A/N Sorry bout the long wait I had planned on posting this a lot sooner but I wound up getting writer's block, but you shouldn't have to wait too long for the next chapter because I already have over half of it written. Special Thanks to my Beta DMarx I couldn't do this without you.

Disclaimer: Still don't own Castle

She goes out and helps him unload the car, and while he takes the suitcases back to the bedroom to unpack their clothes, she heads to the kitchen to start cooking them some dinner. She decides on spaghetti since it's quick and easy and will go great with the Italian white wine Castle brought along. She catches sight of him out of the corner of eye as he strolls into the kitchen.

"Hey you're just in time," she says turning towards him. "I'll grab us some glasses and pour us some wine." Although right now she wishes they had something stronger to drink. She goes to the cabinet and then mentally curses when she realizes her father doesn't have any wine glasses up here. She sighs, opening up the cabinet, and luckily finds some plastic cups. She grabs two, then recovers the wine from the fridge and pours them some.

They sit down to eat and there is an uncomfortable silence that settles over them, tension in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. He's not the least bit happy about being here. After everything that's happened, the last thing he wanted to do was take a weekend trip with her. But he agreed to come up here. Why? He doesn't know. He wants to forgive her, but right now he just can't. The wound she caused to his heart is still too fresh and raw. He doesn't understand how she could have been willing to throw away the past year for some damn job. He thought things were going well, and had wracked his brain trying to figure just where the hell things had gone wrong and how the hell he had missed the signs.

"So when does Alexis leave for Costa Rica?" she asks, finally breaking the silence while twirling the noodles around her fork.

"Next week," he replies, taking a bite of food.

"I bet she's really excited."

"Yeah. Yeah she is."

She takes a bite of food as silence yet again falls between them, and this time as she looks over at him, she watches him for moment before she speaks again. "I guess you're wondering why I asked you to come up here with me." He looks up at her then she nods slightly and continues. "We've been together for over a year now, but we have yet to talk about where we're going in this relationship. And it's time we talk. And I figured this would be the best place, here. It's just us. No chance of a murder interrupting us or any other distractions."

"Are you sure? I mean for all you know there could be a homicidal maniac wielding a machete lurking out there in the woods," he quips.

"Castle, stop," she says narrowing her eyes at him.

"What?"

"Stop trying to change the subject," she shoots back, a little harsher than she intended.

"I'm not trying to change the subject."

"Yes you are. You always do when I try to have a serious conversation with you."

"I do not."

"Really?" she says giving him the look. "What about that time after the Vaughn case when I asked you where we were going and you said "the bedroom" and how about that time-"

He sighs heavily, his shoulders slump. "Okay fine. Look what do you want from me?"

"I want you to talk to me." She says honestly. "I want to know where we're going in this relationship."

"I think I made it perfectly clear where I want this relationship to go when I proposed to you. Contrary to what you think, I didn't propose to you out of desperation. I've had that ring for over a month. And I was just waiting until the right moment."

"And you seriously thought that was the best moment?" she asks, because she can't believe that he honestly thought that was the perfect moment.

"Yes. I mean no," he stumbles, then sighs, "Okay, maybe that wasn't the perfect moment."

"You think? I mean hell, Castle, I thought you were breaking up with me," she retorts.

"What why would you think?"

"Well what the hell was I supposed to think? You sure as hell didn't look happy to see me and then you're talking about wanting more and how we both deserve more."

"Well, I will admit that I was still angry with you."

And that had been another reason she had turned him down because she didn't want him angry with her. She wanted a proposal like she had seen in countless movies him down on one knee tears in his eyes, looking at her the way he looks at her when they're making love his eyes so blue and with a smile on his face.

"Look, I didn't need you to propose to me. I just needed to know that you were committed in this relationship."

He stares at her wide eyed, unable to believe she is actually questioning his commitment to her. How the hell she could question that after he had stayed by her side while she stood on a damn bomb?

"How the hell could you question my commitment?" he snaps back, with a cold steel gaze. "I should be the one questioning your commitment."

"Seriously?"

"Yes, I am serious. -You had drinks with Erik Vaughn and then you practically let him kiss you."

She groaned, could not believe he was bringing Erik Vaughn up again, now when, she would be perfectly happy if she never heard his name again. What she did was not something she was proud of, but she had apologized to Castle, so what more did he want from her?

"And then you go and interview for a job in another city. To me that shows you're not committed in this relationship."

She lets out a long, drawn-out sigh and lowers her head. "Castle," she says quietly.

"No. You know what save it," he says, getting up and heading for the door.

"Castle, where are you going?" she asks looking up at him.

"Out," se says, slamming the door behind him.