A possible interrogation seen I thought of for Probable Cause. Enjoy and please review because its my first fanfic. I have no clue if its good or if I should stick to just reading.

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Beckett just had to ask, full of reluctance and butterflies in her stomach. Brows furrowed and jaws clenching to match the tension she was feeling both physically and emotionally, "Where were you last Friday night?"

Castle slowly leaned forward and Beckett matched his move, a poker face hiding the pain of what he may now be losing due to evidence that isn't his, whispering his remembrance, "You know where."

Beckett sat back in disbelief, how can he be thinking about that at a time like this, emotionless, "Before that Castle."

Ouch. That stung. He sat back a little defeated at the sudden disbelief of accusations and a bit confused as to what this was really about: murder or trust; he decided to play it safe, less confusing and so frustrating. With tears in his eyes he croaks out, "I think I'd like my lawyer now."

Beckett didn't want him lawyering up. This was taking it to a whole new level and would make it even more difficult for her to help. "Castle, I can't help you if you don't tell me where you were last Friday night."

"Kate." Castle pleaded with rimmed eyes.

"The truth Castle," she states in her normal detective voice. Beckett wasn't ready to let this go. She has to know because every time the seed of doubt is planted she squishes it. But lately, that seed is becoming more and more difficult to squish by herself.

Castle now knows this is more than just murder. He sees it in her eyes. How can she not trust me? "Beckett, I am telling you the truth. After all this time, why is it you don't believe me?"

Hmm…good question. Maybe because you've been divorced twice and lived on page six after that. "Oh I don't know, maybe because all the evidence is pointing to you."

Geez this woman is maddening. What the hell are we talking about here? I'm going to go with murder. "Yes, but it wouldn't be the first time the evidence is wrong."

Lost in the moment and caught up in her trust issues she forgets she's Beckett for a moment and is full on Kate saying, "What are you saying Rick?"

"I'm being setup Kate. You know me, I didn't do this."

"Do I?" Kate asks with the pain of her last faltering trust as if her world is about to crumble.

"What?" Castle asks confused, does she what?

"Do I know you? I mean we've been dating for only a few months." Ooops…did I just say that out loud?

Bingo. There it is and this is definitely more than just murder. I'm not even going to touch the trust issue right now. "Yes but I've been you're partner for four years. Doesn't that count for something?"

"I don't know what to believe right now." Kate says warily, confused, and hoping this would all just go away as she drops her head and digs the palms of her hands into her eyes relieving a little of the tension.

She knows what to believe, she's just scared. "Yes you do, you're just..."

"Just what, Castle?" Kate asks as she looks back up from her hands, mouth open in anticipation, eyes hopeful and holding her breath.

"Just…wait. What did you just say?"

Kate responds, "Stop trying to change the..."

"I'm not, what did you just say?" Castle abruptly interrupts because the cobwebs in his mind are clearing like they do when he's coming up with a theory. It's on the tip, just a quick rewind.

"I don't know….what to believe?" Kate says again except this time a lot more confused.

"That's it!" Castle snaps his fingers in antics. He's got it.

"What's it?" Kate asks still lost with where he's going.

"You don't know what to believe….this is unbelievable…..I mean…the jewelry…the fingerprints….the photo…Friday night..." Castle says the last part wagging his eyebrows going for just a little humor as relief begins to set in because he's working a theory.

Just then the door flies open and a tall older man, older than castle, with grey distinguishing hair and a suit to match, "Richard Castle, I recommend you not say another word."

"Not now!" Both, Beckett and Castle turn to him and say. They're on to something, building theory, and now is not the time for interruptions. Beckett and Castle both have stupid grins on their face.

The lawyer is stunned. What has he just walked into? But he quickly sees his place, standing back, quietly observing but ready to jump in if needed at any moment. Beckett is stunned too. Even on opposite ends they're still in sync and that gives her hope. Her eyes shift to Castle with a guarded optimistic look…about the predicament…about their future.

"Beckett. I'm telling you, I didn't do this and stop looking at me like that. Instead why don't you track down the real killer?" Castle tells her. She needs to focus, hell he needs to focus. Both of them just quietly stare at each other. Like some sort of stand-off, waiting for the other side to show their cards first because they both know the conversation they've been having is so much more than murder. Sure, to any prying ears that's all they'd hear but to both of them they just knew it meant more.

The lawyer beginning to feel the uncomfortable silence seizes his opportunity, "Detective Beckett, I'm Jerry Tucker and I'll be representing…"

"That's it!" Castle cuts him off. Tucker turns to eye the source of his frustration – his client.

"What?" Kate asks.

"Jerry." Castle begins to explain.

"Yes." Tucker responds to his name.

"Not you." Both Beckett and Castle say to him in annoyance. Neither looks at him nor breaks their eye contact with a quirk of a smile playing on Beckett's lips and a subtle eyebrow raise on Castle's face.

Tucker sheepishly begins, "Okay now I'm confused. Richard, don't say another word." He finishes as his confusion turns to anger.

"Jerry Tyson, 3XK! It has to be. It's just unbelievable enough to be him." Castle can see the wheels turning behind her eyes as she coaxes him on with her brow. "Beckett…Kate, you have to," but he's cut off again and now he doesn't care as he looks with predatory eyes because building up a good theory with her is just like building up to…um, yeah, focus Castle…he corrects himself.

"Stop using my first name and stop looking at me like that." Beckett chides him. She then slides her chair back, gives him a softer look because now she has another direction to follow. She just needs to get the evidence to support the theory.

She makes her way to the door, opening it with one last look of guilt over her shoulder and a sorrowful smile plays on her mouth. "Take him down to holding" she quietly says to the cop waiting outside.

Shutting the door behind her and just like that she's gone.

Poll-finish or continue?