17 year old Emily opened her eyes and turned off her alarm clock. She rolled out of bed and made her way to her suitcase. She couldn't help but snicker, "the life of a foster kid" she thought. Emily had learned a long time ago that kids like her didn't stay in a home for too long. She couldn't even remember all the homes she has been to. Her gift was not accepted and she has become accustomed to being alone. It was days like this that Emily missed her unknown parents the most. She couldn't help but wonder if they would have been able to help her understand her gift and maybe they were like her to.
It was 6:30 when she walked out the door. She let out a bitter laugh, 6:30 in the morning and she had already been yelled at. She made her way to the park on 47th and went to her favorite spot on the swings. She had two hours until school started so she plugged in her headphones. She smiled as Castle began to play. She knew the episode by heart. The familiarity was exactly what she needed right now, the ache in her chest was extremely strong today. An episode and a half later Emily checked the time, it was 7:47so she made her way in the direction of the school. She remained focused on the fight taking place on the phone and didn't see the manhole that was only a few feet away. She hit the floor with a loud thud and then everything went black.
Emily woke up to a horrid smell. She surveyed her surroundings and noticed that she was in an ally. She scowled, the nauseating stench was radiating from the dumpster she was currently lying next to. She began to move her limbs checking to see if anything was broken, everything seemed to be okay. That's when she felt it; it wasn't strong which could only mean one thing. Emily bolted up, not caring at all about the throbbing pain in her head, looking for the source of the energy. She found the man on the other side of the dumpster. She reached in her pocket panicking when she didn't feel her phone. She returned to her side of the dumpster and found the device hidden under the odorous beast. After Emily hurriedly dialed 9-1-1 and explained her predicament she took a deep, much needed, breath. She kneeled down and with a shaky finger felt his neck for a pulse shuddering at the contact. Her suspicion was confirmed when she felt no pulse.
She took a good look at him and knowing he was dead placed her lips to his anyways. When nothing happened she repeated the process again, and again, and again. Emily slumped down against the wall in defeat and closed her eyes. She must have dozed off because when she came to she saw two men in uniform walking towards her. Emily explained to the officers that she was the one who found the body. After asking a handful of questions they said their 'thank yous', then disappeared to do some crowd control.
Then she saw them walking towards her. She stood up and stared at the brunette. The brunette spoke,
"Hi, I'm-"
"Stana Katic!" Emily interjected star struck. The women looked confusedly at her partner.
"No, I'm Detective Kate Beckett."
Emily's jaw dropped as she looked at her surroundings. She wasn't in L.A. she was in New freaking York!