A/N hey guys, this is a slightly a/u fic as Josh and Gina don't exist. Rated T for Future Chapters. Reviews are love, so if you like it let me know :) i understand this chapter is super small but like the future chapters are longer i promise.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything :(

Chapter 1: Prologue; At The Start Of Each Day

Bzz, bzz. Kate Beckett groaned as she unwillingly awoke to the sound of her cell going off.
'Beckett.' She flipped open her phone to Esposito who was on the other end, trying to sound more awake than she was.
'Rise and shine we got a fresh new murder just for you, 222 West 51st Street' He chuckled after he spoke.
'Oh I just love the smell of murder in the morning.' With that she flipped her phone shut and checked the time before replacing it on her bedside table. 4:47, why does murder have to be so early? She sat straight up on the side of her bed running her hands roughly over her face. Looking over to the calendar on the wall she let out a sigh. Beckett's gaze wandered back to her phone, she reached for it but hesitated, then continued through and picked it up. Scrolling through her contacts , she stopped immediately on the one she seeked and dialled it.
'Hey sweetie!'

'Hey dad, how are you?'
'I'm... I'm ok. What about you... Are you coping?'

'Have been for 12 years dad, and I'm fine.' It was silent for a moment, when Beckett broke the silence.

'I have to uhm, I have to go... I have a crime scene to get to... But, uh.. I was just checking to see if our lunch was still on?' Her voice was so small, almost childlike; a lump was starting to form in the back of her throat.
'Of course Katie, you uh.. Have fun at your crime scene or... Yeah well I'll see you at 1.'
'Ok, see you then.' Kate's lips started to quiver and she let out a small whimper, her head bent in sorrow as a single tear started to form in the corner of her eye and slowly make it's way down her face.

Murder now Kate, emotions later. You can do this, just get through the day and let it all out later. There's no point in mourning. She told herself, to which she stood up and headed for the dresser.

Kate opened the first, small drawer as she did every morning as part of her routine. She pulled out her fathers watch, and attached it to her wrist, nice and tight. Reaching back into the drawer she pulled out a necklace with a ring on it - her mothers ring. Pulling it over her neck she did it up at the back, sliding her right hand back down the silver chain and firmly grasping it, pulling it to her lips which pressed against it.
'I miss you...' she whispered to herself. She then continued to fix herself up for work.