This chapter is not my best work, I did try to avoid the cliche, but I couldn't come up with anything else like I had the worst writer's block EVER! So it's 10.40 at night and decided to go with the cliche that I was trying to avoid. Please review

It was 7:30 on a Friday night, endless lines of people waiting at nightclubs, prostitutes flooded the streets the city was alive it was alive every night, but there was just something about Friday nights.

Downtown In a crowded fancy restaurant a man and his daughter waited for the third person to come.

"Dad, where is she?"

"I don't know sweetie?" Jim Beckett said checking his watch. "Court got out half an hour ago, Maybe she went home to change and shower, or went out for a drink to celebrate but she'll be here."

"Okay." Kate shrugged her shoulders and looked through the menu for the hundredth time.

It was an hour later and Johanna still hadn't showed up yet, Jim and Kate decided to leave the restaurant. It took awhile to get back to their house in Manhattan due to traffic jams.

"James Beckett?" A man asked as they were about to go up the stairs to their townhouse.

"Yes."

"Detective John Raglan." The man said flashing his badge. "How can I help you, detective?"

"Mr Beckett, I'm so sorry, but your wife has been murdered."

"Murdered..as in dead...Jo's dead." Jim said in shock.

"I'm sorry Mr Beckett."

Jim heard his daughters cries from behind him, Jim turned around and hugged his daughter right away. "We need you to come downtown for questioning?" Raglan told him.

"What about my daughter?"

"Yes."

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It was ten o" clock when they arrived back at their home, both were shaken up. Kate went to her room, Jim went into his and Johanna's office opened a bottle of whiskey and started drinking hoping that would ease the pain.

After hugging and crying into her pillow, she wiped the tears that continued to drip down her cheeks, She was still dressed in her dress from dinner so she took that off and put on her maroon sweatpants and her grey jumper on.

She then went back to her bed and cuddled her pillow and started crying again.

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Kate didn't sleep that night all she did was cry, she wanted this to be a bad dream, but sadly this was her life now.

When she reached the kitchen downstairs, it didn't feel right her mother wasn't in their cooking breakfast.

Kate sat down at the breakfast table not knowing what she wanted to have for breakfast or if she wanted to eat breakfast. "Morning." Her dad said groggy his breath reeking of whiskey.

"Dad?"

"Yes, sweetie?" He said rubbing his temples. "Please don't drink?" Kate begged him.

"Katie, it helps numb the pain."

"Please dad, I can't lose you to drinking," Kate begged this time with tears building up in her eye.

Jim opened his eye's to see the pain in his daughters eyes. "Your right sweetheart, I'm so sorry," Jim said standing up walking over to her. "I'll go through the house and throw out any alcohol we have," Jim said kissing her forehead.

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An hour later the doorbell rang and Kate knew who it was. She hadn't called to tell Rick about her mother's death mainly cause it was late and she was in too much shock to talk about it.

"Kate? Why aren't you ready for school?" He asked when she opened the door. Kate crashed into her boyfriend's chest and started sobbing again.

"What's wrong?" Rick asked running his fingers through her hair.

Kate pulled away from his chest and wiped her tears away once again. "Last night dad and I went to a restaurant and waited for my mom, but she never showed up so we went home but when we got home there was a detective that told us that she had been murdered."

"Murdered?" Rick asked shocked. "Stabbed in an alleyway."

"Kate, I'm so sorry, is there anything I can do?"

"Just be there for me."

"Always," Rick said pulling her into a hug.