Sorry for not updating for a week. Spring break is coming up my teachers all decided to give us mid-terms. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Any reviews or comments will be appreciated. Thank you for reading!

NOTE: There is mild swearing in this chapter.

Beckett had almost forgotten about TaShawn. She had no idea how to explain to him that his friend was dead, especially if she couldn't say who did it either. She climbed up the stairs to her apartment and closed the door with her hip. She set down her bag of food and reached out for the light switch. She had no clue when TaShawn would come and she sure didn't want to be caught with food in her mouth when he did. After eating, she plopped down in front of the television and started flipping through channels. She stopped when she came through a re-run of Bones. She had grown to like that show and was almost excited for the next episode. She didn't realize how fast the time flew until she was finished watching the episode. She stretched out her arms and yawned. She looked at the clock at it was already 11'o clock.

"Missing me already?" a voice said from behind her.

Beckett jumped and snapped back to turn to the voice. "JESUS TASHAWN! Why were you so late? I was about to go to bed!"

"I could tell. So…what did you find out on the case? Normally it would be easy for me to find this information, but I decided to come over and here it from you. Did you find him yet?"

Beckett motioned over to her sofa. "Um. Yes we did find him, just he's dead."

TaShawn sat down with his fist to his mouth. "How-Who kill him?"

"We are still trying to find out. We had a suspect, but he was cleared. I'm sorry."

TaShawn got up from his seat and flipped the table over. The glass hit the floor and exploded. He got close to Beckett's face. "Whoever did this to Tyrone, I swear to god I am going to find them and fucking kill them."

"I know you want to get revenge, but this is not the right way to do it. You helped me once- hell you saved me and I'm not about to let you go to jail again. Listen, what you need to do is try to get information and the rest I will do. I promise you I am going to find him."

He kicked the already fallen table and made his way to the door. "Ay Beckett. Find the fucker who did this and tell him he's lucky I ain't there to blow his brains out." He slammed the door shut.

Beckett sighed. TaShawn wasn't the ideal New Yorker, but he was actually a good man, a good man who made the wrong choices growing up. She bent down to pick up the table and the broken glass. She had to help him. Not only because she had to, but because she knew Tyrone was probably a good man like TaShawn.

The next day she arrived at the precinct. "You got anything new?" she asked.

Ryan turned around. "No not yet. I'm looking through the traffic cams one more time to see where he went after the argument with Andre Rivers."

"Alright. Where's Castle?"

Ryan looked around. "In the…break room?"

Beckett smiled at the thought of Castle. "Thanks," she said to Ryan before walking towards the break room.

"Hey Castle!" Beckett said.

Castle handed her a cup of coffee while sipping on his own. "Hey."

Beckett took the coffee and frowned. "What's wrong?"

"I should be asking you that. Yesterday you avoid me and then just leave."

"It's nothing. I promise. I had some things to discuss about with my dad."

"Then why couldn't you have told me that yesterday when I asked?"

"Because I didn't want to worry you."

Castle smiled. "You can tell me anything."

Beckett smiled at him. "Yeah. I know that."

Espo knocked on the door. "Yo. Apparently our bad guy has a good side. Someone saw him entering an apartment room. We checked who was renting it and guess what? It belongs to a Mrs. White, Tyrone White's mom. He was visiting her," Espo said.

"So he was on his way visiting his mother before getting into a fight about money? Maybe the money was for his mother. Get Ryan to do a background check on Tyrone's mother. Castle and I will go check out the apartment and ask her some questions," Beckett said.

Beckett knocked on the door. "NYPD. We have some questions to ask you about your son Tyrone White."

For 10 seconds there was no answer. Beckett was about to blast the door open, but a small old woman opened the door.

"Oh my the cops. Did my boy do something wrong again?" Mrs. White said taking Beckett's hand.

"Oh uh no. May we come in?" Beckett said glancing at Castle.

"Yes. Come right in." Mrs. White directed them to a small living room.

Beckett sat down first. "I'm sorry to say this, but your son is dead.

Mrs. White sighed. "I knew this day would come. My boy was a good boy until his father passé away. After Tom died, Tyrone would always get into trouble at school sometimes even get suspended. After his second year in high school, he dropped out and started staying out late at night doing God knows what. I was always so worried at him. But no matter what he did, I knew he loved me. He still visits me every week even now."

Beckett smiled at her. "I'm sorry to be fast at the questions, but do you know anyone who might have wanted to harm him."

Mrs. White laughed again. "I may be old, but I ain't stupid either. I know what Tyrone does and I'm sure he has a lot of enemies. As far as enemies that I know of, then no. He never told me any."

"I'm aware that he saw you three days ago. Did he seem nervous or anxious?"

"No. He was perfectly fine. In fact he even gave me a lot of money to buy food, but I didn't want it. I told him I was fine living the way I am right now."

Beckett paused. "That's all the questions we have for you Mrs. White. Thank you for your cooperation."

When they walked out of the apartment, Beckett called Ryan. "Hey how's it going on the background check?"

"Nothing came up so far. Everything seems normal to me," Ryan said.

"Hey. When Tyrone came up to see her mom, he offered her money. Why would Tyrone give his mom money if he was struggling himself?"

"I'll look into it," Ryan said.

Beckett waited with her phone still to her ears. She could hear Ryan typing away at his keyboard.

"Hm. On the same day Andre Rivers came up to him for money, money was deposited into Tyrone's bank account. A sum of 1 million dollars," Ryan said as he whistled at the sign of all the zeros.

"Alright. We're coming back," Beckett said.

They arrived at the precinct. Beckett walked over to her desk and sat down. Her phone rang and she looked down at it. There was no caller I.D. She rolled her eyes and looked around before picking up the call.

"I'm still at work you know," Beckett said keeping her voice down.

"What did you find?" TaShawn said through the phone.

"Nothi- Wait. Did you know Tyrone was struggling with money?" she said.

"Aren't we all?" TaShawn said laughing.

Beckett rolled her eyes again. "I'm serious TaShawn. Tyrone owed a large sum of money to Andre Rivers, but we checked his bank statements. 1 million dollars was deposited into his account the same day. What was he doing with all that money?"

"1 MILLION DOLLARS? Heck I don't even have that much money. That asshole could have shared some of that. Damn," TaShawn said. "I don't know how he got that money."

"Do you think he could have stolen it? Maybe stolen it from Andre Rivers? That could give Andre motive," Beckett said.

"Pfffff. No. Tyrone was a good kid. He couldn't have lived with himself if he did."

"Okay. I'll call you later. I've got more work to do."

"Ciao."

Beckett sat with her head thrown back on the chair motionless. She was so tired and she barely got any sleep last night.

"So, who's TaShawn?"

Beckett jumped up from her chair. "Castle!"