Letting herself be pulled down to sit on her fiancé's lap, Emily sent a smile to the familiar woman sitting at her desk. "So Katie, I never knew this is what you'd be doing," she chuckled, wrapping one arm around Castle's neck. "When we left high school all you could do was talk about becoming a lawyer."

Beckett gave a slow nod of the head, her eyes staying focused on the papers she was writing up. "Yup, I was sure that's what I wanted to do."

"What happened? I heard you would have been the youngest woman to pass the bar exam."

Hearing the oblivious smile in the brunette woman's voice, Beckett finally looked up from her work. "My mother was murdered," she nodded, seeing her old friend's eyes immediately lose their sparkle. "I joined the force right after to find answers for myself, and to help those who feel like their questions need to be answered too."

Emily's hand clutched the material of her fiancé's suit jacket. "I am so sorry," she breathed as she reached out to lay her hand over that of the other woman's. "I apologize for asking, I didn't know."

"No don't be sorry, it's alright. You just asked a question."

The brown eyed woman let Castle's arms wrap tight around her waist as her old friend sent her a small smile. "Well you're doing a great job," she grinned. "Castle told me you were the youngest to make the homicide sector out of men AND women."

"I was," Beckett laughed, feeling herself fall back into that old friendship she and the older woman had.

Emily's head tilted to rest against that of the man she was about to marry. "Quite the accomplishment," she winked.

"Well what about you? There have been at least seven or eight newspaper articles with your name in the headlines."

"Yeah, FBI," she smiled gently. "Youngest woman to make it into Interpol and then transfer to the Behavioral Analysis Unit."

Beckett leaned toward the couple that sat just beside her desk, completely intrigued with what the older woman was saying. "Really? What age?"

Emily let herself shift herself and cuddle more into the side of the older man, feeling his chin coming to rest on her shoulder. "I was twenty-one when I entered Interpol and twenty-six when I was transferred to the BAU over at Quantico."

The author pulled his fiancé closer to him and pressed a loving kiss to the crook of her neck. "She's always been one to break barriers," he grinned, feeling his smooth palm cup his cheek as her dark hair created a curtain around their kissing lips.

Beckett rolled her eyes, pulling back from the pair as reality set back in. Her high school friend was marrying her ex-boyfriend. "Right. So when is the date?"

"We're thinking about June nineteenth which is the first day we met," the ivory woman whispered fondly. "Or we might be waiting until December twenty-first."

"What's the significance of the December date?"

Castle looked to his coworker over at the other set of desks, his hands protectively lying over the stomach of his beautiful brunette woman. "It's a personal memory for Emily, and we thought that it might be nice to combine a good experience with a bad."

Beckett watched as her friend set a kiss to her ex's forehead, her face falling even harder than it had before at the obvious sight of their love. There wasn't a chance that they would get back together. "I'm sorry," she nodded hastily, pulling their attention back to her. The detective smiled. "That's a good idea to replace an old memory with a new one, especially if it makes you happy."

Emily's lips curled into a sad smile, standing from her fiancé's lap and taking his hand in hers. "Thanks Katie."

"Well we have to go," the author sighed. "Emily has informed me that she would like to buy Alexis the puppy that she's been begging for as a present."

"It is her birthday tomorrow."

Beckett gave a short wave to the pair before quickly burying her head back in the file on her desk, not able to bear the sight of the two that were to be married hugging over by the elevators. She had seen the ring that the Emily had been gifted with and it was nothing compared to the rings she had seen on his exes' fingers in those pictures at his house. Emily wasn't one to want something flashy.

Running her hands roughly though her hair, the New York detective closed her eyes and sighed. It was like they were the perfect couple.