AN: So I own nothing, not Castle or White Collar, but if I did that'd be awesome. Depressing at first but it gets better as we go along. I'm writing Neal's POV, my buddy will write Beckett's POV
She'd gotten involved when the plane exploded. That was the first time Neal Caffrey had ever heard of Detective Kate Beckett. She was there to help him find whoever killed Kate Moreau. He had loved Kate more than anything. So when that plane exploded, and she knocked on his door, and introduced herself, he winced. He never meant to, but her name was Kate, and he had not twenty four hours earlier seen his Kate die. He had helplessly watched as his true love died right in front of him, and now a woman named Kate of all names, was going to find her killer. The suspect list was so long even he didn't know where to start. He told her what he could, and he was sure she understood, but he felt so, useless, at this moment, because if he couldn't prevent her death, what made anyone think they'd find the killer?