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Chapter 2

"Rick? You okay?" I exclaimed.

He remained silent, his eyes fixed on Matheson. I looked at her, she was doing the same. Something was clearly going on here and I wasn't sure I liked it. After a few seconds of silence, he finally managed to say something, surprise all over his face.

"Julia?"

"Hello Richard. I wasn't expecting you there." Matheson replied.

"Me neither, actually."

"You two know each other?" I said, trying to figure out what was going on. I really needed some answers. And I was also a bit jealous of this eye exchange.

"You know what Beckett? I'm gonna go. Sorry for that. There's someplace else I need to be."

"Julia, wait!" Castle begged right away.

"There's nothing to say here Richard. Just let me go." She shouted just before closing the door behind her.

I stared at the door for a second, in shock, then looked at Castle. I could see that he was really frustrated about what happened. Without even look at me, he quickly picked up a shovel and a broom to clean up the mess he had made.

"What was that?" I asked, trying to understand why my colleague and my fiancé couldn't stand to be in the same room as each other.

Someone else knocked on the door. I was still looking at Rick, waiting for an answer. They knocked again. He glanced in my direction, wondering why I wasn't opening it.

"It Was nothing. Your other friends are here. You should open the door." He said like nothing happened, avoiding my gaze again.

"It was not nothing. We'll talk about that later."

I opened the door and my two other colleagues, Murphy and Heller, entered the loft. I introduced them to Castle, hoping that there wasn't going to be another awkward moment. Luckily there wasn't. Actually, Rick was the guy I felt in love with all night. Joking all the time, he quickly made them feel comfortable. He even succeeded in making me forget we had had a fight earlier for the time being . The guys left around midnight. Rick and I cleared the table and washed the dishes talking about what happened during the meal, still joking about the funny moments. Once everything was finished, we went on the couch, a glass of red wine in our hands.

"It was nice to meet them." He simply said, with a little smile on his face.

I was confused. I did not know if he was trying to tell me something or if he was going to. And I did not know if he needed time to say it or not. What I knew on the other hand was that I needed answers. I waited for a few seconds, scanning every inch of his face. When I understood that nothing else would come out of his mouth, I introduced the hard subject.

"What happened with Matheson, Rick?"

"Nothing. I was just surprised to find out that Matheson was actually a girl, that's all. Sorry for the jealousy act." He answered quickly, not even looking at me in the eyes.

"You were surprise to find out she was a girl? Really?" I replied giving him 'The look'.

"Yes. I was."

"But that wasn't the only thing. There was a weird exchange between you and her." I said, trying to make him confess.

"No there wasn't. What makes you think that?!"

"Because you knew her first name. Don't lie to me please Castle …"

Martha choose that moment to come back from her Broadway show. Rick emptied his drink in one gulp and filled it a second time. She came to join us on the couch, asking about the soirée. As expected, Rick didn't say a word about what happened with Matheson. As a good mother, Martha quickly understood that something was going on. I saw it on her face. Maybe she could talk to Castle. So I chose to step out of the room, pretending that I was tired and that I was going to sleep, leaving them together.

I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, put my night shirt and went back to the bedroom. I stopped for a moment, wondering if I should secretly listen to their conversation or not. I mentally slapped myself right after. That wasn't right! If I wanted to listen to the conversation, I should have stayed. But I ran away, like I always did. I took my place in the bed and picked up the first book I found on my nightstand. It was the first book I had by him, the one that my mother bought me. I felt the tears coming to my eyes. I was screwing up this relationship, once again. I tried to not let the tears flow but one ran down my cheek anyway.

Rick entered the room. He looked at me with those sorry eyes. He sat next to me and wiped the tear away with his hand. At his contact, I shuddered.

"Why are you crying?" He whispered.

"Because I'm acting like an idiot." I said, suddenly more interesting in my hands than anything else.

"You're not, Kate."

He went to the bathroom, not adding anything else to the conversation and I started to think he was mad at me. And that would have been justified after how I had behaved earlier. He had always given me time when I had secrets about my mother case or how I was feeling after my shooting. The least I could do was to be patient with him in return, but I hadn't. The minute his secret cane out I asked for answers. Thankfully, he came back less than a minute later, not giving me more time to torture myself, and he took place on his side of the bed, looking at me. I felt so bad that I couldn't look at him.

"Julia and I went to school together." I raised my gaze, my eyes found his.

"Rick, I'm sorry, I don't want to push you. I can wait until you're ready. You don't ha…" He put his index on my mouth to tell me to stop talking.

He took another few seconds and then continued.

"It didn't end well between us. She was my best friend. She …"

He took a deep breath. I could tell how hard it was for him to talk about it.

"She was everything to me. She saved my life. And I acted like a jerk."