Hey guys this is a filler... introduces the new character.. I promise you will like her.. eventually :) Not much happens here but I've already almost finished the next chapter.. so be prepared for some Castle/Beckett family fun in that.

Anyways enjoy this one.

His world shattered as soon as the phone met his ear. All that he had falsely felt comfort in, that she was safe... that he wouldn't loose her that way again. And then the strangely methodical voice echoed through the tiny speakers and every piece of sanity that he possessed was gone. And so was any grip around his fear.. his albeit selfish fear that ruled his every move... that held him back, that tamed him in order to keep her close. And he was up on his feet before the boys recognized the pain across his face, rushing toward the elevator – one step closer to her. "Castle... man what's wrong... is Alexis okay?" Ryan watched the author freeze and turn.. but was not ready for the look in his eyes.

"Beckett... she's in the hospital". And just like that the precinct started spinning, Ryan and Espisito running with him not caring who was watching as the men impatiently struggled, fighting against their own thoughts. And as they sped toward the hospital, they saw the scene of the crash, saw the mangled metal; the blood...and their worst fears erupted before their eyes. Castle grew serious, his eyes turning a dark blue and his hands shaking as he held on to the image of the woman he loved, cradling a coffee cup to her cheek. There was too much blood... would there be enough left in her... to allow for her cheeks to go red in that manner when the warmth of the mug heated her cool skin. But really he wondered... would there be enough life left in him if there wasn't?

Nothing. That's all she felt. And she knew in that instant that she was alive. She was not used to feeling nothing... too caught up in emotion to be numb. So this wondrous feeling, she knew, could only be the magical effects of drugs; working away at her supposedly throbbing body. And she heard the voice. Just one. It felt familiar somehow though she knew she had never spoken to this person before. It was melodious and light- causing bright spots to dance across Kate's eyelids as she pulled herself closer and closer toward consciousness. "No.. listen just take care of him for a while okay.. I'm at the hospital at the moment.. there was an accident." Kate breathed in a lavender scent, it was subtle as though only wafting to those with the privilege to be close enough. And as she opened her eyes she saw a canvas of black curly hair, the type that seemed to form a natural path down the owner's back. She was young; perhaps young enough to be in high school. Kate was positive she had never seen her before... and yet her voice still echoed in her ears like a past memory. "No.. yea I'm fine I promise. Just a couple of scratches, nothing to worry about...no there was a woman in the other car. she wasn't too badly hurt I don't think... they're waiting for the x-rays to come back." At that moment the young girl turned and smiled at Kate's now conscious form. "Hey Ty I have to go... talk to you later... be good". And then she turned, grin in full force now as Kate got to see her face for the first time, noting her light brown skin and dark eyes. "Hi.. you're awake.. are you in pain? I'm so sorry about the accident.. we're not sure what happened.. whether you ran a red light or I was busy reading a text. You seemed to get the full brunt of it though. Sorry about that. The meds seem to working their charm though right? fantastic stuff!". Kate blinked at her for a second, trying to catch up with her fast paced companion.

"Err... who are you?" Kate looked at her curiously.. now debating whether the meds were working too well and helping her conjure up an imaginary friend.

"Oh" she laughed good humouredly, brushing locks of hair from her face as she stepped toward the bed. "Hi... I'm Mya... the girl who was in the accident with you." She moved close to Kate now, lightly fingering the bandage across her forehead. "I'm really sorry about that.. it was a major cut... and from other parts of your body as well so you lost a lot of blood... but I tried to control as many as I could at the scene." She looked at Kate and smiled. "It was lucky that you are light... it was easy to lift you out of the car". Kate froze as the girl moved away to sit at the foot of her bed, running her hand across her own wrist where there seemed to be a bandage as well.

"You pulled me out...and bandaged me?" Kate regarded her, watched as she shrugged and stood.

"I couldn't just leave you there.. you were unconscious. Anyways it wasn't much of a big deal.. I happen to have a relative who can't help but get himself hurt.. so I learnt at a young age my first aid basics." She turned and then looked back. "Is it okay if I use the bathroom?" she gestured toward the adjoining door to the room, closed off from where Kate now lay.

"Yea sure" she watched as Mya opened the door, realising that this girl may have just saved her life. "Thank you" Mya turned to her and smiled."My names Kate by the way... it's really nice to meet you".

"It's really nice to meet you too... I forgot to tell you that the doctors got a hold of your emergency contact so they should be here soon", and then she was gone, closing the door behind her before she saw the apprehension seep onto to Kate's features. Her emergency contact? Crap.. Castle.

Two detectives and a famous author burst into a hospital. Waiting for a punch line? Seemingly the receptionist was as she stared dumbfounded at the three agitated men before her. It took the flashing of a badge and the impatient coughing of one Spanish cop to snap her out of her shock induced state in order to stutter the room name. And then he ran... ran so fast that the walls became a blur of white, left behind the other men as he fought his way toward her. And the room numbers 108 stopped him; forced him to take a breath. He paused, hand on the door handle as the emotions he had curbed started pushing at his temples. And before he could run from what he believed to be the inevitable he pushed open the door and sought out the one thing that could keep him anchored. Her eyes.

And there she was, bandages on her head and arms...sitting, back propped up against the headboard, staring off into space as though deep in thought. And God how he wanted to rush over and gather into his arms, put his lips against her neck; feel the thrumming of her pulse as proof she was alive. Instead he stood and grinned, so hard that the corner of his eyes protested against the tight squeeze. and when she looked up and realised he was there she began to smile to, the unsaid words shinning on both their faces. "Kate... you're okay" He whispered, moving quickly toward her and hugging her tightly, pushing the boundaries out of his mind for the moment. And she hugged him back... just as hard, grasping his shoulders as though to reassure the both of them that they still existed. That this was still their reality.

"Yea.. I'm good", he moved, touching her hand slightly as he sat near the foot of the bed. "There was a young girl actually.. who dragged me out of the car and helped stop the cuts from bleeding". Rick raised his eyebrows

"Really?" He closed his eyes and with every fibre in his body thanked that girl for saving his muse... his partner. The tension he had earlier sitting upon his shoulders had slowly lifted and he studied her face, her wonderful face that held so many secrets but he had learned to read like a map. God how he loved her..almost wished that he would have the courage to just blurt it out right now. But he knew it wasn't right... she was too fragile.. Heck so was he, the scare of losing her no longer sitting heavy on his chest but still seeping into his cerebral cortex. So he settled... for just sitting here listening to her voice, hands barely grazing.. but they were his lifeline now.

"Yea.. she and I were in the same accident but she got out safely... must've seen me unconscious in the front seat" Kate smiled slightly unaware of the inner battle going on behind her partners eyes. "Her name is Mya". That got his attention.

"Mya?" he asked curiously... not daring to get his hopes up. And at that moment music echoed from the walls of the bathroom, singing with such talent that Kate was caught surprisingly unaware. Not Rick. He jumped up, too excited now to stay still. Offcourse... offcourse it was her. He only knew one person who could've had the skill to pull someone out of a car after only just been in an accident herself... the same person who he had long ago grown to find perfection in her voice. And both writer and muse listened to the running of the tap intertwined with mouldings of the young girls words.

May be surrounded by

A million people I

Still feel all alone

Just wanna go home

Oh I miss you, you know

She opened the door then, busied herself by wiping the blood she had not seen in the bathroom.. Kate's blood. She had grown, he mused; her hair longer. But it was her... dear god how he missed her. And then he remembered that familiar game they always played when they would meet. He silently congratulated himself on catching her unawares this time... like she always did to him. He would win... his creative dignity will remain intact... shielded from her playful bashing when she stripped the renowned author of all that made his livelihood. Ohh yeaa. Payback time. "Sorry I took so long... I had to get some of the blood off" she said looking up. And then she saw him.. her face lighting up as she caught up. He watched her smile widen.. knew his was probably splitting his face in half. But it had been 3 years. And she was here. Strolling toward her he lifted his hand. "Ivan... Ivan Oder... it's nice to meet you". Mya held back a grin at the name, looking up at the man she had missed so terribly for the past three years.

"Anna.. Anna Sasin".

"Ahh. yes miss Sasin I've been looking forward to meeting you."

"Yes Mr Oder, I've heard your soap company has really taken off these days and you've been looking for security that my company provides. Unfortunately I have just taken up a new job.. an associate of a certain author... I'm not sure you've heard of him. He tends to stick to certain genre... Richard Castle."

He narrowed his eyes, regarding his opponent. "Yes I've heard of him... great things.. ruggedly handsome and all"

"yea well despite rumours... he looks nothing that Jason Bateman." Castle almost blanched at that, but Mya ignored it.. continuing her facade. "Yes well an associate of his is here... in New York, and she has requested me to find the good Mr Castle to tell him of this news". He swallowed a gasp and watched her, saw the excitement shining through her eyes.

"I see... how long is this associate here for?" he whispered the corners of his mouth turning up in approval.

"Oh I dunno... how about forever" she grinned and he moved toward her, pulling her into his arms and lifting her off the ground eliciting laughs from the both of them. "I've missed you so much" she said and kissed him on the forehead holding him tighter as they animatedly got lost in their childish banter. Kate watched the interaction dumbfounded... wondering if perhaps she had a concussion or her dreams were becoming increasingly more vivid.

"My god you've gotten older now" Castle exclaimed as he brushed the locks from Mya's face as she beamed at him.

"Yea.. three years will do that to you... what are you doing here anyways? I was gunna surprise you and my lovely red headed darling tomorrow". He glanced at Kate- saw the confusion dominate her face and laughed at the ludicrous situation.

"Yea well... this is my partner" he said gesturing to the brunette still sitting motionless on the bed. He said the label with importance... like they could never be less than that. Two halves of a whole. And Kate knew what he meant... revelled in his words. Mya glanced at the two of them, catching on to the slight exaggeration of their eyes as though they didn't need words. And then recognition dawned and she gasped, "wait your partner? Offcourse... gorgeous face... edible looking hair", she stepped closer toward Kate, breathing in the air that surrounded her- "Smells like cherries... well, Detective Beckett. It's good to finally meet you... the muse behind the books..". She grinned good naturedly and turned to a slightly red author. "God C, she is even more intriguing than you described... call it artistic jealousy, but damn you hit the jackpot with muses" she tilted her head slightly and smirked at the two of them.. "And partners as well".

Kate still out of the loop watched as Castle and the young girl talked and laughed, so full of life that she felt the situation unreal. as though the pain meds were finally catching up with her. "So how do you two know each other?"

"Oh" Castle said and slung his arm over the girls shoulder, playfully pushing her so she would lose balance. "Kate Beckett... meet Mya Stevens... my daughter". And they beamed at each other as Kate widened her eyes. 'Yep' she thought. 'These hospital medications work wonders'.