Thanks to Aero09 for helping me and for the name of the story ;)

Rick Castle shot straight up, banging his head on something metal. Looking around he slowly remembered that he was in a metal holding cell at the 12th prescient and the metal object he hit his head was the wall. Standing up, he turned against the wall and started to bang his head out of boredom. What would Alexis, or mother? Castle asked himself as he slowly stopped banging his head and started pacing. Kate had done this, HIS Kate, but she was just doing her job, He continued to think, but was detracted by the door to the holding cells open and the unforgettable sound of Beckett's favorite high heeled boots clicking against the tiled hallway. She stopped at Castle's cell with her back to him. A million thoughts started to run through his head. Even through the metal, she still looked gorgeous. The way her black button top clung to her curves, the way her jeans made her small, thin waist look... Castle's train of thought was ran off track when Beckett turned to look at him, her green eyes meeting with his for the first time in months. "Come with me," She told him, in a voice that he heard her use all the time when she in with suspects, as she opened the cell door. As Castle followed her, for a minute he felt like he had all those months ago, her shadow, on her heels every minute. The feeling didn't last long, because once they got to the interrogation room he sat on the opposite side of the table, the first time since they first met. "Mr. Castle," She said, portraying the words as if they had never met.

"Beckett," He told her, the first he had spoken to her since he was arrested.

"Mr. Castle, what were you doing at Ms. Cowell's apartment?"

"Beckett, come on!"

"Are you going to answer the question?"

"Do you really think that I would kill my ex-wife?"

"MR. CASTLE!" Beckett screamed at him.

"WHAT!" He replied in the same tone.

"Are you going to answer the question?"

"Are you going to answer mine?" Beckett rolled her eyes and leaned over the table.

"You better answer the question!"

"You better answer the question!" He repeated back to her. Their screaming and arguing went on for at least an hour before Beckett caved.

"No, I don't think you would kill you're ex-wife, but we found you at her murder scene with a gun!"

"Have Lanie look at her, she wasn't killed by a bullet!" Beckett glared at him before sitting back down.

"How do you know?" She asked, her voice just as confused as her expression.

"There was ligature marks around her neck, i found her, i didn't kill her!"

"Then what was with the gun?"

"I started carrying a gun with me, so?"

"When were at her apartment?"

"She asked me to come over to talk about the release of Naked Heat."

"Thank you, Mr. Castle. That's all for now," Beckett stated before walking out of the door. Seeing him again, it brought back up all those emotions, but when she saw a tall, dark, handsome man walk towards her, the emotions were pushed back down. The man walked up to Beckett and smiled.

"You ready?" He asked before he took her arm and lend her to the elevator.