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Just a reminder that this happened. THIS HAPPENED. IN REAL LIFE. 

Rook, can you come into my office for a second?”
“Of course.”
The blinds were still closed. Heat clicked the lock on the door as she closed it behind herself. She turned off the lights. “I’m sorry,” she said in a husky voice. “But there’s something I think we need to take care of.”
Then she unfastened one of the buttons on her blouse.
“We have maybe twenty minutes right now,” she said. “It’ll take at least that long for Simpson to respond to the warrant request and for Oach to get a team assembled.” She undid another button. Rook’s eyes went down to the lacy fringe of her bra and the curve of her breast.
“I know we said we’d do this tonight,” she said, with a little bit of a moan. “But I’m not sure I can wait any longer.”
One more button gone. Rook’s eyes were wide.
“Office sex?” he said, his tone reverent.
She nodded.
“Come over here,” she said, reclining on the floor on the far side of the room, by the wall. “I want you to take me right here. I’m afraid if we do it on the desk it’ll make too much noise.”
Rook practically dove on the floor next to her. She rolled on top of him.
“You have been an incredibly difficult suspect,” she said, then she pulled out a pair of handcuffs from her belt. “And I’m afraid our interrogation is about to get rough.”
“How rough?” Rook asked.
“I think it’s safe to say this will be an act of police brutality you’ll never forget,” she said.
As she slipped one half of the cuff on Rook’s right wrist, she began gnawing on his earlobe. Rook’s breath was already ragged.
“I have been so bad,” he panted. “Please, please punish me.”
“Oh, I will,” she said.
Then she quickly pulled his wrist to the side and fastened the other half of the cuffs to the leg of the radiator before rolling off of him.
Rook looked over, his comprehension growing as other parts of him were shrinking.
Heat was already hastily closing up her blouse. “Sorry,” she said. “But I can’t have you running around out there while our suspects are still at large. I’ll come unlock you later, once we have them in custody.
—  High Heat, Richard Castle
I fell in love with you the day we met. I believe your first words to me were something like, ‘Stay in the car, or I swear I’ll shoot you’. I have to cop to being a writer instead of a cop. But instead of thoroughly dismissing me as the pest I probably was— and/ or shooting me— you performed a miracle in my life, Nikki, by doing the best thing anyone has ever done for me. You trusted me. Simply, completely, and unconditionally. Except for my occasional conspiracy theories, many of which, may I say, have been borne out. What happened when you and I started to become us was the next miracle. I began to live a dream because you enhance everything. Even a New York skyline. With you I saw for the first time how the windows of the Carlyle gleam like orange jewels at sunset. You taught me that if I close my eyes on the Highline, it smells like a poppy field in Tuscany. I’ll never forget how we went for an early-spring run once, and it suddenly started snowing big fat flakes, turning Central Park into our own private snow globe. And then, when I whispered ‘Rosebud,’ you got it— you really got it! The world with you is exciting, whether it’s a Bowery sidewalk or the Île de la Cité…We have so much in common. We like the same wines, we’ve read the same books, and now, we share the same home. We’ve even shared a bullet. How many newlyweds can say that? Hemingway once said, ‘The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.’ I’m no Hemingway, but I would add, ‘And the best way to tell if you love somebody, is to have it be Nikki Heat.’ And now I, Jameson Rook, promise my eternal love to you, Nikki Heat. Simply, completely, and unconditionally. Until death do us part.
—  Driving Heat, Richard Castle

I fell in love with you the day we met. I believe your first words to me were something like, ‘Stay in the car, or I swear I’ll shoot you…..I have to cop to being a writer instead of a cop. But instead of thoroughly dismissing me as the pest I probably was— and/ or shooting me— you performed a miracle in my life, Nikki, by doing the best thing anyone has ever done for me. You trusted me. Simply, completely, and unconditionally. Except for my occasional conspiracy theories, many of which, may I say, have been borne out.

“What happened when you and I started to become us was the next miracle. I began to live a dream because you enhance everything. Even a New York skyline. With you I saw for the first time how the windows of the Carlyle gleam like orange jewels at sunset. You taught me that if I close my eyes on the Highline, it smells like a poppy field in Tuscany. I’ll never forget how we went for an early-spring run once, and it suddenly started snowing big fat flakes, turning Central Park into our own private snow globe. And then, when I whispered ‘Rosebud,’ you got it— you really got it! The world with you is exciting, whether it’s a Bowery sidewalk or the Île de la Cité….“

“Hemingway once said, ‘The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.’ I’m no Hemingway, but I would add, ‘And the best way to tell if you love somebody, is to have it be Nikki Heat.’” 

“And now I, Jameson Rook, promise my eternal love to you, Nikki Heat. Simply, completely, and unconditionally. Until death do us part.

—  Driving Heat, Richard Castle

You’re hiding behind your journalistic prerogative—"

“It’s in the Constitution—”

“Like it provided you some invisible cloak, if such a thing could exist.”

“Oh, they exist, all right.”

“Rook, I’m not talking about Harry Potter.”

“Let us not speak disdainfully of a cultural icon and, all right, my sometime alter ego.

—  Driving Heat, Richard Castle

We met through our work and ended up partners in crime. And now, here we are, about to become partners in life. Yes, we did share a bullet, but we do share much more. Like a belief in goodness, in people, in laughter, in friendship, but most of all, in each other. What we didn’t already share when we met, I have learned from you. You have shown me that things are never as far as you thought, nor as impossible as they seem. And that fools drive, lovers enjoy the ride. “

“Our ride has been unconventional to say the least. Just surviving to get to this moment was a minor miracle. But just when I thought I couldn’t get any closer to you, or feel more certain of our marriage, that experience created a bond nothing will ever break.”

“….I will always love you, Jameson Rook. I will always be there for you. I will be your friend, and, yes, your partner in crime forever. As every moment from this day forth becomes the time of our lives.

—  Driving Heat, Richard Castle
Reunion sex,” he said. “Nothing like it.”
“Hotel sex? Sex on the roof? And what about that time in the back
of the squad car?”
“Oh, right. You know I’m very sorry to hear the NYPD is retiring
the noble Crown Victoria from the fleet. Fuel economy is one thing.
A spacious and, might I say, firm, backseat is another.
— 

Raging Heat, Richard Castle

That sound you hear is thousands of fangirls whispering ‘I knew it’. 

  • Jameson Rook: I'm trying to figure out ... did I bite my own tongue when you kicked me in the face, or did you do it?
  • Nikki Heat: I want to lean on Forensics to cough up that report on Pochenko's blue jeans.
  • Rook: I don't recall getting bitten any time ...
  • Heat: Blackout probably set the lab behind on schedule, but it's been long enough.
  • Rook: Things were happening fast and, dare I say, furious.
  • Heat: I'm betting those fibers match.
  • Rook: But still ... you'd think I'd remember a bite.
  • Heat: Surveillance video be damned, somehow he got in there, I'd bet on it. I know he likes his fire escapes.
  • Rook: Am I talking too much.
  • Heat: Yes.
  • Rook: ...
  • Heat: ...
  • Rook: ....
  • Heat: ....
  • Rook: ....
  • Heat: ....
  • Heat: When you're done, go to the precinct and wait for me. I'll meet you there after I finish at the impound. By the way? Yes. I did bite your tongue.
As Nikki approached, [Rook] took her in his arms and pulled her to him. She wrapped herself around him and squeezed hard. They clung tight to each other a good while. When they finally separated, he still held her, resting a palm on each arm. “Thank God, you’re OK.”
—  Richard Castle, Frozen Heat

The first thing Rook saw was Nikki’s face when he came out of sedation from his surgery at Bellevue that night. She gave his hand a squeeze. He smiled and said, “Diamondback.”

“Hey, it’s me. You’re in Bellevue.”

“Diamondback.”

Heat’s eyes went to the nurse taking his temperature. “You’d be surprised some of the things they say when they’re out of it.”

“I can hear you, and I’m not out of it.” He squeezed Heat’s hand in return. “I was dreaming about our honeymoon. We were at a dude ranch I heard about in Diamondback, Arizona. Nik, that would be so much fun.”

“Keep dreaming. You want me to go on a honeymoon in a place named after a poisonous snake?

—  Driving Heat, Richard Castle
Nikki fought tears; coming around to kneel over Rook, she compressed the wound with one hand and stroked his face with the other. “Hang on, Rook, you hear me? Help’s coming, you hang on. Please?”
The sirens stopped right outside and flashing lights filled the hangar. “In here!” shouted Nikki. “Hurry, I’m losing him.” Verbalizing the thought crushed Heat, and she barked out an involuntary sob as his face lost more color.
—  Heat Rises by Richard Castle