NOTE: It was suppose to be a oneshot, but ... you know, inspiration, when it's there, pretty hard to make it go away, so this oneshot is becoming a threeshot ;) Enjoy!

Also, be aware; I did not see the season three finale yet. Everything I know, so far, is because of the promotional preview from ABC and CTV, and I've seen the sneak peeks. Other than that, I don't know. This chapter is simply "inspired by" the promo, no spoiler. Again, forgive my rookie mistakes concerning syntax and grammar; English is a second language to me but, I hope it's still enjoyable.

EXTRA CHAPTER 1

She closed the refrigerator door after taking a beer out. The cool air waving out of the machine gave her chills. She took a glass and held it, instead of putting it down to the counter, giving it a second thought. She was an awful person she thought. A cold hearted woman, not the remarquablely strong character the author thought of her. Why was he seeing her that way? The thought of him brought back the pain in her chest. She squeezed her hand on the glass and looked at it for a second. It was empty, just like the opinion she had of herself right now. She replaced it back in with the others and reached for the bottle opener in a nearby drawer, but she couldn't find any.

"They'll kill you Kate!" echoed Castle's voice in her head. She stopped. His broken stare and his wounded expression on his face flashed back at her. "I don't need you, Castle, I never have!" She remembered herself saying. She bit her lower lip holding back the overwhelming emotions coming back and looked away in denial. "I don't love you" She inhaled deeply.

"Oh, Castle" she said before putting a hand to her mouth trying to keep it all in. She put down the beer and placed her hand on the counter, contracting it to form a fist. Tears streamed down her face, slowly. She took another deep breath to sooth herself down.

She looked up at the ceiling, "I can't do this!" She said out loud. I'm not strong enough, she thought. "I can't!"

Kate Beckett remembered herself back 12 years ago. She remembered the policemen, the yellow tapes, the sadness in everyone's eyes, her father's expression. Then she saw her. Johanna Beckett, murdered January 9th, 1991, loving mother and wife. That woman, there, lying at her feet, she was her mother, and yet, she wasn't crying. Her heart couldn't believe what her eyes were seeing. The expression in her eyes, the twisted way her body had been left, right next to the garages, the smell, the sound of morning traffic, something wasn't right! Her father came and embraced her tight. Never, have she seen him cried before. Only then did tears fill her eyes. She sneezed and washed them away quickly. She had to be strong, she thought back then. The one responsible for that horror scene had to be found and punished!

Kate Beckett looked back at herself now. When have she become so weak? Now that she was closer than ever, now that the end of it was near, she was having second thoughts. What a pity! She felt awful. She hated herself; for being weak, for becoming this cold hearted and mind driven cop, crying out for justice only because she couldn't have any twelve years ago. That monster had murdered more than her beloved mother that night; he had also killed the woman Katherine Beckett could've become today. Instead it gave birth to that weak, blinded and scared woman she now was. Seriously, who was she without her mother's murder? No one! All she was today was because of that. It defined her career, her person, her choices, everything.

"I'm sorry mom." She whispered. Her body started to shake. "I don't know what to do". She didn't want to let her mother down, but she didn't want anyone to suffer her death if something happened. "I wish you were here."

Her dad. He suffered enough with the love of his life taken away, will she be jeopardizing everything he had left; his only child? All that remained of his wife; the only heart still beating with both their genes; the only witness to their love; her.

She took back the beer in her hand, held it down the counter so the cap was over the top and slapped it open with her free hand. She took a sip and tasted the cold malt and alcohol filled liquid down her throat. Thinking was not going to help her, she had to stop that!

As the beer level lowered, her thoughts and doubts seemed to drown away. With the path free of these obstacles, she remembered; all she ever wanted, since the very beginning, was justice. And justice wasn't going to be made if she stayed there doing nothing, hiding or running away. Then, an epiphany stroke her; her mother's case didn't forged her, the quest for justice did! Seeking the truth, was all her mother cared about, and she inherited of it as well, she had to know the truth once and for all. She couldn't hold herself from it for a reason; holding back that need for truth was a mistake. Her mother did not hold it back, she would not either! Johanna Beckett got killed fighting in name of the truth, and if she had to die for it as well, she would be honoured! If the truth could never hurt you, it was the only good reason to die for to her!

She put down the now half filled bottle, washed away the old tears from her eyes and breathes deeply, ready for a new start. She went back to the living room, pick up her handgun and re-opened her home-made murder board slash window.

After a few hours of wandering around and trying to sort things out, she picked her jacket and left.

She got into her car, started the engine and drove away.

Just as she left the corner, another vehicle's engine started and followed her with the lights off.