Two in one day aren't you guys lucky. Hopefully you guys like this one as well! No sure about the age difference or anything so I went with it. I know he was in college when he wrote his first book so that put Kate around 16-17? IDK I just went with it.

"Castle what on earth is taking you so long?" Beckett demanded as she walked down her bookcase stairs with yet another box. Number five if she was correct. Somewhere in the last hour the writer had scurried off and hadn't been seen for a good thirty minutes. It shouldn't be taking this long for him to pack her books. It shouldn't be taking this long at all to pack all her stuff. There wasn't that much, well she wasn't taking that much, most of it was going into storage until they found room over at his loft. She took a moment to pause. She was moving in with Richard Castle. The thought made her smile like an idiot. "Come on writer boy-." She trailed off when she found said writer sitting cross legged surrounded by all her Derek Storm books. He had one opened in his lap and was looking at a photo that she tucked into one of them. He had this look of such determination on his face it reminded Beckett of a four year old trying to fit the finally piece of a puzzle together. "Rick?"

"Hmm." He didn't look up from the photograph.

"Whatca doing?" Beckett asked setting down the box she was carrying.

"Trying to remember."

The answer surprised her, so she sat down Indian style next to her partner to see what photograph he had found. She was slightly surprised to be staring at a picture of a younger looking them. "I almost forgot about this." She reached to take it only to have it moved from her grasp, "Castle?"

"I'm trying to remember this moment." He explained again. There was no way on earth that he met Kate Beckett before she showed up at that book signing four years ago and he not remember it. He looked at the back ground trying to find any distinguishing marks only to come up empty. It looked like a thousand other book stores that he visited for signing in his career. Beckett hair was long and darker then it was now. Her eyes, god her eyes, they were shinnying with happiness of the moment, but he could see the sadness behind it. "I can't believe we met before."

"I don't expect you to remember it or me." Beckett tried to assure brining that memory back to life in her mind. It had been raining and she had been standing in line for over two hours. Maddy had abandoned her the hour before with some cute guy she picked up in the coffee store across the street. She remembered that Castle had looked so tired, yet still he was charming and smiling with each book he signed and person he met. "I was just another fan girl. I think maybe I got three words out that night. At least I made it to the table this time around."

"You came to more than one signing?" Castle asked finally looking up from the warn photograph.

"Oh yeah. Went to one with my mom, but we never made it to the table."

"You mean I could have met you mom." Emotions clogged his voice at the thought of actually meeting Johanna Beckett and not even knowing it. "Did I? Did she ever get to the table?"

"I think so. I got a signed book for my last birthday with her."

"Wow." Castle sat stunned for a moment as he tried to search his brain for the memory. He had met so many people over the last twenty years that it was impossible to remember each one even if he wanted to. "I'm sorry I can't remember. I would have really liked to have met her."

"I'm not upset. You met hundreds of people at your signings. There were so many at the one I went to and you had Alexis running around with Martha trying to catch her. You even had to stop signing a few times to catch her yourself."

"Now that I remember. It was the last signing I took Alexis too." He turned his attention back to the photo that he was now holding like it was the most precious thing in the world. "You look so sad."

"This book came out the around the anniversary of her death. I-I." She faulted for a moment, "I told you that your books help me through the rough times." Beckett felt his gaze snap to her as she looked away to collect her thoughts. In the four years she had never told him just how much his books meant to her. Or how they reached through the darkness and helped bring her out into the light. "I don't know why I haven't told you, but your books helped me through my mother's death. I think that's why I was devastated when you killed Derek Storm. My mom and I read them together until she died. So after she passed it was a way to connecting to her. Of remembering her in a good way."

"Kate."

"No." She wiped the single tear that escaped her control. "I'm fine. I just wish you could have met her, Rick. She would have really really liked you."

A small smile crossed his face, "You think so?"

"I know so."

Castle set the photo back in the jacket of the book he had been thumbing through before taking her face in his hands. "Thank you for letting me know that. I'm glad that I could have helped, even then when we didn't know each other."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

"I think if you told me when you first met it wouldn't have the same weight of impact as it does now." He brushed his lips over hers, "I love you Kate Beckett."

"I love you too."

With packing the furthest thing from their mind, the two made love in the middle of the scattered books and memories.