"What are you talking about?"
"I believed you, because of what happened before."
"What the hell are you talking about?" He cocks his eyebrow.
Her eyes widen, "You don't remember?"
"Remember what, Beckett?"
"I thought that it was possible, because it wouldn't have been the first time."
"That you cheated?"
She breaks eye contact, and he scrutinizes the look on her face, trying to figure out what she's trying to tell him.
"Beckett?"
She looks up at him, "Two thousand and seven," is all she says.
He furrows his brow, "Two thousand and seven? Is that supposed to mean something to me?"
"Yeah," she nods.
"What?"
"How long were we under cover?"
"Three weeks," he recalls.
"In a one bedroom apartment."
"So?"
"You don't remember?"
"Remember what?"
"It was Valentine's day."
"And we were stuck undercover?"
"You had a girlfriend."
"She wasn't really a girlfriend."
"I..."
His heart skips a beat, "You were engaged. How the hell could I forget about what's his face?"
"Because it lasted about two seconds," she reminds him.
"Why did you break if off with him?'
"It never would have worked."
"I agree," he reveals.
"I couldn't lie to him."
"Lie to him? Beckett what are you talking about?"
"I didn't love him."
"I know."
"And I never told him the truth."
"What do you mean?"
"I told him that I wasn't ready to get married."
"You didn't tell him that you didn't love him?"
"I didn't tell him that, or the other reason either."
"What other reason are you talking about?"
"You."
"Me? What the hell are you talking about?"
"We..." she begins.
"We, what?"
"We went out that night," she reminds him.
"Yeah, I know."
"We both had a lot to drink."
"Yeah," he nods.
"And the next morning when I woke up I..." she trails off.
"You what?"
"I was in bed with you."
He shakes his head, "What are you talking about? I thought that you slept on the couch."
"No. You were still asleep when I woke up."
"You're saying that we..."
"Yeah," she nods.
He rubs his temples, "I thought that it was a dream."
"No."
"Beckett I'm sorry."
"You don't have to apologize."
"I am sorry that I put your relationship with Castle in jeopardy. I never thought you would believe me."
"It doesn't change the fact that I did."
"Are we ever going to be able to fix this? Are you ever going to forgive me?"
"I don't know."
"What about Castle?"
"What about him?"
"He didn't do anything wrong. Are you going to keep shutting him out?"
She turns, and leaves the room without answering him. As she heads for her desk the captain spots her.
"Beckett! My office, now!"
Kate inwardly groans as she heads for Gates' office. She steps inside the office, and Victoria closes the door behind her.
"Have a seat," Victoria instructs, pointing to a chair in front of her desk.
"I'm fine."
"Sit detective Beckett," she says harshly.
Kate swallows hard, and follows the captain's orders.
"We need to talk," Victoria begins.
Kate squirms, "About what?"
"I think that you know."
She shakes her head, "No."
"I think that there is something that you need to tell me. I have tried to ignore the facts, but I don't know how much longer I can do that. Why did you really come back from D.C.?"
"I..."
"The truth," Gates looks at her sternly.
Kate swallows hard, "I think that you know."
"I want to hear it from you."
"There were a lot of reasons," she begins, trying to avoid the truth.
"I want to know the main reason."
"Because of the baby."
Victoria's stone-like expression quickly morphs into a look of bewilderment. She shakes her head, staring at Kate in utter confusion. "Excuse me?"
"I thought that... sir what were you referring to?"
"Castle told me that someone in connection with your mother's murder was blackmailing you, and that your life will continue to be in danger as long as you investigate her murder."
"Oh," Kate swallows hard.
"I should have known such an outlandish story couldn't be true."
"It is true," Kate admits.
"Then why did you say, 'Because of the baby.'? What baby? Is there something else I should know?"