A nurse walked into the hospital room of William Sorenson. Checking vitals and adjusting his pillows. Before she left turned to Kate Beckett and said, "Excuse me ma'am. A gentleman left this note for you."

She handed Kate the note and left the room. Puzzled Kate opened the note and silently read it.

There's a file on your desk. No rush. I'm sorry. -Castle

"What is it Katie?" Will asked in his drug induced state.

Kate Beckett crumpled the note and cleared her throat. "Nothing," She smiled weakly not sure what Castle meant by the note.

A few hours later she arrived at the precinct and went straight for her desk. The words Castle had written were still floating around her head. Kate walked up to her desk looking for the file and was shocked to see her mother's folder sitting on top. With shaking hands, Kate Beckett opened the folder afraid of what was inside. A single typed paper rest on top of the pages she had already memorized.

Kate,

I know that you told me not to touch this case but you see, I already had it by then. And you told me not to use my resources but I already did by then. You told me we'd be through. I'm sorry Kate. I spent the better part of the past month studying this case. Looking for anything that someone might have missed. I called my friend Clark Murray. He's a forensic pathologist. He found that one of the stabbings to the kidney was twisted offering the notion that this was not a random gang violence act but a meditated murder. He checked records and found there were two other stabbings like this at the time. I left post-it marks on the pictures that have new information with them.

I know that by doing all of this I have violated your trust and you will carry out the action of revoking my shadowing. I couldn't bare to see that happen, so I made it easier. Good-bye Kate. I won't bother you again.

Sincerely,

Richard Castle

Kate Beckett read over the letter three more times with tears brimming in her eyes. Richard Castle had managed to get a new lead in her mom's case. After years of searching for answers, he found them in a few weeks. And having him constantly around for a few months, just like that he was gone. Kate Beckett collapsed into her office chair and let her sobs fill the silence of the precinct. For now she would not be a Detective, strong and confident. For now she would be herself, hurt and confused.

A/N: One shot? Continue? Let me know...And don't worry. I'm still working on my other story. This idea just hit me out of no where.