Kate Beckett sat at the back of the diner when the man who spilled his coffee on her left. She couldn't help but think he looked a little familiar but she couldn't place it. But she wasn't going to be focusing on that while she was here. She came to clear her mind.

Before she left her appointment that stupid doctor got something in her head. Does she know for sure that Will's cheating? No she doesn't. But she can feel it. It's the same thing with her children. She raised them to always be honest and pure, especially her daughter. And now look. She's pretty sure both of them are sexually active.

Her life wasn't meant to turn out this way. Its not what she imagined and its not what she wants the rest of her life to look like. Her children only talking to her when they want something and her husband gone all the time to screw some bimbo. And the one thing that helps her keep it all together is failing her too. She can't write and if she can't write then she isn't herself. It's a mess! Her life is a great big mess and she doesn't know how to fix it. She doesn't know what she needs to get herself back on track.

She finishes the rest of her coffee and heads out onto the street. She doesn't know where she's going. She doesn't have a particular place in mind. Just somewhere that she can think straight. All her thoughts in are in order instead of this jumbled mess that she has going on right now.

Its her husband. He's her husband!

Just the thought of him lying with a another woman…it brings tears to her eyes, and now they're silently gliding down her cheeks, landing on the sidewalk as she walks. How could he? What if he's been doing it in their bed? What if he loves her? What if he leaves her? What if he gets custody of the kids? What if her kids don't care about her? What if the kids know about him cheating? What if he doesn't care that he's cheating? What if he doesn't love her anymore?

Damn. It's the writer in her coming up with these worst case scenarios and they're not making her feel any better than she was ten minutes ago. But does she know for sure that he's cheating? No she doesn't. so where is this feeling of betrayal and hurt coming from? How come she feels like someone stabbed her.

Stabbed.

That's it that's why she feels like this. She hasn't thought about this for five years now but she knows that's it. She purposely has tried to forget this because it was too painful for her to bear. It still is too painful.

Her mother. The one person who would be able to soothe her right now can't because she's dead. She's been dead for fifteen years, and Kate still isn't over it. Today's her birthday. Her mind must've forgotten but her heart could never forget. It'll always remind her of the pain that's there, of the scar that's on her heart because of this. It binds her to the darkest darkness there could possibly be. She surprises herself every year when she manages to break free of the chains for a small period of time before she finally takes the gun to blow out her brains.

She finds herself crying harder and people are starting to take notice. She ducks into Central Park and hides behind a tree to get some privacy so she could cry without holding back. No one's around that she can see, so she just lets it all go. She sobbing from all the sorrow's she has to face in her life. From all the countless times she's been hurt and disappointed by people. She has to rely on herself because everyone else is, has been, or will fail her. And she just doesn't know if she'll be able to take anymore because she finally cracks and spasms out on everyone in her life. before she has a complete mental break down.

She's crying so hard while slumped up against a tree that she doesn't notice he man that's standing beside her watching her with every sob she makes. he reaches out to gently touch her shoulder and to tell her it's going to be alright. But he starts with a whispered "Hey." and when she hears him she jumps. "I didn't mean to scare you."

No she's not scared she's embarrassed to have been caught in her most vulnerable state. Right now she's fragile and the smallest thing could cause her to go spiraling. And what's worst of all is that this is same guy who spilled his coffee on her earlier today and she had let him so see her so confident and strong. And now look he's standing here next to her watching her get all flustered over him seeing her cry.

He kneels down beside her and takes her hand. From this angle she has a better look at his eyes. She's never seen eyes so deep a blue as his. No wait. She has she just can't pinpoint it. She knows she knows this man. He's so familiar.

She can't bring herself to speak she's still mortified over being caught. No one has ever seen her this way before and she'd rather keep it that way. She doesn't need strangers like him talking about her to his friends and family. Maybe even his coworkers.

"Here lets get you off the ground." she complied only because she doesn't have the energy to fight him. "I don't know about you, but I hate seeing beautiful women cry. It literally breaks my heart." She shakes her head at him because that line is really stupid and he's a fool if he thinks its going to work on her.

"Come sit over here and talk to me."

"I'm fine. I don't need your help."

"You're clearly not fine," he said gesturing to her tear stained face. She gave him her best smile, the only one she could ravage up right now. And it would look genuine to the untrained eye but he sees right through it. Something is terribly wrong with this girl and he wants to know what, he wants to help.

With tears streaming down her face and still forming in her eyes she smiled at him the best she could salvage and said, "I'm fine."

It worked this time...

He couldn't believe it. This woman is incredible. She literally took his breath away. She just look him the eyes with tears in her eyes, smiled, and said she was fine. She's clearly not fine but the way she could look him dead in the eye has his mind on a whirl. Its amazing but its sad at the same time. It shows how much strength she has in her heart but it also shows that her strength could potentially be her weakness.

"I'm not going to leave until you talk about what's bothering you. I know it may seem pushy but I honestly hate seeing people cry."

"Um its nothing specific," she whispered after a few minutes of silence. She figured after today she wouldn't have to see this man again so what's the harm in talking a few things out. Better with a stranger than with Dr. Parish. She would just judge.

"Come on. Lets go back to Remy's I swear I won't spill coffee on you and we can talk."

She's staring at him wondering what this mans agenda is. Why does he care so much? Why can't he just leave her alone to cry? In peace!

Then he stretches his hand toward her and for some reason she takes it without even thinking. Does she really want to talk to him?

Yes she does. Because he seems like a sweet guy and she could use someone to talk to. She has so much going on with her that it wouldn't hurt to discuss one topic with him. He might even offer some great advice.

"Okay," she says almost imperceptibly because tears are still caught in her throat.

This will be good for her. She's not nervous to share her private life with a stranger who looks way too familiar at her favorite diner which he most likely will be coming to alot more now. Of course she's not nervous. What's there to be nervous about?