A/N: I was working on this deleted scene for Apologize and I got the idea to take all of the Johanna/Kate scenes I didn't get to put out there and the ones I thought of later on and put them into this one shot collection of Mother/Daughter moments for the ficathon this summer. I hope you enjoy these outtakes!

This first 'scene' would take place in the chapter 25/26 arc of Apologize while Kate was recuperating from her car accident.

Chapter 1- Here With Me

As they watched a cop show on TV, Kate could tell that her mother was growing uncomfortable. She knew the signs of when she had something on her mind and she wondered if maybe she had made a poor choice for entertainment. Perhaps the moments of violence and danger reminded her mother of things she tried not to dwell on too much now that she was adjusting to being the parent of a cop. She knew that it was hard on her mother, although to her credit, she didn't say much about it…she kept it tucked away somewhere inside; somewhere where it couldn't harm their fragile second chance and their revived bond. Kate appreciated the tactic but knowing that something was clearly bothering her made her uneasy and she decided to steel herself and dive in to whatever it was. "What's on your mind?" she asked.

Johanna's attention jerked toward her daughter. "What?"

"I keep getting this strong feeling that something's on your mind," Kate replied.

"Why?"

"You have a tendency to fidget when you're uncomfortable."

"I'm not fidgeting," Johanna replied. "I might have shifted once or twice but it was just to get more comfortable."

She gave her a disbelieving look. "I know you."

"I know you too," her mother remarked flippantly. "I've known you since you were the size of a pea."

Kate smirked at her. "Technically, you didn't know me then; you had no idea what I was."

"I'll have you know that I knew from the start that you were a girl; there was never a doubt in my mind. There was no way for me not to know you, you were in my womb…attached by the umbilical cord; believe me, we were connected and I was fully tuned in."

She gave a short soft laugh in deference to her aching ribs. "Okay, point taken, but still, I know you too…being that we were connected by that umbilical cord and I know something's on your mind so just spit it out."

Johanna sighed, her gaze darting to the TV and then back to her daughter. "Just tell me that they never did that to you at any time in your career," she said, waving a hand at the screen.

"Did what?"

"You know what," Johanna said; her eyes firmly upon her. "Tell me they never dressed you up like a hooker and stood you out on the street."

Kate glanced back at the TV where an undercover cop was dressed up as a hooker; she had definitely made the wrong entertainment choice today. "Of course not," she said without missing a beat. "They only do that on television."

"Liar," her mother accused. "I was a lawyer, I'm not ignorant about these things…and besides, your father watched Cops all the time; they did that stuff on there…I'm not stupid."

"I'm aware of your profession, intelligence and Dad's TV habits."

"The question still stands…were you ever made to do that? And please consider yourself under oath."

She sighed. "Maybe once."

"Oh God," Johanna muttered. "You really did that? You let them dress you up like a floozy and stand you out on the corner?"

Kate shrugged. "It's the job."

"Let that be someone else's job."

"Everyone does some undercover work at some point," she laughed.

"You didn't have the option to say no?" her mother asked.

"I guess I could have but I didn't think it would look good to do so."

"You thought it would look better to be dressed as a prostitute?"

Kate rolled her eyes. "It's just a part of the job, Mother. It's not like I actually went through with anything. Just think of it as playing dress up."

"That's the wrong kind of dress up."

"Fine, it was a reenactment of Pretty Woman…only without the rich, handsome leading man."

Johanna shook her head. "That doesn't help at all…and now I may never be able to watch that movie again and you know it was always one of my favorites."

Kate laughed. "It's really not that big of a deal."

"It is to me. I didn't raise you to be standing on some corner advertising your merchandise."

She tried not to laugh and failed. "I didn't sell the merchandise. It was just a sting operation."

"I don't like it," Johanna remarked. "I don't like it at all. Why did you let them use you like that?"

"Because I didn't look at it as anything but a job…because that's what it was. When you're trying to climb the ranks it's helpful to play ball sometimes. All those busts look good on my record."

"It doesn't look good in the mind of your mother."

"Well that will teach you not to ask questions you don't want to know the answer to."

Johanna shook her head. "Your grandmother rolled in her grave."

"Which one?"

"Both," she stated. "It's probably a close race of which one rolled more."

Amusement flicked across Kate's features. "I find it funny that all of this outrage is coming from you considering that you've been known to undo another button to get out of a speeding ticket."

"I have not," Johanna replied, her gaze shifting away.

"Yes, you have," her daughter confirmed. "Don't deny it; I've been in the car with you when you've done it!"

"Okay; so maybe I have," she stated; "But it's completely different than being dressed up like a hooker and working the street."

"Is it?" Kate asked with a raised brow. "I mean let's think about this; you give a little show, put a little sugar in your voice, bat your eyes, butter up mister traffic cop real nice and you skate by with a warning while he tries not to melt into a puddle."

"It's still different," Johanna remarked. "He's not paying me to flirt with him."

"No, but it is a mutual exchange of goods; he gets a free show and you get out of a ticket…kind of sounds like you were selling the merchandise."

"I have never sold the merchandise!" her mother declared. "If someone wants me, they have to work for it; if you don't believe me, call your father and ask him. He didn't get what he wanted from me until he made a commitment to me."

"We're not talking about you and Dad," she laughed. "We're talking about you and whatever male officer pulls you over for speeding…because there's definitely a trade going on there."

Johanna shook her head. "It's not like that at all…and I'm sure you're exaggerating my behavior."

"Am I?" Kate asked. "I mean I'm pretty sure I recall you saying that you were thankful for the invention of the push up bra because it's saved you a lot of money when it came to speeding tickets over the years."

"I don't deny that I like those; they do make certain outfits look better," her mother said slowly; "But I do not recall making the aforementioned statement to you."

"Oh, aforementioned," Kate repeated; "We're shifting tactics, going from mother to attorney…you must feel like you need a lawyer; you're preparing your defense."

"Not at all; I'm just saying that getting out of a speeding ticket is not the same as being dressed up as a hooker."

"You might not be wearing the fishnets and slut shoes, but you're advertising the merchandise just the same," she taunted.

"No money changes hands."

"For the service you provide," Kate finished.

Johanna eyed her. "You're lucky you're already injured or I'd inflict some maternal justice on you," she declared. "I do not provide any services when negotiating an alleged speeding charge."

"So now it's 'negotiating," her daughter stated with amusement. "I guess that makes all the difference…when you're checking your makeup and popping that extra button before he gets to the car."

"If you think for a minute that I believe that you've never done it yourself, you're crazy," her mother replied. "You can show that badge to me all you want and I still wouldn't be afraid to bet that you've batted your eyes and undone a button to get out of a ticket. There isn't a woman alive who doesn't flirt a little to get out of a ticket or get a discount on something she's buying."

"I bet Grandma Naomi didn't."

Johanna laughed merrily. "Then you didn't know your grandmother very well."

Kate's eyes widened. "What are you saying?!"

Her mother continued to laugh. "Your grandmother wasn't afraid to flirt to get out of a ticket and she wasn't afraid to flirt to get a better price on the dry cleaning, and everyone knew when she was going to the butcher, because she'd put on her best dress, do her makeup just right, spend some extra time on her hair and then she'd butter that butcher up so much that she'd get the best cut of meat in the store for half the price she should have. In fact, I'm pretty sure the butcher was a little bit in love with her. You should've seen his face any time she walked in the door; he'd start to melt as soon as she looked at him and smiled."

"Did Grandpa know about this?!"

"Of course he knew," she laughed. "He hated when she had to go to see the butcher; he'd always come home for lunch that day…like he had to make sure she hadn't run off with him. Then she'd tell him how much money she had saved and he was happy. He wasn't so happy though with her crush on her doctor…I think she knew that and that's why she'd gush so much about him after an appointment. Sometimes she liked to get your grandfather riled…I don't allow myself to think about why, so don't even go there."

Kate raised a hand and shook her head. "Totally not going there…but are we sure we're talking about the same Naomi McKenzie? Because I don't think I ever witnessed this side of her that you're describing."

"Just because you didn't witness it doesn't mean it isn't true," her mother replied. "I knew her a lot longer than you did; she had more than just her grandma side."

"It's hard to believe."

"Well who do you think I learned it from?" Johanna exclaimed. "I learned it from my mother!"

Kate laughed. "Wonderful; passing it down through the generations."

Johanna shrugged. "Every family needs something to pass along; we got the gift of haggling and flirting…which are pretty good things to be inherited…look at all the money you save."

"I guess you have a point about that."

"As always," her mother replied.

The flippant comment was one Kate was used to hearing roll off her mother's lips; after all, she had said it plenty of times while she was growing up…and today, her mother didn't seem to be choosing her words as carefully; she was relaxed, allowing herself to say whatever she wished without much worry. Usually she reserved that habit for their middle of the night chats; not their mid-day on a Saturday discussions…but she was glad that this uncensored side was peeking out again. She didn't really like the knowledge that her mother held some kind of fear of what she could say to her without inspiring anger or upset.

"Does your father know about your little 'for the job, hooker dress up' assignments?" Johanna asked; breaking into her daughter's thoughts.

"God no!" Kate exclaimed. "I'd never tell him that. I kept praying the whole time that I wouldn't bust someone he knew…and thankfully I didn't."

"Thank God he doesn't know," Johanna stated. "He'd probably have a stroke…I had to talk him off the ledge about the dress you wore to your eighth grade dance because it had spaghetti straps."

She nodded. "I remember…thank you for never making him take me to pick up a dress we ordered again."

"I wouldn't have done it that time but that client of mine just would not hear of seeing me the next day…he was such a pain in the ass."

"So was Dad when he saw that dress. I don't know what his problem was when I tried it on to make sure it fit right. We should've just waited until the next day when you could've gone…you had to go get it anyway, thanks to his fit."

Johanna smiled in remembrance. "He thought you looked too grown up in it."

"Back then I thought maybe he thought I looked ugly in it," Kate said with a short laugh; wincing a bit as her ribs pained her for the action.

"I know; you were at that age where you were very self conscious and he got an ear full for it. He just wasn't ready to accept that you were moving into your teen years…it wasn't easy for him. You should've seen him when I had to tell him you started your period…I didn't think he was going to make it through the night."

She laughed once more despite the pain it brought it. "You shouldn't have told him…in fact I'm pretty sure you promised me that you wouldn't."

"I did promise you that but he was growing concerned about your moodiness and the fact that he teased you a little at dinner that night and you burst into tears and ran up to your room," Johanna said with a laugh. "I had no choice but to tell him; he wanted to take you to a doctor…and when I told him what it was, he told me to make it stop; he wasn't ready for it, he didn't want this, you were too young, just make it stop."

Kate knew her ribs were going to kill her later but she kept laughing anyway. "Okay; first of all, I was thirteen; which seems to be the standard age for it, right?"

Johanna nodded. "Yes; and that's what I told him. I told him I was thirteen when I got mine and so was Colleen; you were not too young…but he just kept shaking his head, saying 'no, make it stop, I don't want this'."

"Did he think I wanted it?" she asked, her hand moving to gingerly hold her side. "Because trust me, I didn't."

"I told him that…I told him none of us wanted it…except for a few strange people who seem to anticipate that first one, which I never understood at all."

"Me neither; the whole idea of it just…I don't know," Kate said with a shake of her head and a laugh. "I think it horrified me."

"Of course it did; you called me at work and told me to come home, you thought you were dying…despite us already having that discussion about that certain female joy that would be coming your way that we all get to experience."

"Yeah, well, I wanted to be sure," her daughter replied. "The possibility that I could be dying came to mind and I needed a second opinion…I'm just glad it didn't happen on one of the days I was at Grandma Beckett's; you only let me stay by myself for an hour or two once a week for awhile…and I had to call as soon as I got home and let you know I had locked the door and wasn't using the stove."

"What can I say; letting you stay by yourself was the hard moment for me…I could deal with school dances and periods; it was letting you be alone that bothered me…I just wanted to keep you safe…but I had to let go a little and let you learn; show you that I trusted you," Johanna replied.

Kate was silent for a moment, letting the memory come back to her. "You came home early that day when I called," she said quietly.

"Of course I did; I wasn't going to let you sit at home being worried about something like that. I knew what the problem was; knew that somewhere inside you probably knew too; but it startled you and you needed me. I wasn't going to embarrass you by discussing it on the phone when I had told you there was a client in my office, and he was listening to every word I said. I had to come home and help you deal with it."

"You must not have finished your meeting; you got home quicker than I expected," she said softly.

"I didn't," Johanna confirmed. "I told him my daughter had an emergency and I needed to leave; he wasn't happy…he said he was paying me to do a job not coddle my kid."

"What did you say?" Kate asked.

"I told him the phone book was full of other lawyers if he wanted to find someone else; my daughter came first," she said softly.

"Did he drop you as his lawyer?"

She shook her head. "Surprisingly no; he rescheduled for a few days later, bitched a lot and docked my fee by fifty dollars but I didn't give a damn."

"Sorry," Kate murmured.

"Don't be," Johanna replied. "It wasn't the first time I left work early to tend to a family issue…or my sick child. Some things are more important and if people can't understand that, then that's their problem."

She offered her mother a small smile. "Thanks for coming that day."

Johanna took her hand. "I'm your mother; it was no problem. Getting you through the experience was a lot easier than getting your father through it. He kept making anguished groans all night."

Just like that, the mood was lightened once more before the emotion of the moment could drive them into uncertain waters despite their more relaxed closeness in the days following Kate's accident. She gave a soft short laugh. "I can't believe he told you to make it stop."

"He did…I told him if I had the power to stop it, I'd stop my own."

Her daughter smirked at her. "I'm sure by now you no longer have that issue…you're of that age now."

Her mother gave her a smug look. "Don't go thinking you're being cute; not dealing with periods is the one good thing about being in this age frame; but I lasted until I was 52; and they say your mother is a good indication of how long you'll go, so miss sassy pants, you've still got another twenty years; who's laughing now?"

"That's cold, Mother; very cold."

"And yet so true," Johanna quipped. "How are you feeling; you're favoring your side. Do you need a pain pill?"

Kate shook her head. "No; maybe just some Advil; I'd rather see if that works first."

"Alright," her mother replied as she rose from the couch. "I'll get it."

Kate shifted and curled into the corner of the sofa; hating that the injury hurt so much and that the medication made her feel tired. But she'd be lying if she said it wasn't nice to have her mother around to take care of her again. She'd also be lying if she said she didn't enjoy these easier conversations between them.

"Here you go," Johanna said as she returned to the room with two tablets and a glass of water. "We'll give it two hours; if it hasn't helped by then, we'll cut a pain pill in half, okay?"

"Okay," she agreed before swallowing the tablets that were offered to her.

Johanna put the glass on the stand and then settled back down on the sofa with her. "If you get sleepy; go to sleep, everything will be alright."

"I know; but I'm fine for now," she replied; and then she decided to switch the topic back to its original focus. "How do you think Dad would feel about your, shall we say, speeding ticket negotiations?"

Her mother smiled. "He knows all about it."

"Then why was I always told, 'don't tell your father'?"

"Two reasons; one, he doesn't like it…but he does know about it; he's known since before we were dating; and two, you know he hates when I speed. I didn't want lectures."

"How did Dad know about your cop flirt tactic before you were dating?"

"Because he's seen me do it," she answered. "I was driving his car one day and we got pulled over…he saw the whole thing."

"And he married you anyway," Kate teased.

She nodded. "What can I say; your father has impeccable taste when it comes to choosing a wife."

"And yet you made mention of him and Melanie…and you still really haven't told me about her and that whole situation."

"I'd rather not taint a good mood with thoughts of Melanie," Johanna replied. "But maybe I'll tell you that story tomorrow. I don't want you to overtax yourself."

"How would I overtax myself?" Kate asked "I'm sitting on the couch with you listening to you talk."

"Yes; but Melanie seems to instantly inspire a level of intense hatred in me that brings along with it high sarcasm and violent urges…which you would probably find amusing and you'd hurt your ribs more by laughing."

"But still," Kate said; "It's not like I'm time traveling to witness the events unfold…although I think I would if I could just so I could watch a few of your soap opera moments."

Her mother smiled wistfully. "I miss those days. I didn't know how good I had it back then."

"What do you mean?"

"The worries I had back then…they seem so simple and miniscule compared to what I've been worrying about for so long now."

Kate shifted uncomfortably; she didn't really want to go down this road despite the fact that they were a bit closer now. "Probably a lot of people feel that way," she replied; knowing it was a generic answer but it was the best she could come up with.

"Maybe so," Johanna said quietly. "One worry has stayed the same; although it took a break for about 21 years."

"What's that?"

"Being alone," her mother answered softly. "That worry made a rapid reappearance thirteen years ago and hasn't gone away yet."

"You're not alone anymore," Kate stated; her gaze shifting away.

"I know…but I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel like the possibility was still there."

"Why do you say that?" her daughter asked.

Because she wasn't a fool, Johanna thought to herself. She knew that it wouldn't take much to upset the precarious bonds that she was rebuilding. She knew that one wrong move or word and her whole world could come apart again before the glue on the pieces she had put back together had properly dried. Jim and Katie could change their minds and send her packing. They didn't owe her anything. She'd be destroyed but she couldn't hold it against them if they asked her to go at some future point. She didn't like to think about that…especially when her daughter had been letting her in more lately and the fact that her husband had stopped on his way to a meeting about work just to check on her and kiss her good morning…allowed her to cajole him into staying for a quick breakfast. But it stayed in her mind just the same…that any given moment they could decide that they didn't want to do this after all.

A flick against her arm and her daughter's voice saying "Hey" pulled her from her thoughts.

"Hmm?" she answered absentmindedly as she shook off the depressing thoughts that sometimes consumed her.

"I think I lost you for a minute," Kate remarked.

The comment slammed into her in a way she knew Kate didn't mean but she found herself shaking her head, her hands trembling slightly at the thought of them being parted again. "No; you won't lose me again…I won't let that happen."

Puzzlement filled her daughter's eyes. "I didn't mean that."

"I know…" she said before trailing off, trying desperately to keep from sinking back into her thoughts.

Kate flicked her once again. "Hey; I thought you weren't tainting a good mood?"

"I didn't mean to," Johanna confessed.

"Then stop it," she said, flicking her again. "Go get a glass of wine; you seem like maybe you could use one…you seem tense all of a sudden."

Her mother shook her head. "I'm fine."

Another flick landed against Johanna's arm as her daughter eyed her with a raised brow.

"Why are you flicking me?" she exclaimed, pulling her arm against her and hopefully out of range.

"Because it annoys you," Kate replied.

She glared at her. "You know this and yet you're doing it anyway?"

Kate nodded. "Seems that way."

Johanna made a graceful sweep of her hand and flicked Kate in the ear. "Ow!" her daughter exclaimed.

"How do you like it?" her mother asked.

"I didn't flick you in the ear!"

"No; but unfortunately the side of you I'm closest to is injured…but your ear is fine."

"At least it was," Kate retorted as she rubbed her ear.

Johanna laughed. "Now you'll learn."

"No; I'll just retaliate at a later date," the younger woman proclaimed. "I just didn't want you going to that place you seem to go to…I don't like when you go there."

"I don't like it either," Johanna said quietly.

"Then don't go there," Kate replied softly, her fingers reaching out and entwining with her mother's. "Stay here with me."

Tears stung her eyes and she swallowed hard as she gave her daughter's fingers a gentle squeeze. "I'm not going anywhere…I promise."

"You can have a glass of wine though if you want one…we usually have one when we're here alone."

"I'm not going to drink your wine in front of you when you can't have any right now," Johanna declared as she got up from the sofa. "I'll get another soda."

"I guess you're probably not going to bring me one since you're such a stickler for rules," Kate commented; needling her mother about restricting her caffeine intake due to her concussion.

"I'll bring you a small juice glass of soda and that's it for now," Johanna replied. "Still no coffee, so don't even bother working your way up to that one later."

"I'll take what I can get," she remarked, a touch of sarcasm in her voice.

Johanna returned to the room a few minutes later and handed Kate her small glass while taking a sip of her own drink before putting it on the stand. She settled back down on the couch with her daughter, her eyes glancing to the television screen where the cop show still played, the female cop still in her hooker garb. "I'll tell you one thing, Katherine Houghton," she said somewhat firmly; "If I ever drive down a street and see you standing there dressed like a hooker, I'm getting out of the car and beating you for it…and I don't care what your excuse for it is."

Kate smirked at her. "I think I'm a little too known now for the hooker stings, Mother."

"It's a good damn thing," Johanna replied; "Because I mean it; I would get out of the car."

"Oh I know you would…and I'd probably be unemployed for it."

"I'd pay your bills until you found something else; I'd consider it a small price to pay to keep you from pretend hooker duty."

"I promise you that it will never happen again," Kate stated.

"Good; make sure it doesn't…and if they want to try to fire you for saying no; I'll just sue them for you, so don't worry about it, you'll be a wealthy woman when I'm done."

"Let's not think about you picking up your law career," she replied. "We're not tainting a good mood, remember?"

"Right," Johanna agreed; dropping that line of the conversation. "But you know, just the same, don't ever let me catch you standing around like that."

"I already promised…don't make me pull you over for speeding, because you will get a ticket from me…and if one of my colleagues should; please just take the ticket and don't work your charm on them, I don't need to hear it in the break room."

Her mother picked up her glass of soda. "I don't think I can promise that."

"Why not?"

"Because I like wiggling out of speeding tickets…it lets me know I've still got it."

Kate laughed. "Dad doesn't let you know enough?"

"Of course he does; but, you know, once in awhile you like to know that more than one person thinks so in an entirely innocent fashion."

She nodded. "I get that."

"I figured you might."

"So…tomorrow's story hour is Melanie, right?"

Johanna smiled. "Yes, dear; if you insist, we shall discuss the Slut Queen."

Kate's eyes sparkled with amusement. "I definitely insist."

"How are you feeling? Is the Advil helping?"

"Yeah; I'm feeling some better," Kate answered; a small smile on her lips. It wasn't just the medication that was helping…it was the comfort of an easy afternoon with her mother as well.