Walking passed everyone and up the stairs of the brownstone, Kate allowed herself into the brownstone that was crowded with cops and all the makings of an investigation. This was exactly what she needed to get her mind off of the conversation she had with Martha just a little bit earlier. Even though the main topic of their conversation happened to be the man she worked long hours with.

She heard voices down the hall of the unfamiliar home and followed them to the living room. Parts of the room were taped off and pictures were being taken. "What do we have-" Before she could finish, her eyes fell upon the victim. A brunette woman, mid twenties stood dead. Yes, stood. A large arrow pierced her body, the pointed tip well into the wall, which held her up. Okay, so she wasn't necessarily standing there, but was limp.

"Where's Castle? He's going to love this one." If anyone heard that, it wasn't exactly meant to be. This was an odd case. She's seen a lot of odd and honestly, these were the cases she loved the most. Some people were insane. You had to be a whole different type of insane to do something like this to a person and though it was more than unfortunate, it was interesting to solve.

"Right here," Richard's voice could be heard. Kate looked over her shoulder in time to watch him walk in with two cups of coffee, and catch his expression as his eyes fell on the victim. "Wow."

She nodded. "I know."

"A Juicy Couture sweat suit? That's an expensive piece of material. Too bad she got blood on it," he said almost conversationally as he stood next to Kate, handing her a cup of coffee.

"She's dead Castle," her voice was flat as she brought the cup to her lips. She sipped her coffee appreciatively.

He nodded his head. "You're right," he let out a deep breath, almost dramatically. "I doubt she even cares that much."

Silence fell over for a moment. How do you respond to that anyway? After countless remarks like that, Kate still hasn't figured it out.

"You would look good in something like that," he continued when he realized Kate wasn't going to break the silence. "I know they run pricy, but I hear they're comfortable," he looked over at her and she had that face on where anyone who didn't know her would think she was getting mad, but he knew she was just trying not to laugh. With a straight as face as that, it was far too obvious. "Maybe she'll let you borrow hers."

"Good idea. I'll run that by her when she's not dead anymore."

Rick loved that she actually shot back with a smart remark, but he wasn't going to lose his game face. "Okay."

"It might be a while."

"That's fine. I can wait."

She nodded her head. "Of course you can," she said as she saw Esposito and Ryan across the room. They were deep in conversation. At least someone was working.

She walked up to him and Rick followed. "What do you have?" she was cutting right to the chase.

"Her name is Jordan Hilton-Davis. She's a stay at home wife, recently divorced from Kyle Banks and remarried to Brandon Davis." Esposito said as he put his hands in his pockets.

"How recent was this divorce?" Kate asked as she crossed her arms against her chest.

"About three months ago."

"I want to talk to him."

"It wasn't him," Richard said in a matter of fact tone, sheer confidence.

"I'm sorry, are you a crystal ball or something?" She raised a brow.

He shook his head. "That's insane," he chuckled. "But a magic lamp? Definitely. Rub me and I'll give you three wishes."

She couldn't believe the things he said sometimes. No matter what, he'd always have a comeback and even if it was lame, it was still a comeback. She went to say give her perspective – and oh did she have perspective – but her phone went off before any words came out of her mouth. Looking at her phone, she didn't recognize the number, but answered it anyway. "Beckett."

"Oh I know that. I called you."

It was Martha.

Kate looked up at the guys. "I have to take this," she said before she stepped away from the guys to hold this private conversation. Maybe the guys would get some work done if she wasn't around to be tormented. "Hey Martha, how'd you get my number?"

"You work with my son darling," she said as though that was enough of an explanation. It was. "What are you doing tonight?"

She shrugged her shoulders as though Martha could actually see her, but the silence was enough for Martha to realize that the answer was nothing.

"Good. You can come over tonight for dinner."

The detective's eyes widened. How would she explain that to Richard? "Seriously? What's the sudden inspiration?" she was friendly with the entire family, but it didn't make things any less awkward.

"My sudden inspiration is my son. A single father. Emphasis on single"

"Please don't set anything up. Can't this just be friendly?" she asked even though she knew that would be very impossible. Sure as hell, she'd try anyway.

"Oh of course," Martha had the biggest smile on her face. Kate didn't need to see her to know. "So I'll see you tonight."

Kate didn't exactly get the chance to say no, but before she knew it, she heard the phone click and the call had ended.

Fantastic.

Richard started toward her and she put her phone in her pocket. "Anything good?" he asked, obviously referring to the phone call.

"You're a little nosy, aren't you?"

"Oh I know," he agreed. "So who was that?"

"Your mom."

He laughed. "Oh come on Kate. I know you're not as witty as I am, but seriously? My mom? You couldn't come up with anything better? I'll tell you, you've got the looks, but not the jokes," he shook his head. "So what did my mom say?" he asked in a sarcastic tone.

She thought it was going to be difficult explaining this one to him, but he was being enough of a jerk, that she decided on being upfront. "I'm coming over for dinner tonight. She has this crazy idea that you have a crush on me and I think she's trying to play matchmaker." Okay, the crush part wasn't supposed to come out. Once you got her fired though, there was no telling where things might go.

For the first time ever, Richard Castle stood completely silent. She wasn't sure if that was more awkward for him or for herself. What she did know for sure was that tonight was going to be nothing less than interesting.