Gosh, that was amazing. So many feelings, heartstrings - deep, emotional. I've read it three times - still can't stop. Beautiful.
Would you mind if I translate it into Russian for the Russian Castle-community? I'm sure they will love it as much as I do.

This one was just super! Excellent!

So very nice!

Just wonderful. Caskett and love - they mean same.

Beautiful story! I wish they could have been together to comfort each other like this in the show.

Beautifully written story, you captured the feelings and emotions of the aftermath of Kate's shooting wonderfully. I'm kinda new to the world of Castle fanfic and your work is some I'll definitely be following.

Every story of yours I read floors me. It truly does. You are AMAZING.

Damn you! You write such utterly heart-wrenching but superb stories but they end! The imagery of their mutual nightmares and their shared need to find comfort in each other's arms? You weave a tapestry of sight and sound ensnares and bewitches, chezchuckles!

Oh man, that's amazing. Them calling each other because they have nightmares and have to hear and see for themselves that the other is okay. Ahhh, just perfect. Not to mention the 'I'm in love with you' from Kate. Just perfectly written. Thank you!

nicely done. I wish it were like that...

wow. beautiful and powerful.

I Liked It! ;D

That was a FABULOUSLY in-character way for Castle and Beckett to declare their love to each other. The dialogue was exceptional.

So much fabulous writing in this chapter! Here are some of my favorites:

- At four in the morning, no one else is awake. So she slides her fingers over the phone and cradles it for a moment, not truly debating with herself, just waiting for the ripeness of the moment.

- She still holds outs, thinking it's better if she does, thinking that she's got to be her old self again someday, in the near future no less, but even as she lets her thumb trace his lip, she's arranging herself around him, orienting to him like a plant to the sun.

- If she'd taken him out for a spin on their first case, she would've returned him to the dealer, gone for a cheaper model. If she'd let him into her heart, shown him her skin, he'd have no idea what to do with it back then; he would've tried to fill her up, scribbled over her blank page, marred the beautiful lines now written between them.

I've got sugar rush, and a huge smile. Thank you.