A little song filled plot that has nagged me since I watched a youtube clip of Stana Katic singing at an event. She has an absolutely mesmerising voice that deserves to be heard more. Connected slightly to the submission I posted on Christmas day titled 'Christmas Morning', but it can be read as it's own story.

The song sung in this is called 'I wish for you the world' and is performed by a British singer called Alistair Griffin alongside the Games makers Choir (made up of a number of the volunteers used during the 2012 London Olympic and Paralymic Games).

Disclaimer - the people that own Castle are the people that own Castle. I am not one of those people.

Rick Castle's eyes opened slowly, the early morning light barely peeking through the gaps between the tall buildings. The silence was glorious as Rick stretched his body across the bed, his arm snaking out to where his wife would be finding nothing but a warm indent in the mattress.

'Kate?' Rick turned, his voice thick with sleep. Blinking slowly, a beaming grin shone as he registered the lack of sound from the baby monitor next to him. Edgar James Castle was a fighter, his early arrival leaving him needing a few days in NICU before he was allowed to come home to his family and even now, he needed monitoring. That was why Rick had invested in an expensive system that monitored EJ's heart rate at night, the moment both Kate and Rick feared stuck, to their upmost relief, in the backs of their minds each night.

Rick knew that Kate was having trouble sleeping, the mothers need to be with her child overwhelming her own body's need for rest and he knew that if Kate wasn't laying next to him then she was in his office, the small space turned into a temporary nursery.

Slipping out of bed, Rick yawned and shrugged on a T-Shirt before padding through into his office. Sliding open the glass door, Rick was surprised to find the room empty, Kate's rocking chair beside the crib still.

Turning to the door into the loft itself, Rick paused as the soft melodic tones reached his ears.

'I wish for you the perfect moment, when all the world is in our grasp.'

The first time Rick had heard Kate's soft, beautiful voice, it had struck him like a freight train with how much he was in love with the woman and he'd taken every opportunity since to hear her sing.

Slowly opening the door, Rick spotted his grown daughter crouched on the stairs, her phone raised as she silently watched Kate bent over the baby seat on the kitchen counter top. Father and daughter shared a silent grin, Rick careful to avoid the creaky floorboard as he crept across to sit on the piano stool.

'I wish for you a sky that's golden, with things that I could never have.

I wish for you the faith to guide you through all these good times and the bad.'

From his position, Rick watched Kate's finger stroke down EJ's cheek, his wide blue eyes mesmerised by his mother's voice.

'I wish for you the world,

I wish you glory fame and fortune,

I wish you well with all it brings.'

Turning to where Alexis sat, Rick watched his daughter's bright eyes glisten, the words Kate singing echoing in his head at his grown child. Everything he'd done since her birth had been to make her life better. His thoughts, his wishes designed to keep his wonderful daughter happy and loved. The expression Alexis returned told him he had succeeded. That despite it all, despite Paris and the summer he still cannot remember, she was happy and she knew she was loved.

'I wish for you to know the secrets, of this whole life and in the next,

I wish in spite of all that beat us,I hope you know I did my best,

I hope to God that you hold me in your hands,

I hope you know I loved you from the start.'

Rick silently got to his feet as Kate started humming the rest of the song, EJ's eyes slipping closed as sleep pulled over him. He'd seen the adoration on her face the moment she'd been allowed in to see her son, his first twelve hours of his life spent in an incubator away from her. The sheer strength of her love for her son was something that caused his chest to tighten and a lump to form in his throat. Kate would spend hours sat by the machine, her fingers pressed against the glass and her eyes only for the tiny bundle laying inside the protective bubble.

The first time she'd held him, Rick had watched her tears stream down her face as she kissed EJ's head, her quiet words of greeting to her son locked in his memory until the day he'd move on from this world.

'Wake him up and you'll be on diaper duty for the next year,' Kate's voice didn't rise in volume, but the threat was clear as day. Her head lifted from the sleeping child to where Rick was now leaning against the freezer, 'How long?'

'Just a few minutes,' Rick smiled and moved across to wrap his arm around Kate's back, his attention turning to his son, 'Alexis has been over there for longer.'

Kate's giggle when she turned to see the redhead with her camera phone opened EJ's bright blue eyes, his lips smacking as his head turned in search of his mother.

'And you thought I'd wake him up,' Rick tickled EJ's chest, his tiny fist bumping into his fingers, 'Looks like I'm free of diaper duty for the time being.'

'Your daddy is delusional,' Kate ducked her head and cooed, EJ turning towards her voice, 'He thinks he's going to get out of having to deal with the toxic waste you've been leaving for us.'

Alexis giggled and kept her camera focussed on the kitchen, the video eventually joining the increasing folder of baby photos and videos she was amassing.