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I do believe that I am a great actress. I have fans, so yes; I take pride in my line of work. But even I can't pretend to be not surprised by the fact that Kate Beckett is dating my son. No one could deny the tension between the two of them and I'm not saying that I'm not happy for him finally getting his act together but I am surprised.
I've been instructed to go easy on her tonight when we have dinner because apparently the dinner with her father didn't go as planned.
"I found myself hallucinating!" Richard practically screamed at me when he got home from the dinner. I wasn't entirely sure what he meant by that remark, but I decided to go with it.
"It can't have been that bad dear," when I say that, I mean that. Richard has been known to over react on things ever since he was a child. He walked over to the couch and fell down face first, burying his head in a throw pillow.
"He hates me Mother!" he half yelled. By this time, I didn't know what else to say. The only person who could make him feel better about anything like this was Alexis.
"Well when are we going to dinner?" I looked at him with nothing but a serious expression. He looked at me like I had just killed someone. He stood up off the couch and walked over to the fridge, grabbing the can of whipped cream and slamming the door shut so hard it swung back open.
"You don't think we're actually going to continue this madness, do you?" he started shaking his head rapidly and spraying whipped cream in his own mouth. So unsanitary, I've been put off whipped cream for a very long time.
"Well, I think it's only fair that I meet the man that did this to my son," I put my hands on my hips and stood with my feet planted firmly on the floor. I hadn't needed to be this stern with him since…well, actually it wasn't as long ago as people think.
"Fine, but you have to meet Beckett first. I don't want you meeting…Jim for a while," he shuddered when he said Jim's name.
"What's wrong? Why are you so reluctant to say Jim or to even talk about what happened that night?" I really could not think of what might have happened in the short period of time Kate wasn't there.
"I may be over reacting but I just don't want to talk about it ok? Now, I know. First impressions are everything," he said before slurping down some more whipped cream.
"Well, can you tell me when this dinner will be so I can prepare?" I demanded.
"I don't know. I'll talk to Kate, probably in a week or something like that,"
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The entire night, I sat across from the most exquisite woman my son has ever dated. She was definitely different and not much like any of the other bimbos he's been with before. I've thought about this before and I could have said it earlier, but now I feel as though I have seen another side of Kate. A side that is much less of a Detective and more of…Kate being herself, I think.
"Can I just say that I am very happy you two finally got your act together," I said, filling in a silence that had been there for a few minutes.
"I blame you. It really shouldn't have taken this long," Richard looked at Kate and pointed his finger at her, literally.
"Well, this is what happens when you sit in silence for four years," she put her glass down and shrugged at him.
"I, for one, am glad that its happened at all," I interrupted, "I'm happy he's decided to settle down with you Kate. Better late than never, right?" As soon as I said the words settle down, they both seemed to freeze, Kate was looking at me with still eyes.
"I'm sorry, I'm not quite sure what you mean," she smiled and laughed slightly.
"Well, I mean that if he's going to be married to anyone again, I'm very happy it's you. I approve," I gestured across the table with one hand. Kate's head whipped around quickly and looked at Richard. He held his arms up in surrender.
"Marriage?" she said in a harsh whisper, "What is she talking about?"
"She's sitting right there. She can hear you," he said. I felt very out of place and extremely embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you," I said quickly, hoping to rectify the problem.
"No, Martha please don't apologise!" she shook her head and smiled at me.
"No, I am sorry. You shouldn't even thinking about marriage or kids right now," I laughed, but Kate's face seemed to go whiter.
"Kids too huh?" she tried to smile, but it wasn't convincing. So, she decided to drink her glass of wine in one gulp. I'd made her uncomfortable. This was not good, I needed to find something else to talk about, fast.
"So, I'm dying to know how the dinner with your father went," I spoke the first words that came into my mind and watched as the colour drained out of my son's face now. Kate seemed to notice the same thing I was, because now she was sniggering.
"You know, I'd like to know what happened before I arrived," she said before looking down at her glass again. Her face fell when she realised there was nothing left in it.
"I'd like World Peace but we can't all have what we want," he said casually, maintaining his calm voice, but his expression gave him away, "That was an awful night and we shall never speak of it again. Oh look! A waiter, Thank God!" the waiter slowly approached our table.
Kate ordered another bottle of wine and I watched as she avoided eye contact with me and slowly sunk down low in her seat.
"Would I be rude if asked how long you two have been dating?" I was curious to know why Kate had such a huge problem with commitment. "When did you first officially start dating?"
"Well, I wouldn't really have an exact date for you Mother," he started coughing and clearing his throat.
"Yeah everything kind of happens…so fast, who really keeps track of it?" Kate looked at me for the first time in almost 20 minutes.
"So you don't know?' I asked, now completely confused.
"No, we um…know. We just don't know know. In fact, I think you know, so can we please drop this?" Richard said, giving me a knowing and unpleased look.
Okay, I didn't know what to do anymore. We couldn't talk about their relationship at a dinner that was meant to be about their relationship. Jim Beckett's dinner could not have been as bad as this one.
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A/N: I'm sorry, I don't know how to write Martha-ey. I hope this was okay.
Thank you for the brilliant response I have received from everyone about this story! I hope that this Chapter still captures your interest and you like it enough to read right through to the last chapter! (I hope to have it up before the actual episode)
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