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“None of them were you.” He speaks softly, answers honestly to her regret, her sadness, her concern; yes, other women have seen the lush greens, the azure sea and his magnificent mansion in the halcyon Hamptons; she feels his heart’s truth, sees his beseeching, earnest eyes; Kate knows him.
In her own moment of truth, need and desire, in love’s new chapter, “Always,” Kate finally responds to Rick’s earlier emotional profession of love with her own declaration: “I only want you.”
She thrives on his healing words before, during her darkest days after her mother’s murder, needing his words, this writer; his heroic character, his healing thoughts. She collects his books, waits for his autograph before she ever knows the man, now her love.
Wanting only him, she now puts aside the past and takes his gently offered hand. Cherishing her, Rick guides her closer to his heart; Kate follows him. Their love so old, so new, is reborn.
“Ye Gods!” Alexander Pope once wrote, “Annihilate but space and time, and make two lovers happy.”
Would that the gods could annihilate, remove time and space, wash away all the impediments and allow two lovers happiness. Gods cannot do this alone; we mortals must cleanse and renew ourselves. Kate and Rick must begin a healing, lovers’ journey to put aside the past, his womanizing and shallow missteps and her emotional burdens, fragility and fear of loss.
Thus healing continues at the Hamptons, an emotional visit for Kate, no doubt, recalling her missed opportunity to go there with Rick when invited two years earlier, reminding her of Rick’s easy replacement, Gina, his ex wife, only too happy to go with Rick, thus erasing any intimate chance between the writer and his muse.
Then, so long ago yet so recent, burying her hurt, Kate turns to her mother’s murder-board, her destructive obsession and to Josh, a good man she does not love, who will not leave her broken. Perhaps Kate remembers the danger, the past heart-break of loving Rick Castle. Still she needs him, goes with him, her love, to the Hamptons and risks herself.
Imposing, slightly intimidating, Rick’s opulent Hamptons’ home, a mansion of staggering beauty amazes Kate at first and awakens her insecurities. Are you rich, Castle? Beyond reach?
But knowing Rick’s generosity of spirit, his meaningful gifts to her always, and kind ways, perhaps Kate also recalls Rick’s words to her the previous year: “Money doesn’t change who you are; it just magnifies your personality.”
This she knows well, his personality. Once a lonely only child, Rick wants to please and to share his bounty with his friends and family and especially with Kate. He is a man who radiates his joy and belief in tomorrow, who makes a difference and strives to be a better man and father. He is an unlikely hero, and a hopeful man.
In “Nikki Heat,” Rick warns Kate, finds and saves her from the explosion, the fire, and the destruction of her home; then in the wreckage, he finds her father’s watch which Kate wears in loving honor of Jim Beckett’s battle and redemption from alcoholism.
Rick restores the watch to Kate, in his hopeful way of fixing two broken treasures. Rick cares about her as Agent Jordan Shaw proclaims to Kate. For her pleasure, another time, he gifts her with the Temptation Lane soap- opera, cast- picture, reclaiming Kate’s treasured memories of the show, of days spent with her beloved mother.
So many times Rick presents Kate with tangible things and himself, ready to stand by her, support her and save her from danger, her enemies and from herself.
Rick admits in “Lucky Stiff,” that “money magnified his inner child at first,” spending with reckless abandon, but then later realizing that what he cares about is “freedom, freedom to write, to spend time with Alexis.”
Afraid to appear too serious, Rick then breaks the moment with a bit of fun, reminding Kate with his self-deprecating words that he did buy some property on the moon; he makes Kate laugh, thinking to cement his cavalier disguise.
Now in the Hamptons’ evening’s quietude, their lovers’ retreat, poignant, piano notes echo from Robert Duncan’s theme song “I Only Want You.” …la la la la la la; la la la la; la la la la la la.
Slower, softer and sweeter, tinkling now, the notes, a bridge to the very same tune, staccato then, insistent then in “Always,” matching, mirroring that heart-pulsating, passionate love scene, notes, so magical now, airy, delicate, thematically repeated, remind, resound, echo in the Hamptons’ heavens, uniting two lovers.
The tinkling piano notes herald the love scene framed at the pool and in the quiet light of the bedroom; so, too, in “After Hours” and ”Probable Cause” and other intimate interludes and episodes, past and present, the notes, the variations too sweet so recognizable: “I only want you,” and answered:
“None of them were you.”
The camera frames Rick’s blue-bathed, lighted pool. Shining approval, the starry heavens offer invitation. Rick serves to make the water warmer if it will please Kate. She stands before him, naked, barriers down, ready to immerse in the baptismal warm waters with him. Then quickly Kate hides, robes her naked body when they are interrupted by a man, staggering, falling into the pool, dead.
Indeed, much detail has been written about this fantastic and funny episode over the months since it first aired; I, too, have written about it here in another archived article, “Let Lips Do What Hands do.”
But four years ago Rick and Kate first meet over a copy-cat murder, and since then, murder investigations draw them closer, building theory, and cases together, completing each other’s sentences, usually lost in their own world. Then they surface and realize their need and desire for each other; sometimes this understanding terrifies them and they retreat.
Theories and solutions, words and deductions beget sexual tension, each rapidly responding to the other before anyone else can begin to catch up. If alone, their words cloak a lover’s foreplay, complete with a stare of recognition, a yearning for more, their eyes locked, searching, speaking what the heart knows. Aware! Transfixed! Desire! The world is theirs only.
In the Hamptons’ heat, however, Kate wants loving first, and Rick is all for case building (yes, the body in the pool), and coffee’s stimulation, their special connection. Will wonders never cease as off he trots his mincing dash for the brew? They investigate the case, aiding the local, bumpkin-esque, inexperienced sheriff, forestalling their vacation.
Then Rick desires some loving touches and kisses; and Kate, well, now she is into case building and solving a puzzle, and we laugh at the side-tracks and interruptions, this metaphor of their loves’ progression. The buildup…the tension…we want more, but laugh…
Oh, finally! Rick cannot resist the case and Kate’s pull, caught up in their mutual, pulse-pounding, rapid- fire discoveries:
“Why would they kill him out here?” Kate excites.
“Unless part of the drug business was out here.” Rick responds.
“That explains the helicopter pad.” Kate posits.
“Why he slept with Natalia.”
“He needed approval to get the helipad.”
Rick concludes: “Move in the product in the helicopter rather than the boat or car.”
With every rapid fire deduction and conclusion, they act as they always have; in this their lovers’ foreplay. They step into each other as they snap off answers, shake their heads, yea or nay; Rick retorts and moves into Kate’s space. Kate responds and steps into her man’s space. Deductions and theories fly; case continues, and love is on fire. Solutions sail into the breach!
Excitement builds. Closer and closer they match wits, toe to toe, mano e mano, certainly no mano e muir, and no gummy bears betting- chips, innocently involved. Rick makes his move, grabs Kate’s slim body passionately, clasps, snaps and slams her, locked tightly against him.
Kate sighs or moans; their eager, open lips almost interlocked, ready to plunge, to taste, are a breath apart; their bodies… no spare space between; the kiss and passion are coming. We wait with bated breath…at last.
Then Kate, remembering, implores Rick to call Ryan and Esposito, an important task to be honest. Reluctantly, but responsibly, Rick releases Kate, moves away, off to call her team. The expressions on Rick’s face, his loving checked, and on Kate’s face, her case opened again, are priceless, a tribute to Stana’s and Nathan’s exceptional chemistry and acting prowess.
Such verbal foreplay between them, always there from the first day, sans sensual touch before, only eyes speaking and souls surrendering, how did their hearts ever survive? And ours? And this scene highlights it so brilliantly. For sexual- innuendo and shattering-intimacy, it rivals the heart-stopping handshake.
I am still laughing and moved all at once with the writers’ and actors’ brilliance; their words, their steps, onward in witty combat; the snap, grab, stare, and above all else, adoration and desire depicted.
And now with episodes anew, we see even more, the soul-searching hug, the recognition and abandon in the library embrace, Kate’s stroking Rick’s face in relief in “Probable Cause,” so telling, heart-wrenching their need for each other’s touch.
Their searing looks and hunger in “The Final Frontier” and their clandestine need to be near each other in “Swan Song,” it’s all there, in each encounter often along with the piano notes and/or variations of “I only Want You,” and in Rick’s response in “After Hours.”
Catching a leaping Kate in mid- air before she falls, Rick whispers: “Come here,” and his answer to her fears of losing him: “No! Never! Never! Never,” will I leave you, his corollary to the words spoken in the Hamptons under that magnificent October sky: “None of them were you.” The piano speaks too; its variations and love notes; we listen.
When the case is closed, two lovers retreat at last to spend their night together, and Kate, embracing her Nikki Heat persona, demonstrates to Rick or Jameson exactly what her heart desires most…him. “I only want you,” and yes, “none of them were you.”
As the scene fades, a shooting star glides across the heavens; for now, all is well with their world; they are together in love’s embrace, no sign of stars misaligned or star-crossed fates for Rick and Kate.
FBI agent Jordan Shaw understands so well when regarding Nikki Heat, she tells Kate: “She is after all, part you part Castle.” And Rick and Kate, two lovers, rejoice now with their creation.