Kathryn Beckett is a woman of mystery. She was a mystery that Richard Castle has tried to solve for four years. He almost succeeded once. That was before he heard her. Before he knew she remembered.
He sat staring at picture of the woman he loved. It was a beautiful picture. She was smiling that secret smile she had just for him and her eyes were twinkling. It had been taken the day they were almost eaten by the tiger. That day had been full of promises of the future. Empty promises, he thought bitterly. He swirled his glass of liquid fire.
"Richard, darling. What did I tell you? You can't turn off love. There's no switch. You need time away from her."
"I know mother. I just-"
"Dad. We need to talk." Alexis Castle interrupted her father's reply.
"Okay sweetie." He said, giving a pointed look to his mother.
"I know how to take a hint. I'm leaving for the studio. Call me if you need anything.
"We won't." Alexis and Castle said in unison. Martha chuckled at the pair of them. With a dramatic wave, Martha exited the loft.
Rick turned to his daughter.
"What is it?"
"What's wrong? You don't have that usual flair that my dad had. Where is he? Wait. Are you on a case for the CIA? Searching for a war criminal?" she gasped audibly. "Oh my gosh its Joseph Kony isn't it?"
He chuckled at his daughter's theories, so much like his own.
"Its Beckett…" he trailed off, noticing the iciness in his daughter's eyes at the mention of the detective.
"What did she do Dad?" she asked tightly.
"She remembered." It took a moment for his words to sink in. her eyes widened.
"Oh." Her phone vibrated. "It's Lanie…" he waved his hand.
"Go." She scurried out of the room. He sighed and looked at the picture. God she's beautiful.