Just if we,were unclear in the last chapter,she was having a mental breakdown.

The only light in the room was the screen of his laptop; opened to a new word document, completely blank. There were crumpled up pieces of paper littering the floor. A bottle of scotch sat on the desk within arms reach. Richard Castle sat hunched over in the desk chair, staring off into space.

He went to play with his wedding band, a nervous habit he had, but just like the other times he had done it since being here, it wasn't there. He had left it when he said he needed space. He had left it when he left her crying in the doorway. He so wondered why he had left his ring behind. It had been an accident, really, getting left in a hurry. All he wanted right now was to have it securely o his ring finger, never to take it off again.

He was so out of it that he didn't notice the knocking at the door. He didn't even notice the door open, or the squawking of Gina coming towards him. "Richard, what the hell? Hello, Rick?" She waved her arms around and all he did was sit there, still in a trance. "Richard!" She banged her fist onto the desk causing him to jump.

"Huh?" He barely even looked at her.

"Why haven't you answered my calls? I've been trying to get a hold of you for three hours." She held her phone up as if he cared.

"I don't know." He shrugged at her.

"Are you drunk?" She popped a hip, balancing herself with an arm on the table.

"Maybe." He looked at her and then at the empty bottle of scotch.

"Jesus, Richard you will be the death of me." She ran a hand over her forehead before speaking again. "Enough of this."

"What?" He finally looked at her, trying to understand what she was saying.

"Go home."

"I can't."

"And why not?" She popped her hip yet again.

This time he had no reply. He really didn't know why he couldn't. He had needed his space, but now he didn't. But the real question was, did she want him back?

Before he could think of something to say, Gina spoke again This time a little nicer. "I've never seen two people love each other more. Not you and Meredith, not me and you. And I doubt any of Kate's previous relationships were any comparison to yours. Go home, Rick. Nothing is being solved by you sitting here."

"What if she doesn't want me?" He shrugged again.

"She does." Was all she said.

He looked up, scrunching his eyebrows together. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Oh come on, you act like I'm the wicked witch of the West." She paused. "And I have a soft spot for those who make me money." She smirked and raised an eyebrow. Typical "If I come back to this room and you're still here, I'm uping the chapter deadline. So get the hell out." Her heels clicked out the door and were gone as quick as she had come.

He stared at the door a moment longer before closing his laptop and getting up. he was dizzy, the scotch a little more powerful than he thought. But with a quick call to his driver, he'd be sobered up and on his way within the hour. Whatever had happened between them, it was over. It was time to fix things together. It was time to go home.