A/N heres the 2nd chapter guys, hope you like it!

Disclaimer: Don't own anything :(

Chapter 2: And the memories begin.

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'What have you got for me?' Beckett paced down the alleyway like a man on a mission, like she always did whilst approaching a crime scene.
'Female, mid 30's, I'd say from the multiple stab wounds she was most definitely stabbed to death unless I find something else, I'll run more tests when I get her back to the lab.' Lanie said with a nod.

'How long has she been dead?'
'I'd say around, 5-6 hours ago,' Lanie stood next to Kate, 'Sweetie, how you holding up today?' her voice was much gentler now, caring.

'I'm fine, really.' Beckett had noticed the familiar murder style and winced at the thought. She gave Lanie a reassuring nod and drifted away from her to make a quick phone call. Kate dialled that oh-so familiar number as she always did.
'Good morning Detective, and to what do I owe the pleasure?'

'Did I wake you by any chance?'

'No, no I was wide awake, my mother is practicing for her audition today so there's no hope of sleeping through that.'

'Oh ok well I guess I'm your saviour, 222 West 51st Street. Your going to love this one, see you soon.'

' Til then Detective.'

Beckett snapped her phone shut and strode over to Esposito.

'G'morning Beckett, where's Castle?' Esposito spoke to her whilst he scribbled something in his notepad.

'Oh he's coming, where's Ryan?'

'He's l-'

'-I found it!' Both Beckett and Esposito's gaze moved to a near by dumpster to which Ryan was standing in holding up a purse. Beckett and Esposito exchanged glances of humour then fixed there eyes back on Ryan.

'Vic's name was Amanda Harrison, aged 34.' He spoke whilst rummaging through the purse for any more details.

'My mother would love this case.' They all turned to spot Castle, smiling like an idiot. And as she always did, Beckett rolled her eyes at him - but with a huge smile on her face. She loved having him around, it made her work more enjoyable and he always seemed to brighten her day by his presence. The days he didn't shadow her she was more strict and less motivated. She honestly couldn't remember life before Castle. She realised she had started to stare at him and realised she should respond.

'And why is that Castle?' She smirked at him.

'Because, that building right there - that's The Gershwin Theatre.' They all looked to the building he pointed to, then back at him.

'Great, so we're dealing with a bunch of thespians. It's hard enough dealing with Castle.' she spoke as if he wasn't present.

'Hey! I'm much easier to deal with than a bunch of actors, especially in a murder case.' Castle had a hint of hurt in his voice, but it was definitely just for effect.

'Yeah well, we'll see.'

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They came to the front of what Castle had observed as the Gershwin Theatre, to which Kate admired the building. Memories came flooding into Kate's head, remembering the time her mother had taken her to the theatre.

10 Years Ago

'Come on Katie, let's go!' Johanna Beckett called to her daughter as she re-applied her lipstick, waiting for her.

'I'll just be a sec mom!' Katie called from the bathroom. She was just about finished applying her 'Blackest Black' eyeliner.

'Hurry, we're going to be late! I swear we're late for everything.' She muttered that last part to herself.

'I heard that.' Or so Johanna thought she said it to herself. Katie exited the bathroom and roamed over to her mother who was oblivious.

'How do I look?' Johanna turned to face her daughter and felt herself gasp. She was 18 yet she looked so grown up. Johanna took in what she was wearing. She had a soft, white overcoat on, with two columns of big, round, white buttons up the middle. It had a white tie around the middle like on a dressing gown, tied up in a lazy double knot; the coat came to just above her knee. She wore black skinny jeans on the bottom, which were mostly covered by her jacket and boots. Her boots were a few inches short of her knees. They were a black, velvet sort of material with a fake, silver, square buckle at the top just below the rim; the heels measured to be of about 5 inches. And her long, brown hair was left down and wavy.
'You look amazing darling. Come on, let's go.'

Present

'You ever been to the theatre detective?' Kate was brought out of her trance to notice Castle staring at her quizzically.

'N-No, uhm never.' She lied and she knew he knew. He voice slightly trembled but not enough for anyone to notice, or so she hoped. Although Castle did notice, but didn't bother asking her about it.

'Ok then, shall we go in?' As he finished speaking she walked up to the doors, with him chasing after.