She walking into the coffee shop to meet her dad, their Sunday ritual. When he saw her, he stood from the booth, giving her a hug. "Hey, Katie."

"Hey dad." She smiled and sat across from him.

"How's the baby doing?" He glanced down at her stomach.

"Good. Everything is good. I'm starting to show a little." She looked down and then bit her lip. "I'm a little worried though."

"Is the stress causing the flashbacks again?" He knew her like the back of his hand.

"She nodded. I know I'll be fine, but it's still overwhelming. The shooting is still so real." She looked up and met his gaze.

"I know, hun. But you have everyone around you, especially Rick, to help you. You're not alone.

"I know, dad." Kate sipped her water, giving Jim a warm smile.

He shifted in his seat, and then spoke. "Speaking of Rick Kate, you know how you said Rick saved you?"

"Yes?" She wondered where this was going.

"I see how happy you are, and I want you to think about that when I tell you this. I found it." He gripped the mug harder.

"Excuse me, what?" She leaned in as if she hadn't heard.

"When your mother died, I thought I would never feel this way again. No one could ever replace Johanna, but I feel like this with Cindy."

Kate jumped back. "Are you two going to get married?"

He stayed calm, expecting her strong reaction. "Well I was thinking about asking her to move in with me." He stared at Kate, looking for emotions to indicate how she was feeling.

"Move into yours and mom's house? To sleep on mom's side of the bed? Then what is she going to use the drawers and cupboards that mom used for her things? What next, do I have to call her mom? Are we going to find her dead in an alleyway?" Kate didn't know where this was coming from, but she didn't like her father's plan to let some woman move in and take her mother's place; it was so wrong.

"That's enough." Jim hissed at her, slamming his fist on the table, making people glance in their direction. "I was hoping you would be happy for me, and act your age, but you're acting like a six year old. It's been a very long time, Kate."

"What, I'm acting like a six year old because I don't want you replacing mom?" Her voice was getting loud, her hands shaking.

"I'm sorry to hurt and upset you, but don't you want me to be happy?" Jim made one last effort to appeal to his daughter.

Kate got up, grabbing her jacket in her arms. "I have to go."

Jim reacted, standing as well. "No, come on."

She had already walked away from the table. She felt like she couldn't breath, her heart beating fast. It made her dizzy, as she thought about all the bad; her mother, the shooting, 3XK, Bracken; the result of her PTSD. She stifled her tears, and took a deep breath.

She hadn't been paying attention, trying to calm her nerves, when she tripped on the curb and stumbled into the road. She picked herself slowly, but the driver of the oncoming car didn't see her. The last thing she heard was "Kate, watch out!" before she was hit.

When she woke up, the soreness hit her instantly. The bright lights causing her to blink harshly. She felt things sticking in her arm. Naturally, she panicked, trying to rip them out and free herself.

Just when she was about to pull the IV, Castle grabbed her wrist.

"Help, help me!" She screamed. Finally, she realized where she was, and started sobbing. Castle pushed the hair off of her forehead. "Castle." She whimpered.

"Yes, baby, I'm right here." He held her hand, stroking her cheek.

"Is the baby alright?"

He tried his hardest not to cry. He lowered her gaze from hers, not being able to tell her.

She saw the look, the devastated, horrifying face of someone who had just had their world shattered. She held his hand tighter, pushing her face into the pillow. "No, please. No, not my baby!" Castle hugged her tight, as they both cried in each other's arms