She felt someone sat beside her. She was still asleep, but she felt it - the warmth of someone's body. She liked to think it was Castle, but no, Castle was in Europe for his book-signing tour.

She knew she fell asleep on a sofa, but not in her own apartment. Not Castle's loft,too. But she didn't care. She didn't really care. She was really tired, she needed sleep.

The NYPD said 'no' about her resignation and she had to do paperwork - a ton of paperwork. Dr. Burke convinced her to stay. 'Running is not the answer' , said the psychiatrist. Gates gave her advices, gave her reasons on why she should stay. Esposito and Ryan gave her the cases list. 'More than 400 dead bodies, Beckett. You gave the justice for their family.'

Alexis gave her an advice , too. "We're all moving on,Kate. But there's a point when we find our place,our position,our home. You said my dad and I are your place. But no, we are your home.'

Wait. Speaking of Alexis, this 'someone' smelled like Alexis. But this 'someone' ? Clearly not Alexis. She just called her to say that she won't be at the loft until 8pm. And the only one who smelled like Alexis...

Lanie. Oh.

Just when Kate about to open her eyes, a kiss landed on her forehead. A soft kiss. So comforting. Just like her mother's. And Kate enjoyed it. Not long after the kiss, this 'someone' pulled Kate's head into her-or his-Kate was really sure it's 'her'-lap.

But Lanie never do that to her. Lanie's words are comforting, and she won't ever treat Kate like a baby.

Kate felt a drop of water fell on her neck. This 'someone' stroked Kate's hair, while another drop of water soaked Kate's neck again. And then a sob hit Kate's ears.

Enough.

She had to open her eyes. Her eyelids fluttered heavily. Her green eyes saw an image of her mother then.

Am I no longer exist ?

She closed her eyes one more time. A part of her hoped this was a reality, but then she remembered Castle.

No. This is just a dream.

Gathered all her strength, she opened her eyes again and then found herself staring at...Gates.

I'm so dead.

Kate confused , and felt like asking Gates questions, but all she asked was...

"Sir ?"

"Detective Beckett. Nice dream ?" Gates asked as her tears streamed down.

N/A :. English is my second language, sorry for the language mistakes, I'll fix them. Reviews are appreciated.