Disclaimer: If I owned Castle, we wouldn't be staring in the face months of emptiness, just waiting for the morning after!

Basically, I want to take the titles of all the episodes and use them as inspiration for one-shots! I don't think anyone has done this yet, but if they have I'm sorry to have copied your idea! Some of these one-shots are going to be AU. Some of them may not be. Just going to type and see where my fingers take me

Flowers For Your Grave

She pulled up into her usual spot, turned off the engine of the Crown Vic, and took a deep breath in, exhaling slowly, eyes closed. Her day had not gone to plan. Not that an NYPD detective could have much of a day to day plan due to the nature of the job but even the little things that she could usually count on had gone to pieces; the coffee machine had broken at the most critical time, her phone had died, all of her M+M's had mysteriously disappeared from her desk, she had fought with him that ended up with sending him home. It was just one of those days. It was unfortunate for her that it was today of all days, the day she had after work plans. She wasn't rushing to get out of the precinct for a big night out, or to watch trashy Friday night shows on television. No, this was the day that she had set aside for her to be with her mom. Perhaps this was why her day had not gone smoothly. Kate Beckett didn't believe in karma, or some divine being controlling the universe and it's goings on, but now she was changing her mind. She rested her head on the steering wheel in front of her, trying to let go of the fact that he was right and she was wrong. Eugh, she never ever wanted that to happen.

"Yo Beckett," Esposito had called just as she was reaching for her coat to finally leave. She turned slowly knowing that said coat wouldn't be going on her back anytime soon by the sounds of it. He wore a small apologetic smile while holding up a file, shaking it slightly to indicate a development that just couldn't wait for tomorrow.

She sighed, returned her coat to the back of her chair, and followed him to his desk.

"So, it looks like Castle may have been right" he told her hesitantly once Beckett had walked over.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me", Kate huffed as she took the file in her hands, flipping it open.

"Afraid not"

"I sent him home because he was driving me nuts with his crazy theories, and now it turns out he was right all along," she groaned and rubbed a hand down her weary face.

"Hey, you couldn't now he was right. This is Castle for crying out loud, he sprouts theories left, right and center. Hell he probably stayed with this one because he knew it drove you crazy!" Esposito tried to placate his boss seeing that she was near exploding.

"You did lay into him pretty hard though," Ryan shyly piped up from behind them. He would hate to admit it but it was blatantly clear that he regarded Castle with some level of hero worship at times. He was like the cool older brother. Or Dad.

Esposito turned to glare at him, shutting up any further support of Castle and his over active imagination.

Kate let out another exasperated sigh and through the file down onto the desk, conveniently ignoring Ryan's comment. She knew that she had been harsher than normal; he was the easiest person to take out her frustrations of the day because he usually would back down, or offer some kind of quip that could extinguish her anger in seconds even when she really wished it wouldn't. Today however, he also was not himself. When she had snapped back at him and told him to grow up, leave off from the crazy theory of the hour, his usual glistening, sparkling blue eyes had gone hard. They stared straight back at her angry browns with a look of hurt and frustration.

"One day, I will be right," he had said, an edge to his voice. "I will be right because sometimes you just cannot see what is right in front of you, that tells the best story."

"Argh Castle, go home. I can't be doing with this now. I am a cop, you are a writer. This is my field, my expertise, so leave it."

She stalked out of the break room, avoiding eye contact with the boys, and plonked herself down at her desk, coffee and M+M-less. She had regretted snapping at him as soon as the words had left her mouth but she had too much pride to apologize at that moment, so he had left. And she didn't stop him.

Back in her car, her head was still resting on the steering wheel. She took another deep breath and lifted herself up, reached behind her for her things, and got out into the crisp October air. Wrapping her jacket around her tighter she began her walk; a walk that had become easier over the years but still held a level of pain.

When she reached her destination she lay the bouquet down and knelt on the floor, brushing away the leaves that covered the inscription; 'Vincit Omnia Veritas'. Unusually, Kate snorted in amusement. How ironic. Truth really does conquer all. Castle was right, and not just about the case. She had blinders that were almost always on. She found that coming to this space, gave her clarity, some peace. It put her days in some perspective, something that only a mother can do, whether in person or in spirit. She sat there for a while longer, enjoying the quiet, remembering the past, and thinking to the future. She knew eventually that those blinders would have to be taken off, and she knew that that would be achieved by the same force that was knocking down that wall she had built up inside. For once, she knew that she was the one that had to do the apologizing. With him, she couldn't brush it under the carpet or hide behind her pride, no matter how much his CIA conspiracy theories drove her mad. This time, he had been right and she had been wrong.

Before she left she plucked a white rose, the flower for forgiveness, from the mixed bouquet she had bought, and tucked it in her jacket. She had one more stop to make before returning to her apartment.

Reviews would be greatly appreciated as I really want to improve!