She storms into the precinct. She finds that the squad room is mostly empty. She makes a beeline for the break room. She finds Esposito making himself a cup of coffee.

"Where is Castle?"

He furrows his brow, "I thought that he was with you," he argues.

Silently she closes the doors to the break room, "He left early."

"Beckett what are you doing here?"

"It's complicated."

"Are you okay?"

"Why couldn't I be?" she questions.

"Your hand is shaking, and you look completely pissed."

"I need to talk to Castle, and he won't pick up his damn phone."

"He is probably at his place."

"No, he's not. I don't know where he is, or where he went."

"I haven't talked to him since this afternoon."

"This afternoon? When?"

"He called to see if I wanted to grab something to eat."

"When?"

"Like one, why? What is going on? Why isn't he in D.C? Why aren't you?"

"We had a disagreement."

"A disagreement that caused both of you to fly to New York?"

"I am here so I can kill him."

"Kill him? Why don't you take a seat, and tell me what's going on," he points to the table in the center of the room.

She pulls out a chair, and takes a seat. He pulls out a chair, and has a seat next to her.

"What was the disagreement about?"

"Did you know that he wants four kids?"

"Yeah," he nods.

"Yeah? You act as if it's common knowledge."

"It is."

"Not to me," her nostrils flare.

"Oh. He told you."

"Yeah."

"And you don't want kids?"

"I never said that," she argues.

"But you definitely don't want to have three of them in four years."

"How do you know about his five year plan, and I don't?"

"Because I listen to him when he talks. You tune him out. That is one of the problems the two of you have. You both talk, a lot, and neither one of you are very good at listening."

"I was angry."

"You know he doesn't expect you to abandon your career."

"I know that."

"Why are you so pissed?"

"I wish that he had told me."

"He did."

"Before today," she clarifies.

"So you guys had a disagreement, and he left?"

"Yes," she confirms.

"So why are you here, and why do you want to kill him?"

"He is ready to have more kids now."

"That doesn't mean that you have to be."

"He is just so persistent. And I..." she trails off.

"You what?"

"I'm not ready."

"Maybe he can push you in the right direction. He is good at that."

"Excuse me?"

"You would never get married, if he weren't the one asking."

"That is probably true."

"While you're here..."

She cuts him off, "If you're going to lecture me about not calling, I'm sorry. I have been really busy with this new job. Don't waste your breath. I'm sorry."

He shakes his head, "No that isn't it."

"What is it?"

"I just wanted to apologize."

"For what?"

"Getting you drunk before you left."

"I needed someone to get me out of my own head. Don't apologize for that."

"That's not why I'm apologizing."

She furrows her brow, "What do you mean?"

"I don't know how to tell you this..."

"Tell me what?"

He shakes his head, making a realization, "You don't remember."

"Remember what? I remember drinking a lot. And then I remember waking up on the floor."

"Yeah," he nods.

"You said you passed out on the couch."

"I did."

"What am I missing?"

He opens his eyes, and feels like he's been hit by a truck. He finds himself lying on Beckett's couch, with nothing but his boxers on. He hurries to get dressed, hoping that she doesn't come out of her room, and find him looking like a fool. He slips on his shoes, and heads for the door. He finds her lying on the floor, on her stomach, with nothing but her undergarments on.

"You woke up, and saw me on the floor? I was on the floor why is that surprising?"

"Kate I think something happened."

"Javi don't be ridiculous nothing happened.

"How sure are you?"

She cocks an eyebrow, "Why?"

He watches her as she downs another shot. He sits on the couch, shaking his head, as she hands him another one.

"I think I've had enough."

"You're going to let a girl out drink you? What will the boys say?"

He downs the shot. She swallows hers. She begins to unbutton her shirt.

"Beckett what are you doing?"

"I'm hot."

"Keep your clothes on."

She smiles at him. She turns to face him. She peels her shirt off, and throws it at him. He tries to hand it back to her, but she pushes his hand away.

"What are you doing?" he questions as she moves closer.