A/N: I'm only saying this once. I don't read my stories to check for errors or grammar. I'm to self-criticizing and if I did so I probably wouldn't publish this.
Disclaimer: This show, characters, etc are not mine and I'm making no profit out of this story. Just want this horrible hiatus to be shorter.
You Make Your Own Happiness
Kate woke up at the smell of scrambled eggs, bacon and fresh orange juice. Just like her mother used to do every morning. She very slowly got off bed. She was home, alone. How the hell did the smell come from her kitchen. She opened her nightstand and took off her spare gun. Just in case.
With her senses in high alert, Kate slowly went to the kitchen. She almost droped her gun when she heard someone humm from the kitchen. Wait she knew that voice. It was her mom's. No, no way. It couldn't be. She was dead. She had to be mistaken. Holding her gun in place she continued to the kitchen and took a deep breath.
"NYPD. Show me your hands!" the female figure turned around and gave her that so familiar smile.
"Hi sweetie, want some breackfast."
Kate froze in place while tears started burning her eyes.
"Mom..." she breathed.
A/N: I know. This is short. But this is only a prologue. The all story is already up. Keep reading it gets better. I promise.