Author's note: This isn't my first attempt at a Castle fic but it is the first one I actually publish :) I'm not done writing another chapter yet and just wanted to see if you guys like it so far and have some ideas to where this could be going (I certainly have). Maybe even some speculations about what Rick sends Kate?

Anyway, reviews (and non-dense criticism) are greatly appreciated, even if it's just something like ":)" or "more".

ps: this isn't betaed.

Okay. Here we go! Sorry it isn't much. YET!

Whops, disclaimer: Don't own Castle, just playing around someone else's sandbox...

I send this, just in case

Kate Beckett was lying in her bed, starring at the ceiling. She was sure that it was already past midnight and it would take quite some time to get rid of the two black lines of mascara on her cheeks that were left from crying. But she didn't care. She could as well deal with these in the morning. To be honest, she wasn't even bothered by the fact that she was still fully clothed, the only things missing her shoes and her leather jacket.

She blinked, her eyes dry from the starring and the many tears she had shed a few hour before. She didn't even know why she cried.

Well, obviously, she had started because of him. Mere hours before, she broke it off with Demming, just to find out that Castle was taking his ex-wife with him to the Hamptons.

And once she started crying she couldn't stop herself. Tears were running down her cheeks and she didn't even know why. She just felt like it. At least she felt a slight bit better than before.

Now she was lying on her bed, in the dark, not really seeing her ceiling anymore, trying to figure out what had hurt her more for what felt like the hundredths time this night. Castle leaving with his ex or Castle not getting that she was about to tell him something personal. Something important.

With a sight she decided it was the latter, whispering an annoyed 'How could you be so blind, Castle?' to her ceiling.

She tried her hardest to blame him for her misery but, and she had had this coming right from the moment she unlocked the door to her flat, deep down she knew it was also her fault.

She was the one who ran of with someone else in the first place- well at least she intended to- and he only… followed her example.

She got up, took her clothes off and laid back, only wearing a bra and panties. She snuggled into her duvet and, still trying to be solely mad at him, she drifted off to sleep…