Her phone started ringing a few seconds after she had stopped herself crying. Everything had crumbled down around her like she was afraid it would. Why had she ever agreed to do this. She took a deep breath and pulled out her phone.

"Beckett."

"Oh Darling are you alright?" her headache eased when she heard Martha Rodgers' voice down the line.

"Martha I blew it he's so angry."

"I know kiddo he just rang me. He gave out to me too, but he wants me to come down. He's mad at all of us."

"What do I do? I left him believe we were a couple in love…"

"Oh Kate let's stop pretending here. you are in love. It may not have laid itself out as nicely as it did in Richard's dream but we all know it's true. You need to go back in there and talk to him."

"I can't I don't know what to say."

"Darling you need to stop thinking so much and comfort him. His world just fell apart."

"He wants you." She whispered. Martha laughed.

"Darling we all know that he wants you."

He ground his palms against his eye lids. It did nothing to ease the stabbing pain in his head. He didn't know what to think. Everything was wrong. He was being plunged back into a life that he thought he had left behind years ago. A life without her in his arms every morning. A life without knowing the joy of sitting with his two daughters to watch a movie. A life that he had loved, before he knew he could have so much more. She'd lied to him! She'd gone along with everything. He threw a book across the room. He picked up another but stopped. She'd thought it would help him heal. Help him regain his actual memories. She'd done it because she cared. He'd been so cruel. It's not her fault he imagined those things. Dreamed of a life with her. he stood up to go after her, just as the door opened. She was standing in the doorway, phone still in hand.

"I am so sorry!" she said walking towards him.

"No Kate I'm sorry." He shook his head dropping the book on his desk. "I shouldn't have snapped. You were trying to help." She nodded.

"The doctor told me to play along!" she said. "Told me that if I just agreed that it would slowly go back to the way things were." He looked down at his feet,

"You must think I'm crazy, dreaming all that stuff. About us."

"You always did have a wild imagination Castle." She said half smiling.

"It just seemed so natural." She didn't say anything. Here was the most awkward of subjects rearing its head again. The fact that they were in love with each other. she avoided it whenever possible. "so the last thing that happened was the murder at Wicked. My mother must have been thrilled, she really dislikes modern musicals." He sat up straight and smiled. "The Wizard of Oz should be left alone! Dorothy has gone over the rainbow!" he said putting on a voice that was eerily like his mothers. She laughed, feeling at ease for the first time in weeks.

"That is a fantastic impression."

"Well I heard her learning so many monologues growing up it's a wonder I don't speak like that all the time. I barely got a word in until I was twelve."

"Somehow I doubt that."

"Alright maybe three." She just laughed.

"Will I make us some lunch."

"You don't have to do that anymore you know."

"I know but I've gotten fairly used to it. I can actually work my way around the kitchen now."

"Did we eat the same spaghetti yesterday? I'm pretty sure there was washing up liquid in it." she froze.

"What why didn't you say anything!"

"You were my wife I didn't want to hurt your feelings." He shrugged. "Now I don't have to worry about that."

"Washing up liquid. Really!"

"So I need to know what has happened." He said putting his fork down, they'd opted for takeaway after ten minutes of arguing.

"I told you wicked, suspect shot Espo, you went after him fell and hit your head."

"No I mean in the whole. I mean Alexis' isn't married is she?"

"No she's not. She's finishing high school next month. Not married yet though."

"Thank god! Mother hasn't bought a house across town from the apartment?"

"No she's still living with you." His shoulders dropped.

"That's what I get for wishful thinking." He looked up at her. "Have… Have I."

"Have you what?" she was wondering what had him all tied up.

"Have I told you I love you yet." Her face dropped.

"have you…."

"Have I told you that I love you."

"Yes. A few years ago. When I got shot. But I told you I couldn't remember. I lied. But you did. You told me." She said quietly not looking up at him.

"I know. I know you lied." He said slowly, piecing things together.

"You know?"

"I heard you talking to the boy… during the bomb case. I heard you through the glass." She froze.

"You heard…" she whispered, he nodded.

"Yes. And then. And then I went to Vegas." There was almost a haze lifting from his brain.

"And came back with…" she continued.

"An air hostess yes…" he nodded. She couldn't help but half smile at the familiarity of it all, him finishing her sentences, talking about things that really had happened, no matter how much they hurt to think about.

"Castle I have to tell you something…" she decided there and then to give him something to make up for everything.

"Oh…" he leaned back in his chair.

"That day you arrived at the crime scene from Vegas…" she paused and grabbed her necklace.

"yes." He nodded.

"I had decided…" she threw her eyes up to heaven.

"I had decided to tell you that I was in love with you too."