Katherine (KBPOV)

At night I couldn't sleep, I was probably anxious to meet Sarah, actually I never met any of them alone, and I was always with Peter or in an event when we usually met. But if I had to choose someone to meet outside, it probably would be Sarah; I liked her, she was so nice to me.

When my alarm went off I was already awaked passing my finger through my scars and saying out loud the words; a habit that I developed after I had to stop cutting. Usually I would pass my fingers many times through my favorite words, that laid in the middle of my tummy, "Dead Inside", had been the record of letters that I cut at once; blood were all over the floor that day, I never shaded a tear during the process and I refused to clean myself and the mess on the floor for the rest weekend, like I wanted some kind of proof that I was tough enough to do that to myself. I would stand in front of the mirror, just looking at my art; sometimes I would pass my finger through the recent cut letters and flinch because they weren't scarred yet, but the pain was a reminder: "Hey Kate, did you see what you can do to yourself? See how strong you are? You are capable of doing that and not crying, aren't you proud?" I never said that was sane, so don't question my logic.

After 10 minutes of starring at my ceiling I got out of bed to get dressed to meet Sarah.

When I got there, Sarah was already sitting at a table in front of the window where I first met Richard; when she saw me she gave almost the same smile her brother usually gave me, like I made their day by just showing up.

"Hey Sarah, how are you?" I said smiling and sitting down.

"Hi Kate, I can call you Kate, right?"

"Yeah, sure." I gave her a reassuring smile; nobody really called me that anymore, since I lost my mom, I got so serious that people started getting afraid to call me Kate.

"Hum… I want to start saying that I am sorry about Margaret, if I knew…" And before she could finish her sentence I interrupted by saying:

"Look Sarah, Margaret is Margaret and you are you; what Margaret did is our problem, not yours. So please, don't beat yourself up for something that you have no fault at all.

"Oh, thank you. I was so worried that you were angry with me." Sarah said with a relived smile, I smiled to myself too. So beautifully innocent! If you stop to think about it, I could have been just like her if mom hadn't died.

"Don't worry, if I was angry with you, I wouldn't be meting you, would I? Now, let's enjoy our coffee and not think about Margaret. Tell me about college; I hope you are not as bad as I used to be."

I said with a laugh remembering my college time when the death of my mother made me invincible and also made me not fear the death, on the contrary, made me want it. Add almost one million dollars that I had inherited from my mother's death and you could imagine the disaster.

"Well, is great you know. I love studying and I definitely chose the right career. And I don't party hard, I am way too much afraid of getting caught." She said taking a sip of her drink and laughing.

"Well, if you don't think I am too old for you, we can go out one night in the next few days. Drink, go crazy and everything." I offered, I couldn't help myself, her family were such a prude, of course she didn't party hard.

"Really?" She said with her eyes shining, who would thought that I could make two brothers love me so much and one hate me so much?

"Really." I said with a smile "I am too old for a college party but we can go to a nightclub. If you want I can even show my hocking up techniques since I won't be using it anymore."

"Wow, you are so cool." She said but probably she wasn't the type of girl that hocked up.

"I am not." OH boy, if she only knew that I used my hocking up techniques while dating her brother, I would definitely not be cool.

After that, we talked for more 10 minutes and said goodbye promising to go out the next day. When I got at my office I realized that I forgot to ask her to be my maid of honor, I could ask her on Saturday.

In the middle of the afternoon I received the call that I wasn't really anxious to receive.

"Hello Margaret."

"Hello Katherine, you said that I could call you and schedule an appointment any time I want."

"Yes, I said it. When do you want to meet, and where do you want?"

"Well, I heard that you have a big office with expensive chars that you prefer instead of my brother."

"Look Margaret, I really don't mind you coming here but if you are going to come, you have to come without the attitude."

"Of course" She said with a cynic voice "Can I come at six?"

I look at my watch, two hours until six o'clock; my work would probably be done by there.

"Of course, see you at six."

Sadly the two hours passed in a rush and soon was the time of Margaret arrival; at least, she wasn't late.

"Hi Katherine, now I understand why you never wants to leave your office."

"Margaret, what a pleasure! Why don't we just sit down?" I said with a false smile.

My office had one wall made of glass looking where one day the Twin Towers stood. The decoration was clean with a few sofas, a bookshelf, two paintings, the normal desk with chairs and a mini bar.

"Do you want to drink anything?" I asked trying to be polite.

"What do you have?" Margaret said from the sofa positioned to the glass window.

"Hum… I can ask my assistant to make you some coffee or tea, or I can serve you some wine that I have here, or if you would like something stronger you can do one shot of tequila that I also have here. So, what would you like?"

"I think I will accept the tea."

"So tea is it, I hope you don't judge me for that too but I had a long day of work and I will have a glass of wine." With that Margaret made a disgusting face, like I was an alcoholic just because I wanted to drink alcohol at 6 o'clock, poor girl, she didn't know what really was an alcoholic.

I pressed the bottom of the intercom and asked Patricia a cup of coffee.

"Soon will be there, the coffee machine we have here is very good." I said serving wine at my glass. "But let's jump the small talk, shall we? You can start talking whatever the reason you called and schedule this appointment."

"You talk first; you are the reason of the problem."

"Now, this were you are wrong Margaret. You are creating the problem and putting it on me. I am just a woman who is engaged to your brother and since the day I put my foot at your house, you and your family have been behaving like I offend you just by living." I said walking around the office, my heels making a click sound helping me make an emphasis.

"I am not the problem! You are!" Margaret said defensibly by the couch.

"Oh Margaret, please, I would like to go home and have sex with your brother. Could you please move this along? Try another line, for example." I said with the most calmed voice in the world, I wasn't going home to make love to Peter; I didn't even call him after the party and remembering that I still hadn't call I made a small note to call him when I arrived at my apartment.

"Make love, if you are engaged, you are making love to my brother."

When Margaret finished her sentence Patricia arrived and gave Margaret her coffee, before she left my office I said that we were done for the day and she could go home.

"Now, that we are alone; start talking Margaret. I am serious now." I said sitting by her side.

"What do you want me to say?"

"Just say what your problem with me is and how to solve it because I am going to start planning the wedding and when I enter the family for good I want us to be good." I said pointing between us. "Today, I met Sarah for a brunch and we have always been good, so I really don't understand. I am tired of your shit, I am tired of the others women shit, I didn't do nothing for you and yet, look how you and they treat me." I said serious, I was really tired of their shit.

"Look Katherine, my problem with you is that you are so reserved and walks around like you are so better than us and the others women problem with you is that you can't set a foot at our parties that the men are attracted to you like flies at old food."

"Do you know that I have nothing to do with it, right?"

"Yes. No. I mean, could just stop dressing so good and always looking so good?"

Oh boy, this woman was fucking crazy.

"Margaret, I will not change my type of clothes, I don't try to look good or anything and most of the time, I don't look this good that you guys think. I am just like that, and I have been trying to make you like me, but after last Wednesday, I give up; if you don't like me, you don't like, there is not that I can do to change it. This is my last try."

"Hum… I think I get it. I will try, I don't know, to be nicer? Civil? I got your point, I will try to change. But before I got, do you love Peter?" And before I could answer my cell phone started ringing, when I got up to take it I saw in the visor Richard's name, Margaret also intrigued took a peak and when she saw Richard's name I felt like all the work we have done blown away. I picked up the phone looking at it, like as I was in some kind of weird trance.

"You are not going to answer?"

And if felt like the question had a double meaning, wasn't I going to answer if I loved Peter or wasn't I going to answer Richard? After a few seconds I snapped out of whatever I was in and ignored the call, I would call him later.

"I can call him later. And yes, of course I love Peter, Margaret. I wouldn't be marrying him if I didn't."

"Sure, who was calling you?" Being back now to her bitchy self.

"Richard."

"Richard, who?"

"A friend. Now, weren't you going?" I said impatient, we were just back to square one and was official, I gave up on Margaret.

"Yes, I was." She said with an offended voice picking up her bag and going to the door. But at that point I didn't care if she was offended or not; I just wanted her to get the hell out of there so I could go home and call Richard, because I couldn't wait to talk to him again.

Hi guys, first i want to thank you so much for the reviews it make me very happy. Second i know some of you are trying to think where the fuck i am going to this. First i wanted to have a nice background to Kate and her life after her mother was killed and trying to get you guys to understand how different she is from the Kate of the show but yet the same (I think.). Next chapter I am going to start official Kate and Castle walk through love lane. Okay, if you have time review! Next chapter this weekend (I hope). Bye.