Hey Everyone! I started this story before season 4 started and then left it alone because the show started up again and I couldn't think of what to do with it. I have decided that I am going to rewrite this story and make every chapter besides the first few based off the episodes in season 4 in that order. It will be how it would have happened with Kate actually not remembering anything. Here is the first rewritten chapter. I hope you all like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Castle, sadly, but I do enjoy writing about it.

Chapter 1: Awakening

Her eyes opened and blinked many times. She was blinded by the bright white light that shone above her. She tried to sit up, but was restrained by the various wires and needles attached to her. The woman looked around, taking in her surroundings. She was in a hospital room, that much was obvious. On the table next to her 'bed' there was vases of flowers. At the sound of the door opening, she turned her head.

"Ms. Beckett, glad to see you awake. You gave your family quite a scare there. How are you feeling?" The doctor looked at the clipboard in his hand.

"Why am I in here?" Her voice was hoarse.

The doctor looked up. " , what is the last thing you remember?" The woman thought. Images passed through her head but none of them made sense.

"I don't know. I think I was at a funeral, or something. It's all really fuzzy. What happened?"

"Ms. Beckett, you were shot, in the chest. The bullet skimmed your heart, causing severe damage. We were afraid that the damage done and the concussion would cause you to have amnesia. Now can you answer a few questions for me?" She nodded her head

"What is your name?"

"Katherine Beckett."

"Who are your parents?"

"Jim and Johanna Beckett."

"Siblings?"

"None."

"What is your occupation?"

"I'm a detective. I think."

"And if you aren't a detective, what do you think you might be?"

"A lawyer, like my mother."

"Who do you live with?"

"I live by myself."

"And where does your father live?"

"With my mom in the house we've had for a while." The doctor looked up from his notes.

"Ms. Beckett, you are suffering from a serious case of amnesia. We believe that it is caused by the loss of blood and this is your body's way of recovering. You seem to have the basics down except for a few details that can be resolved. I will be right back. I just need to let the nurses know that they can check up on you now."

The doctor exited the room and sighed. He feared this would happen. The amnesia was worse than he thought. He walked into the waiting room where Kate Beckett's family was waiting.

"Family of Kate Beckett." He called out. A group looked up. The oldest man spoke.

"That is us. I am her father. Is there anything new? How is she doing, doc?"

"I am sad to say that your daughter has amnesia, Mr. Beckett. She is not sure what her occupation is and believes that her mother is alive. Her vitals are all looking good, and her concussion is almost gone. She should be in good physical health soon."

"What about her memory? Will it ever come back?" Another man spoke this time. He was taller than the father and younger, but looked aged as he worried.

"It may come back with time. It depends on how much her body heals. Certain things may trigger certain memories."

"Can we do anything to help her remember?" The same man spoke again. His voice was leaking with agony and pain.

"You can try to help her to remember by bringing her to places of her childhood or that have significant meaning to her. Nothing is for sure though. You can not tell her a lot. She must remember on her own. If you overload her and make her stress her memory may never come back. Miss Beckett will also need to have someone watch over her for a few weeks, or until she is completely comfortable again. Anything that makes her unsure may ruin her recovery too. This person needs to be somebody she trusts and remembers. Don't make her uncomfortable. I can see that it shouldn't be a problem though. Now, I know that you will all want to see her, but I have to ask that only two go in at a time. Please do not make her stress. She needs to be relaxed and rested. It will help her recovery. Her room number is 115, down the hallway, third door on the left. I bet you can see it with the policemen guarding it. Please excuse me now, I must go."

"Thank you, doctor. We appreciate it." Jim Beckett smiled slightly and held out his hand. The doctor shook it with a smile before walking away. Mr. Beckett turned to the rest of Kate's adopted family. They were all there; Ryan, Esposito, Lanie, Castle, Alexis and even Martha.
"Now, I hope you don't mind but I want to see my daughter. Someone can come with me of course."

"Don't worry about it darling," Martha spoke. "Go see your little girl. We will all be fine here. She is your daughter." Jim smiled in thanks and walked to see his daughter.

"Knock knock." Jim slowly pushed open the door. He looked inside to see his daughter. She had bags under her eyes and wires in her arm. Even in her state though, it was the best sight Jim had seen.

"Hey dad," Kate smiled. "Come sit down."

"Hey Katie, how you doing?"

"You know me dad, I can't seem to stay out of trouble." She teased.

"Too right you are. You gave us all a scare. Everyone is here waiting to see you. Lanie, Kevin, Javier, even Richard."

"Richard, who's that?" Kate asked. She knew Lanie from college, and Kevin and Javi were in her class at the academy. She must be a detective then.

"Never mind, you'll have to learn. The doctor told us we aren't allowed to give you a lot of information. You have to regain your memory on your own." Kate pouted a little. She didn't like not knowing. "I see you attitude hasn't changed much. That's good."

"How long have I been here, dad?" she asked suddenly. "There's so many flowers, I won't have to put perfume on for a while." The left wall of her hospital room had at least seven different flower vases, all of which were overflowing with flowers.

"Three days. You were in the woods there for a while, Kate. We weren't sure you were going to make it out." Kate looked at her father's face. Tears were starting to form in his eyes. His eyes, like hers, had dark circles under them. He hadn't slept in days or eaten, judging by how thin he was. Jim Beckett's life had been hell the past three days. And only now was he letting all of his emotions show. Kate grabbed her father's hand.

"I'm better now dad, don't worry. The worst of it is over. I'm fine, I'm breathing." She confronted her father.

After talking awhile, her father left. Jim Beckett needed sleep and Kate could see that. She had finally persuaded him to go home. She was fine now, and he could use a shower along with food with seasoning. Lanie came in for a bit. She stayed as long as she could and the two caught up as much as they could. Lanie filled Kate in on minor details about her relationship status and how her family was doing. Work started calling Lanie with a body and then she left too, along with Ryan and Esposito. They were on this fresh case along with Beckett's shooting. The two came in to say hi and feel better before they were off.

The last person to see Kate was Richard Castle. He had waited patiently for everyone else to get their chance to see Kate before going in himself. He was the last on the list because she knew the least about him.

"Hey, I heard you were starting a flower shop. I wanted to contribute." He walked into the room bearing a beautiful bouquet filled with bright green and orange flowers. It brought happiness to the room.

"Thank you." Kate replied, as she looked down blushing. Rick took this as a good sign. He took a seat in the chair beside the bed.

"How are you doing?"

"You know, just got shot, amnesia, famous author sitting beside my hospital bed. Things are okay." Kate replied, using some sass. Rick listened to her words, cracking a smile. Even injured she was still snarky.

"Wait, you don't know who I am?" The last part of Kate's sentence dawned on him. She hasn't called him a famous author since the very first time they met, four years ago.

"Of course I do. You're Richard Castle, the murder mystery writer. You wrote Hail Storm and Derek Storm. My mom and I love your books."

"My books..." Castle trailed off. This was horrible. She didn't remember who he was. Well, she did, but not in the way he wanted her to.

"Hail Storm is my favorite. It was your first one, of course. The others did improve but there was something about the first one that meant the most. If you don't mind me being rude, could you possibly sign one of the books my friend bought for me?" She gestured the Hail Storm on the chair. Castle shook his thoughts away from the depression he felt.

"Of course, anything for you." He smiled weakly at her. The smile she gave back almost made up for the fact that she didn't remember their four year partnership. He took a pen out of his coat pocket and signed the cover.

To Kate Beckett,
The strongest woman I know. Please gain your memory back, those you who love you will be in a lot of pain without you back to yourself.

-Rick Castle

He finished his note with a flourish. He knew it was risky putting a note like that, it would get Beckett suspicious. He loved her though and he had to try.

"Here you go. I'll leave it right on the chair for you. I must be on my way now, I wouldn't want to drain you of all your energy. You need rest; to recover. It was a pleasure, Miss Beckett." He nodded his head in a gentlemen like fashion and made his way out the door.

"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Castle. Thank you for coming. You don't know how much it means to me."

Castle took a taxi home to his loft. Martha and Alexis took the car home earlier. Alexis wanted to change and Martha had a meeting. They were both home now, and anxiously awaiting news of their favorite detective.

"Richard, darling! You're back already? I thought you would stay longer with Kate. She's feeling better, right?" Martha greeted him when he walked in. He sighed and dropped his jacket on the coat rack before going to the kitchen to get a drink.

"Drinking, before five. Now I know something's wrong. What happened?" Martha followed him into the kitchen. Her son never had alcohol before dinner and it was only one in the afternoon. "You told me Kate was awake. Why aren't you with her now? You stayed in that hospital for three days without leaving just to leave once she wakes up."

"She didn't remember, mother!" Rick burst out.

"Didn't remember? What do you mean?" Martha was confused.

"Kate woke up with amnesia. She only remembers things that happened in college. She didn't remember that her mother was dead. She barely remembered her job. It was only when Lanie came in that she truly remembered that she was a cop. And Ryan and Espo had to show her she was a detective. She didn't remember that Montgomery was dead. She didn't remember me, mother! She didn't remember everything we have been through together. I'm just an author to her. Her favorite author and nothing more." Rick's voice broke as he rant ended. He put his head in his hands and sat on a barstool. Martha walked over to him and gave him a hug.

"Don't worry about it, darling. Kate will remember eventually. And you can always try to help her remember."

"What if she doesn't remember?"

"Then you have a chance to make new memories with her. You can make her remember you Richard. You just have to try. How hard could it be? You've been annoying her and following her for the past few years now, she'll have to remember. I"m going to head upstairs and relax now. I suggest you do the same. Perhaps take a shower while you are at it and change. You look like you need one." And with that Martha was off. Rick followed his mother's idea with the shower. It relaxed him a little bit more, but when he got out he was frazzled once more. There was only one thing to do. He needed to get all the information out of his head. Castle went into his office and did what he did best. He wrote. By the evening, he had finished the last of the Nikki Heat novel and sent it off to be edited. He even got the plot line for the next book laid out.

When it was an acceptable time for bed, Rick laid down and thought about what might have been and what could be.

A/N: I hope you all liked the chapter. I really hope these chapters sound better than the old chapters. I am really trying to make it better. Let me know what you think!

BTW sorry if I had any errors. I edited it to the best of my abilities and had AprilPotter98 beta it for me. Go check her out she has some Harry Potter stories.

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