Kate Beckett was at a loss for words.
Wasn't this what he wanted? She had finally seen the light of day and realized that she liked Castle back. She was just about to tell him that when his stupid ex-wife waltzed up and whisked him away for the summer.
She hated to admit it, but she was actually going to miss him. Now more than ever. She wasn't entirely sure how she was going to get by, his hare-brained theories were occasionally helpful.
Quit it, Kate, she chastised herself. You were getting along just fine until he came along. You're just making a bigger deal out of it than it needs to be.
She was suddenly overcome with a wave of anger at herself. If she had only said yes to the Hamptons when he first asked, this wouldn't be happening.
Beckett let out annoyed sigh. She couldn't be mad at herself for about that. Her reasons for saying no were rock solid... she couldn't handle being away from work for that long.
"Yo Beckett, you okay?" Espisito asked, walking up to where Beckett was sitting on her desk.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she lied. "I'm just going to finish this paperwork and leave."She pointed to the stack that had accumulated on her desk.
Espisito shrugged and left her alone.
She sighed and began the rather boring task at hand.
For once, Rick Castle didn't know how to feel.
He had vowed not to let this one get away, one was one too many. So he had let her go.
But wasn't that just as bad? Maybe even worse? He had given up in both cases, first on Kyra, and now on Beckett.
And they both hurt just the same.
Castle was having a hard time paying attention to the woman at his side. Gina. Why had he married her? He had honestly forgotten.
"...Aren't you excited?" she practically squealed.
"Huh?" said Castle, snapping out of his trance.
"Aren't you excited?" she repeated expectantly.
He nodded and stared at the closed elevator doors.
Gina frowned. "You're thinking about her again, aren't you?"
Castle looked up and gave her a guilty nod.
She scowled at him. "I would say go back if you can't stand not thinking about him for more than two seconds, but you have a book to write."
Right. He thought. A book.
It was going to be a long summer.