Re-dialing the same number again, Becektt pulls up to the crime scene and parks the sedan. She can't figure out why Castle isn't answering, but at this point she doesn't care; she had already left him a voicemail about the crime scene, if he didn't show she'll call again after she learns more about the body drop she was approaching. Lanie and Esposito were on vacation, Ryan had the day off, and who really knows where Perlmutter was. So the ME was someone she had never met and she'd be working this one alone, if the case got to big she could always ask Karpowski's team for help. But Castle should be enough of her team to solve a case, even though she would never tell him that.

The body was covered as she walked towards it and she asked, "What've we got?" to the ME; not paying any attention to her, he replies, "White male, two shots to the head. Face is so messed up, I'll have to ID him through fingerprints. I'll know more when I get him back to the morgue," and turns away. 'Okay rude' Beckett though as she took her phone out of her pocket and re-dialed Castle's number for the 13th time that morning. "God answer your…." Was all she got out of her mouth before she heard a phone ringing. It was so clearly coming from under the white sheet covering the victim. Her face dropped and everyone around her stopped and looked at the body. She quickly hung up and just as abruptly the ringing stopped. "That could just be a coincidence," she tried to tell herself.

Her world had just dropped into the abyss. Her morning went from the usual to possibly the worst. She knelt down next to the body and thought to herself "it's not him, it can't be him." She couldn't bring herself to lift the sheet up and instead asked the ME, "What else do you know about the victim?"

"Well it wasn't a robbery, credit card and cash left in the wallet, along with some pictures, but none of him just some red-head. No ID though."

She couldn't move, her world was spinning all over the place. Suddenly she had to picture a world where Castle no longer existed. That though alone made her blood run cold. She needed to know. Slowly she grabbed the end of the white blanket and took a deep breath in. bracing herself she pulled the blanket down to the man's chest, and took a deep look. The ME definetly wasn't lying when he said that no facial recognition could be made. But he had the same body type, and dressed the same. This could be him. Suddenly she couldn't breathe. That could be Castle, the man she loves and never told lying in front of her dead. 'Pictures of a redhead,' his daughter. Those would definetly be the only pictures he kept in his wallet.

As much as she tried to convince herself otherwise, it was becoming more and more apparent that his mad could be Richard castle. She called him again, and again the phone on the body rang. She searched for it and found the phone in the back pants pocket. Sure enough the front screen read "Kate Beckett."

She lost it. Somehow she had made it back to the sedan before she broke down. All of the sudden, Kate couldn't remember how to breathe. She had let Castle die without telling him she loved him. And even worse he died believing that she didn't hear his own love confession to her. He was always there for her even when she pushed him away, God she felt like a terrible person.

She didn't know how long she was sitting in the car, and she couldn't remember when she had begun crying. But as she looked up the clock it read and hour later and her eyes were as red as the blood at the crime scene. Then she remembered something, "pictures of a redhead." Alexis. Suddenly Kate knew what she had to do. She couldn't let some un-personable Detective deliver this heartbreaking news to the poor girl. Kate whipped her eyes, and somehow ended up in front of the loft. She didn't remember how she got there but she knew what she needed to do.

It took Kate a good 10 minutes staring at the door before she finally picked up her hand to knock. But just as she did that the door swung open and out came Alexis.

"Detective, what are you doing here?"

But Kate just started blankly at the girl. She was so young and happy; all dressed up and obviously had plans. Kate couldn't help but think that she was just about to tell this bright, young woman the worst news she could ever hear. And she began to tear up again.

"Kate, what's the matter? Are you okay?" she asked clearly now worried for her own sake. Kate almost chuckled, Alexis was worried about her, and she was her to deliver the worst news ever.

"May I come in?" she said when she finally found her voice, "we need to talk."

Alexis looked confused, "I was actually just headed out but.." she said as looked at the blank, clearly hurting face of Kate Beckett, "..but come on in, I can spare a few minutes.."

Kate walked to the couch and gestured for Alexis to do the same. "Kate you're scaring me what's wrong?"

"When your dad thought he was cursed he asked me to watch after you if anything ever happened to you.." Kate said as she watched the young redheads face slowly drop to the floor. Kate got up and began to pace.

"Kate, I'm confused, cause dad..."

"Of course I said I would, and that's why I'm here. And I want you to know I'll always be here for you if you need anything." She was rambling.

Alexis stood up and grabbed Kate's shoulders. "You need to take a deep breath." Kate obeyed and just as she was about to speak the front door opened.

"Why Detective Beckett, to what do we owe the please this morning?"

"Castle?" Beckett asked excitedly as she ran over and hugged him.

"Not that I'm complaining.. but what is this all about?"

"Where is your phone?" asked Kate

"Right.. about that, I lost it last night on my way home. Must have fallen out of my pocket, I was just at the store buying a new one and then I was going to head down to the precinct" Castle says as he pull a brand new iPhone out of his pocket and shows it off, "why what's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing, just meet me at the precinct when you're done here and I'll catch you up on the case." And she walked out the door.

"That was strange," said Castle.

"Definitely," his daughter replied.

As Kate walked out of the loft to the elevator, she felt a sea of relief flash over her; and at the same time she chuckled. If Castle ever found out why she was so worried, he would never left her live it down.