"What are you saying?"

"I..." he can't find the words to tell her the truth.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"Yeah."

"Javi nothing happened."

"Just because you can't remember doesn't mean that nothing happened."

"Nothing happened," she holds up her hand, "I am getting married."

"I know that."

"I love him."

"I know that, but it doesn't change what happened."

"Nothing happened!" she insists.

"How can you not remember?"

"Remember what?"

She straddles him, and begins removing his clothes. He tries to push her off of him.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you think?" she snarls.

"Kate! Kate stop. What about Castle?"

"What about him?"

"I thought you were going to tell him yes."

She stops what she is doing. She leans forward. She whispers into his ear, "Live a little, Javi."

He grabs her by the waist to lift her off of him. He rises from his seat. She wraps her hands around his wrists, as he places her on the floor.

"What are you doing?"

"Kate this is not a good idea," he insists.

She doesn't say anything. She lurches forward, and kisses him.

"That did not happen," she argues.

"You have no idea how you ended up on the floor, do you?"

"It was the tequila."

"You can't blame everything on the tequila. You can't blame what happened on the alcohol."

"You know how I ended up on the floor?"

"You were trying to make it to your room."

"See, nothing happened."

She gets off the couch. He looks at her, in disbelief. She reaches onto the floor, in front of the couch, and grabs her bra. She looks at him. He doesn't say anything. He reaches into the cushion of the couch, and pulls out her panties. He hands them to her. She throws his shorts at him.

"I'm going to go take a shower," she slurs her words as she talks.

He doesn't say anything. He watches her as she slips her bra on. She walks around the coffee table, and realizes that her panties are still in her hand. She stops to put them on. She sways, and wobbles as she pulls them up. She takes a step forward, and trips over his shoe. She lands on the floor.

"No," she shakes her head, "That did not happen."

"You think I am making this up? How long have I known you?"

"Long enough to know I would never do something like that."

"That is what I thought too."

"I wouldn't do that. I am not that kind of person."

"You are when you drink enough tequila, apparently."

"How much did I have to drink?"

"I stopped counting after six."

"I had six shots?"

He shakes his head, "I said that I stopped counting after six."

"I wouldn't do that to Castle, I don't care how much I had to drink."

"I thought the same thing. Kate I wish it were true. Look I'm not making this up. You need to tell Castle. The last thing that I would want is for things to end between the two of you, because of this."

"Did you tell Lanie?"

"Not yet."

"What are you waiting on?"

"I was waiting on you. After a couple of days I realized that you didn't remember."

She shakes her head, "This cannot be happening."

"I'm sorry."

"I can't..." she tears up.

"Look if you want to pretend like it never happened, I can go along with that, but I think it's wrong. That man wants to be your husband. Do you really want to start off your marriage on a lie?"

"I can't pretend like it never happened."

"But you want to."

"You don't understand," she argues.

"You love Castle. I understand that. I know how badly you must be feeling. I know how bad I feel."

"Not as bad as I do, and not as bad as you're going to."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I didn't fly back to New York because we had a disagreement."

"You said that you wanted to kill him. What did he do?"

"It was what I thought he did, and now I'm not entirely sure that it was his fault."

He furrows his brow, "What do you mean?"

"He just kept going on about how much he wanted another kid. He said he didn't even care if it was a shotgun wedding."

"That is kind of white trash, don't you think?"

"That's what I said."

"And you're a classy..."

She shakes her head, "Not that classy, apparently."

"What?!"

"I have been so tired lately, and I just assumed that it was because of this new job. Then I realized that the hours are not any longer than the ones that I had here."

"And?"

"I was getting ready to leave, and stop Castle at the airport, but I ended up puking on the sidewalk instead."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm pregnant."

A/N: I appreciate the loyalty of those of you who enjoy this story, and trust that I am going somewhere with it. For those of you who want to stick around to see how this turns out I want to say thank you. For the rest of you, who only want to bash this story, maybe you should just stop reading if you hate it that much.