Hi and welcome to my first attempt at a future fic, though not in the traditional sense, haha. I got this idea earlier and it would not let go. At all. So, now, you get this. I've written this in it's entirety already, and will update daily (I swear this will be complete in about a week). I know this chapter is ridiculously short, but the others are longer, I swear. Okay now that you've read a bunch of pointless things, let's get on with the fic shall we? Oh, and please, please, review. They make my day. :)

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Kate couldn't believe him. The one thing she'd told him not to do, the one thing he was forbidden to touch, and he went there. That self-centered jackass dug up her mother's case when she'd specifically asked him not to. The fact that he found new information was irrelevant. She didn't want to be dragged down that hole again.

After their talk at the hospital, she declared their partnership over. She was so livid she could barely stand to look at him. Kate had then gone to the precinct; informing Captain Montgomery of the change and insisting Rick Castle have nothing more to do with the twelfth precinct. She wanted him gone, and the captain made it so.

She hadn't stayed there long. The boys could tell something was up but she wasn't around long enough for them to ask much. Instead of catching a cab and immediately heading home, Kate decided to walk a little bit. Her home was so empty, and though she didn't want to be around anyone right now, walking near others at least gave the illusion that she wasn't completely alone.

Before she could talk herself out of it, Kate picked up her cell and dialed. It was good to hear her father's voice on the end. They talked during most of Kate's walk, about her dad's job, what his friends had been up too. She avoided mentioning much about herself and though she considered it, didn't tell him about Castle's recent betrayal. There would be time for that talk with him later, as well as telling him all Castle found, but now, she just wanted the pleasant conversation.

She was freezing by the time she made it back to her apartment. If one is going to take long walks outside in the middle of winter, they should at least remember to wear a heavier coat. Kate didn't care though. Cold meant feeling something, and right now she seemed to be going numb. And she couldn't decide if she was glad about that or not.

Kate hadn't wanted to think of her mother that night. It would've been inevitable soon; the next day was Mother's Day, but not that night. Now, instead of enjoying the calm before the storm, Kate was alone in her bathtub, tears streaming down her face. The water had long gone cold but she didn't care. Right now, all she wanted was her mother.

Eventually, she made it out of the tub. She toweled off, before slipping into her most comfortable pajamas. Kate stumbled into bed, not bothering to dry her hair. It's not like she was planning on seeing anyone tomorrow anyway. It wasn't long before her tears finally subsided, and Kate drifted off to sleep.

It was the sun that woke her, its rays warming her face. She thought she'd closed her curtains the night before, but decided she must have forgotten. Kate had yet to open her eyes, too content to stay snuggled now under the covers. The bed was more comfy than she remembered, the satin sheets felt great against her skin—

Kate's eyes flew open. Her bed didn't have satin sheet. As she adjusted to the brightness caused by the rising sun, Kate came to realize she wasn't in her room.

She sat up slowly, letting her gaze wonder. The bedroom was in was large, but still cozy, in a way. The walls were a deep red, lightened by the rays of sunlight. If she wasn't so confused, Kate thought she might actually like the room.

Her confusion intensified when she noticed that instead of the baggy sweatshirt and pants she'd fallen asleep in, she was now sporting a man's large tee along with some very skimpy panties, ones she didn't remember buying. Kate was also shocked to see long, dark curls spilling over her shoulders, stopping just above her chest. None of this made any sense.

The next thing she heard stopped her cold.

"Mommy! Mommy!" Accompanying the calls were the pitter patter of feet before the bedroom door was thrown open. Two children, who couldn't be older than four, crashed through the doorway and flung themselves onto the bed. Kate stared at the little boy and girl in wonder.

"Mommy, you're awake!" The little girl cried as she collided with Kate's body.

"Happy Mother's Day!" shouted the little boy. His sister punched him.

"We was gonna say it t'gether, stupid." She told him.

"Sorry," her brother said, rubbing his arm.

Kate watched the exchange dumbfounded. They were the most adorable children she'd ever seen. The little boy had dark hair that seemed badly in need of a trim and almost hid his hazel eyes. He round face was fashioned in a pout.

His sister had sharper facial features. Her light brown hair was pulled back into pig tales, wispy bangs fell across her forehead, ending just above her bright blue eyes. Their smiles were so big when they looked at her, Kate couldn't help but smile back.

"Guys, no fighting on Mommy's big day, okay?" a male voice sounded through the room. "Now, Piper tell Tyler you're sorry."

"Sorry, Ty." Piper flashed him an apologetic smile.

But Kate wasn't looking at them anymore. Her eyes were trained on the man in the doorway, the shirtless man in the doorway, holding a breakfast tray in his hands. His hair was mussed from sleep and his pajama bottoms had slid a little below his hips. Kate couldn't believe what she was seeing. It couldn't be him. There was no way.

"Castle?"