Author's Note: I'm sorry everyone, for the long delay, major writer's block on behalf of this story. I hope you enjoy this chapter, God knows I re-wrote it over four times.

Disclaimer: I do not own Castle.

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"Castle, Castle, wake up, we've got a case!" The author opened his eye to see his girlfriend, pretty as ever, hovering over him, shaking him gently.

"But why, we haven't even had morning sex, yet!" He whined but got up.

To appease him and even herself, actually, Kate followed him into the shower and they had twenty minutes of fun before heading off to the crime scene.

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Somewhere in New Jersey

"Lenny, would you mind handing this to my Daisy at the park? She stays on the bench in front of the daisy patch, close to the playground. She's got brown hair and they're a bit gold, pretty green eyes and she's really tall. Would you, pretty please?" The little child whispered in his ear discreetly, handing him a folded piece of paper, as the children were lined up to climb down the van.

"Eleanor, you know you and I could get in trouble…" He tried to reason, but the boss pulled her roughly out of the car and Leonard Jayden had no choice but to do as she asked.

But did this Daisy person really exist? Hell, from the way these kids lived, Eleanor could well have created an illusion, maybe an imaginary friend. He was reminded of Yuri, his childhood "angel".

Imaginary or not, this child deserved some happiness, even if brief; and some closure, before she was taken away to God knows where and to God knows who. He'd discussed this with Jasmine, they needed to get into action quickly, or the kids would be shipped away, never to be found again.

The boss ordered him to take the van to revision and take the rest of the day off. They would no longer need his services.

Lord, he knew it was too good to be true that a driver would get such a good payment as he was, now he'd gotten himself tied-up in this child-trafficking mafia and would need a hell of a lawyer, when time came.

He took out his phone and pressed speed-dial one, Jasmine.

"Hey, honey, I'm free for the day. How about lunch at your diner and we discuss our case. Love you tons!"

He left the message on her phone, she did mention she'd be at an important meeting with clients. What would be of him without his Jasmine-flower? God, Drew was right, he had fallen bad for Jazzy. It'd been three years into their relationship and they still acted like it was their first month of dating. Once this all was over and he got Blue Note Records to buy some of his latest compositions, he'd propose to Jazzy and he'd already chosen the ring.

He started up his car and drove towards the Brooklyn bridge, heading for New York.

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It had been over two hours since Beckett had left the crime scene, with an extremely meaningful find, at least to her. In the inside pocket of Leo Atlas's jacket was folded piece of paper that turned out to be of two flowers in the middle of a park. To be exact it was two daisies, one large and the other smaller. The tall daisy had green eyes and red lips whilst the smaller had blue eyes and a pink smile.

What had really ignited Kate's need to find her little girl however, was the very name written in red crayon at the top of the page Eleanor, and most importantly the To: Miss Daisy Flower at the bottom which made Kate Beckett be certain it was meant for her.

She had her boys, Castle included, begin a mad goose chase to find out what could possibly link a failed jazzist and an orphaned toddler. Until Leo's girlfriend showed up at the 12th precinct at the end of the day—Jasmine Carlton.

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"So you're saying that Leo found out the guys he was working with were actually in a child-trafficking organization?" Castle asked horrified. Jasmine took a sip of the water Kate had offered her, her eyes puffy and cheeks red from all the crying.

"Detective, Mr. Castle, Leonard was a wonderful man. Sure he made some poor decisions and made a lot of mistakes in his life but don't we all? When Leonard started telling me of the children, he was really worried about their safety and his too. He wanted to leave the job and forget about it, but I'm a social services agent, I come from a wealthy and extremely self-absorved, controlling family from North Carolina, I graduated in law school at Yale and look where I'm at? I just wanted to do something that would matter, to make a difference in someone's life, and I like to think I do a little bit of that everyday, with each child I work with…" She paused, her big brown eyes full of unshed tears.

"What made him stay?" Beckett asked softly, "Why didn't Mr. Jayden just leave the job once he found out?"

"I convinced him to stay. I told him he could keep an eye on the kids and write down all the names and people he encountered on the job, what happens, the places they make him go to, the people he's sent to meet with and of course, to keep track of the children. Names, ages, physical appearance, sometimes even personalities. He wrote it all and he gave it to me. I've been preparing a portfolio on my own for the past year with all his information. I've over one hundred names and thirty children, hundreds of addresses and dates. I was going to turn it all in once I got the name of the boss… Karl Humphry, mid-fifties, Brooklyn accent. It's what he wrote down. Leo saw this man only once and from far away, the name he heard from the grapevine."

"Do you think you could hand your case over to us?" Kate asked amazed at the couple's work.

"Yes, of course. To tell the truth I'm afraid of holding it with me for much longer, in case they find out. I'm almost positive that's why Leo was…" Jasmine shook her head of thick brown curls. "Anyway, it's in here." The thirty-something social-worker opened her handbag and pulled out an external hard-drive and handed it over to Castle.

"It's all in here?" Castle asked amazed and shocked at the same time. Jasmine nodded and stared into Kate's eyes.

"Detective, was there a drawing of daisies in his pocket?" Kate nodded. "I understand you're not supposed to disclose with me your evidence but that drawing is important, at least to the child who drew it. Eleanor is three years-old, going on four. She's extremely advanced for her age. Ha a near-perfect vocabulary and already knows how to write her name, the names of the other children, her address and simple words. She can read very well since she basically devours the books that Audrey picks out in the library for them, although quite seldom. Audrey is the children's care-taker, she doesn't do a lot of caring though and the children are practically ignored. You'll find out more of them in the files I gave you…"

Kate nodded, urging for Jasmine to go on.

"Eleanor is very special, very observing and she made friends with a woman at the park, not too far from here, Leo and I knew because they go there every week and he'd drive. She asked Leo to help her make contact with this Daisy person, I'm not even sure that's exactly the person's name. I think you and your team need to act quick, 'cause according to my calculations the children will be shipped away to Europe within this week, and after that distributed into families or prostitution houses, whatever. Eleanor needs this woman to be there."

"Why?" Castle asked as Kate couldn't make out a sentence.

"Because she loves this woman and deserves to see her at least one more time. Do you know how difficult it is for any of these children to grow affection towards anyone besides them. Do you know how difficult it is for them to trust and speak to people? They barely spoke two words to Leonard and he was a nice guy. He mentioned Eleanor was the one to ask him to play his jazz music, she liked the piano solos." Castle nodded. "These children shouldn't go into the system, they diserve to be rekindled with their families that I think should still be looking for them and with people they love. They need love."

"Thank you, Miss Carlton for all your help." Kate finally said shaking the woman's hand.

"Thank you, detective, Mr. Castle." She said with a sad smile.

"Can I ask you, Miss. Carlton, you said you don't feel safe anymore?" Jasmine nodded, her eyes already pouring fat tears. "What if we offered to put you in a witness protection programme?" Jasmine nodded and let out a relieved smile.

"Please, please, I'm so afraid! I'd be forever thankful!" Kate smiled happy the woman accepted their help.

"We are thankful to you and Mr. Jayden, I promise you we will have him remembered, if you wish so, that is?" Jasmine nodded.

"He'd be thankful too." Castle shook her hand as well and Jasmine was taken by a fellow officer inside Gates's office for more details.

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Later that evening…

"So what do we do now?" Castle asked his girlfriend as the two, along with Esposito and Ryan polished off their dinners of Chinese food at the same time as they read all of Jasmine's files.

"We find these children and track down all these filthy bastards…" She answered him with a dangerous, determined gleam in her green eyes.

"We'll get your little girl, Beckett." He whispered in her ear.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Reviews are very welcome!