I know, I know, I seriously need to update my other works. But this one just happened. I do have a note about this one however: This is a crossover, and I will add the second fandom (if possible) with the second chapter.

Oh, naturally both fandoms aren't mine. Hah, if only. Yes, this perhaps is a cryptically disclaimer but a proper one will follow in the second chapter. Yup, such mystery!

Seventy-nine year old Martha Rodgers inhaled deeply, enjoying the current silence. Much as she hated to admit it, she preferred silence over sound now. Silence offered her time to think, and thinking was something that she severely needed now. The object of her thinking was her son, Richard Alexander Rodgers, famously known as Richard Edgar Castle. Her beautiful, amazing son was now a responsible father and husband to his two three children and his gorgeous wife Katherine Beckett. And though he had everything he ever wanted, he didn't know everything. And the question here was whether she should tell him that pivotal information or not.

'Miss Rodgers?'

Martha shot up her head at the sudden intrusion to see her nurse, Alicia Reynolds, peeking inside Martha's exclusive room. Her son, as a famous and rich writer, had rented an exclusive room for her, which was foreseen with all luxuries a senior citizen flat could offer.

'Yes Alicia?'

'There is a gentleman here that would like to see you if you wish so.'

'For me? Who would it be?'

'He wouldn't offer his name; he just said he was Alfred's friend.'

Martha's tired eyes grew big as she recognized the name she hadn't heard for decades now, and she felt her heartbeat increase when she realized who the person in question was.

'Let him in, Alicia…No wait, give me five minutes before you send him in.'

Alicia nodded and disappeared, and Martha stood up from her bed to get to the closest mirror. She soon found one in the hall.

'Oh my,' she sighed as she peered at her own image. Her fingertips gently travelled over her face, investigating the wrinkles on her forehead, around her eyes and her cheeks. Age had indeed caught up with her, and she sighed as she thought of how her face looked the last time he'd seen her.

She then went over to her small box of jewelry, and took out that very necklace he had eventually given her after all that ruckus they had made over it. A blood red lipstick followed, and with a little smirk, Martha put it on her aged lips. Last was the black line of kohl, lightly yet expertly put on the wrinkled eyelids.

'I suppose this is as good as it gets today,' she mused as she brushed her hair quickly, the tired hair that was done with the hair dye and was mostly grey now. She gave herself a last look in the mirror before she went back to her living room, awaiting her visitor. She didn't have to wait long, three knocks soon followed after she made herself comfortable.

'Can I come in?'