes. And it is. Maybe in a couple years or decades or centuries she will find any jokes about his disappearance funny. She doubts it.
"Too soon," he agrees and she sighs heavily. Its not as though she believes he’s going to run off again and come back with no recollection of being gone at all. As fuzzy as his memory is, she has to believe that there’s some truth among the lies.