So this is just a short fic, nothing dramatic. This takes place before the series premiere, and it's about what one of Beckett's boyfriends said…I think his name was Will…about how he waited in line for over an hour to get a book signed by Castle.

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Will waited patiently for over an hour in the long queue to get a book signed by his girlfriend's favourite author. He never understood why she loved this guy's books so much, seriously, they weren't that good. But for some reason, she spent all night and day reading, immersing herself in another word so she wouldn't have to deal with her own. He had been in line for over an hour before he reached the man of the day – Richard Castle. Will held his girlfriend's copy of Richard Castle's new book out to the author.

"And who is this to?" He asked with a killer, cheeky grin.

"To Kate Beckett" Will answered, his tone even.

"Your girlfriend?" Castle asked while scrawling a message on the inside cover.

"Yes, she's a massive fan, owns all of your books and has read them all cover to cover at least 10 times."

"Wow, pretty devoted" he joked, handing the book back "why isn't she here instead of you?"

"Kate lost her mother recently and barely ever leaves her apartment." Will paused for a moment "your books are the only thing that is getting her through so I stood in line for her to get her favourite author to sign her favourite book."

"What about you? Aren't you helping her?" Castle asked, his voice etched with concern.

"Yeah, I am, but for some reason she only responds to your books." He shrugged his shoulders and gave him a small smile. "She's getting there though, opening up and letting me in."

"Could you tell Kate that I'm sorry for her loss?" Castle questioned, hoping he wasn't over stepping a boundary "and if there's anything I can do-"

"The only thing you could do is catch the bastard that murdered my girlfriend's mum" Will held the book under his arm and thanked Castle before leaving. The line moved along as if nothing had happened.

He signed hundreds more of books to Nicole, Tom, Lynda, Neil, Emily and Jack, but all he could remember was Kate…and how much he wanted to catch the son of a bitch who killed her mother.

I know it was really short but I couldn't get the idea out of my head.

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