A/N I have never written before but this popped in my head a while back and last night I couldn't sleep so I finished it up and decided to post it, its unbetad so all my mistakes are my own

A/N I don't own Castle or any of the characters they belong to the genious that is Andrew W. Marlowe

He lazily rolls over, his right arm reaches out for her, he pops one eye open when he can't find her body and sees the space in the bed next to him empty, running his hand over the space, he finds it cold and stiff. He lets out groan as he rolls back over, and sits up on the edge of the bed and wipes the sleep from his eyes as he looks over at the clock on the bedside table, the numbers reading 7:30 a.m. He sighs as he gets up and makes his way out of his bedroom. The loft is quiet and dark and he starts to wonder if she had gotten an early morning call to a crime scene, But surely she would have woken me up if that was the case right? He thinks to himself.

"Kate?" he calls out quietly as he looks around the loft, his eyes catch sight of her standing in the living room in front of the window, her figure illuminated in the pale light. He moves in quietly behind her, she doesn't stir just continues staring out the window at the city below, it's a gloomy morning in New York, gray clouds hang over the city, as rain cascades down the window.

"They say it gets easier over time, but it really doesn't." she says suddenly, voice raspy and barely above a whisper as if she had been crying. "Its been fourteen years today and it still hurts as much as it did then."

It is then that he realizes what today is and he mentally smacks himself for forgetting. And her behavior last night now makes sense to him, how she had gotten unusually quiet after they left the precinct, how when they had gotten to the loft she went straight to bed without saying a single word to him. He's brought out of his thoughts when she turns and wraps her arms around his waist and buries her face in his chest.

"I miss her so much Castle." She says her voice breaking and she can feel the tears forming but instead of fighting them she just lets them flow, he brings his arms up and wraps them around her and pulls her in tighter, his heart aches for her, and he wishes he could somehow take away all her pain. He has never lost a parent but he can only imagine how hard it must be especially when someone loses a parent the way she did. He wishes there was something he could say to make it all better but he knows no words will help so he just continues to hold her tightly. They stay like this for what seems like hours but he doesn't mind he'll stay here like this all day if she needs him too.