She opens her eyes to find much to her disappointment that she's asleep on the couch. She slides off the couch, and onto her feet. She heads into the kitchen, and finds that Richard is already awake, sitting on a barstool, sipping coffee at the kitchen counter with the newspaper in front of him. Her bare feet smack against the floor as she tiptoes into the kitchen. She stops beside him, and sighs. He briefly looks up at her, and then down at his watch.

"You should get ready for work."

"Rick..."

"How many times are we going to discuss this?" He cocks an eyebrow.

"My curiosity isn't going to die just because I've made my choice."

"You have to let it go."

Her nostrils flare, "Let it go?!"

"You know what I mean."

"This isn't fair."

"You know what isn't fair?"

"Life?"

He shakes his head, "You continuing to be relentless, and chase this thing down the rabbit hole again. I really don't want to find you lying in a puddle of your own blood, dead somewhere. I get that you want to solve your mother's murder, but solving it is not going to bring her back."

"I know that."

"So why do you continue to bring it up? Kate you're going to get yourself killed."

"She was my mother, and..."

He cuts her off, "What about our daughter?"

She exhales, and her eyes fall from his face. Her glance lands on her stomach. She wears one of Richard's blue button ups. Her ever growing stomach peers up at her. The feeling of guilt washes over her again. Their daughter kicks her in the rib.

"Kate can I ask you something?"

She looks up at him, "Of course."

"How long are you going to sleep on the couch?"

"I thought that we both agreed that me being here was the best thing. Actually, I am not entirely sure that I agreed. I just went along with what you were saying, because it was easier than you hounding me every second of every day about my safety."

"We agreed, but that wasn't what I meant."

"I told you I am not ready to pick up where we left off. We still have a lot of things that we need to work out."

"You could still sleep in the bed. You've been on the couch for more than a month."

"It's fine."

"I can't imagine that it is that comfortable."

"I'm fine."

"I can sleep on the couch if you don't want to sleep in the bed with me."

"It's your apartment. I'm just a guest."

"No," he shakes his head in frustration.

Martha descends the stair case. She enters the kitchen, and throws them a look as she head for the coffee pot.

"What are the two of you arguing about this morning?"

"Beckett sleeping on the couch," Castle reveals.

"Martha could you explain to him that..."

Martha cuts her off, "Richard it is a matter of principle."

"No," he argues, "It is a matter of her being completely stubborn."

"Could I offer a solution?" Martha cocks an eyebrow.

"Please," Richard nods.

Martha turns to Kate. "Go ahead," Kate agrees.

"Why don't you just sleep in one of the other bedrooms? There are perfectly good beds in the other rooms."

Beckett says nothing. Richard shakes his head, "That would be too easy."

Kate's face turns red, "Rick if you have something to say, just say it," she growls.

He breaks eye contact, and looks down at his watch, "You should take a shower if you're going to get to work in time."

She glances down at his watch, and storms out of the room.

She exits the elevator, and makes a beeline for her desk. Javier walks up beside her, and grabs her elbow. He leads her out of the squad room, into the conference room, and closes the door behind them. She folds her arms across her chest. She stands with her back to the door. He faces her, standing a couple of feet away.

"What the Hell?"

"I'm not okay with what you're doing here," he informs her.

"What are you talking about?"

"Do you really think that Castle isn't going to find out?"

"Javi don't."

"Why do you have a death wish?"

"I don't."

"Seems to me that you do."

"Espo I am not talking about this anymore, okay?"

He nods, "When are you planning on telling Gates?"

"Telling her what?"

"That you're pregnant."

"Now is not the right time. The dynamic has been different since I got back from D.C."

"Kate you're five months along. Do you really think that she isn't going to notice?"

"Five and a half," she corrects him.

"Do you really think that you're fooling her?"

She looks down at blazer, the one she's been hiding her bump under. In fact she's purchased larger clothes in an effort to conceal her growing bump. "I'm not ready to tell her."

"Why is this so hard for you?"

"Coming back here?"

"Being pregnant," he clarifies.

"It's not."

"Then why do you keep acting like it's not happening? You come in here every single day, and you act like nothing is different, like nothing has changed."

"You wouldn't understand."

"How could I? You don't talk to me anymore."

"I am not going to apologize to you for that. You seem to forget that you are the one that betrayed my trust. You are the one who caused all of the pain, and heartache."

"No," he shakes his head, "I'm not."

"How can you even believe that?" She questions.

"Why did you think, for a second that you could do what you thought that you did to Castle?"

She shrugs, "I don't know what you mean."

"Part of you thought that you did something wrong. If you really loved him why would you think that?"

"Because of what happened before."