My take on season seven.
Spoiler alert, just kidding I don't know anymore than you.
thanks for reading.
Rick felt himself being dragged. Something wasn't right, he was supposed to be getting married. He didn't need to be dragged down the aisle. Hell, he'd been the one who couldn't wait to get married. He struggled to focus. "Guys, guys there is no need to drag me just let me get my bearings." Espo and Ryan were playing tricks on him. "Is this because I didn't want strippers at my bachelor party?" Rick blinked furiously trying hard to focus, but there was something in his eyes. His vision was blurred. Reaching up he gingerly touched his head, it felt sticky.
Then he remembered a black sedan was following him. He'd slowed to allow the vehicle to pass instead it sped up and rammed him off the road.
The weight of what transpired hit him. You know that feeling, the one where you know in gut something is wrong. Well that's the one he'd felt moments before his Mercedes flew through the air, over an embankment.
His last thought was he was really glad he drove the Mercedes, the safety features were phenomenal.
He'd crawled or was dragged from the car. He couldn't really remember exactly, just when he'd decided things couldn't get any things got worse. His car burst into flames. He raised his hand to shield his eyes from the heat, he blinked rapidly but his eyes wouldn't focus.
He wished he had something to clear his vision-"be careful what you wish for darling." He heard his mothers sing-song voice in his head and before her voice trilled the end note of darling a steady stream of water poured on his face. If this was what water boarding felt like he didn't want any part of it, his mind shifted to Kate and the water torture she endured at the hands of Vulcan Simmons. This was nothing. Coughing and spitting Rick shut his eyes and tried to breathe through his nose. Instinctively putting his hand up in front of his face. That's when he felt the cold steel snap shut around his wrists.
The dread of things to come weighed heavy. Somewhere deep down, he knew this wasn't going to be near as much fun as when Kate cuffed him.
Kate-was she alright? He couldn't give up now. He was getting married damn it Everything they'd been through. This wasn't how their story ended. He'd waited too long to let some asshole screw things up now. The mob, and ex-husbands be damned.
The water and the flood of tears helped his vision. Rick blinked rapidly to help focus. He almost wished he hadn't.
Coming into focus was none other than Jerry Tyson. Rick knew it was the sadistic son-of-a-bitch 3XK killer immediately. He'd changed his face, but the soulless eyes gave him away. He couldn't change that feature. The snarky comment was out of his mouth, before his brain registered it wasn't the best idea he'd ever had. "Of all the faces Kelly could have sculpted, seriously that's the one you choose?" Rick braced for the assault. Tyson didn't disappoint. "Give her my regards" Rick wheezed out as he rolled over on his side.
"She's dead" Tyson voice was devoid of emotion.
Rick knew once Tyson used her to further his sick plan. He killed her. A sociopath didn't feel any compassion. Getting rid of Kelly was just like tossing last nights dinner scraps. The purpose fulfilled it didn't make any sense to keep them around. Who knew what sick fascination she saw in the killer.
He never understood why some people wrote letters to serial killers In prison. He didn't understand Their motive, why would they seek a relationship with a psychopath? What did they hope to gain? Most would never meet face to face. He was fascinated with the motive behind the murder he sought out the story, but he didn't a relationship with a killer. His bride-to-be fought for justice. She fought for the ones who no longer had a voice. Tyson interrupted his thoughts.
"I spent months of planning, So that I could disappear. You just couldn't let it go could you? The writer who has to know the story." Tyson struggled to maintain his composure. "What's the matter Castle your diva mother never teach you curiosity killed the cat." Tyson yanked Rick to his feet. His last words, hissed in Rick's ears. "Didn't you learn anything with our last encounter? I set you up for murder. You only got off because I allowed you to, you're sole purpose was to witness my death. You couldn't even get that right."
Tyson shoved Rick forward. Small twigs snapped as castle's dress shoes slipped as he struggled with the uneven terrain. The slick soles were made for dancing not hiking through the woods and He didn't believe they were going to grandmas house either.
His tux was being ripped apart by the low tree branches. He was grateful his hands were cuffed in front of him. It made traveling a little easier.
Rick realized Tyson was putting as much distance from the crash site as possible. He wondered who drove the other car if Tyson was here with him. This time he kept his mouth shut. He was trying to come up with a plan. What would Beckett do? She would shoot his ass that's what she would do.
Rick stumbled and was rewarded with a jab in his back.
"Forgive me, but I was going to my wedding I-I'm not dressed for hiking." Rick was pissed. He was supposed to be getting married. His heart sank as he thought of Kate. They'd come so far, no way this was how their story ended. He wanted his ever after. The writer never doubted for a minute they would be happy.
He willed himself to survive, whatever it took. He would not be the cause of Kate spiraling down the rabbit hole. Falling into the same self-destructive path she took when her mom died.
He'd almost lost her then. He damn sure wasn't going to lose her now.
Tyson snarled, the writer slowed. He shoved Rick forward. "Come on castle, miles to go before we sleep."
"Robert Frost? The woods are lovely dark and deep. And I've got miles to go before I sleep miles to go before I sleep. Isn't that a little to meta, even for you."
"Just because I don't read the drivel you write, doesn't mean I do not appreciate good works of literature. The arts, fine wine. Oh and the last time I stopped by your place I grabbed a bottle of Sancerre. I hope you don't mind. I was doing you a favor really, after all we both know your mother is one glass shy of becoming a full-fledged alcoholic."
Rick lunged at Tyson his shoes lost traction right before he reached him, his momentum pushed him forward head first into face a bush. Tyson laughed out loud. "If your lovely bride-to-be could only see you now she'd surely change her mind."
Tyson voice changed with his next breath. "Try anything like that again and I will gut you and leave you here to rot. Do you understand?" The cold emotionless timber of his voice convinced Rick now was not the time. Tyson won this battle. Rick planned on winning the war.
Rick got up and nodded that he understood. He wisely remained silent, his focus only focus was to survive and wait for an opportunity to end Jerry Tyson. This time he would make damn sure he was dead.
"Gee, Castle I'm disappointed in you. Aren't you going to ask me why are you doing this?" Tyson said mockingly in a high-pitched voice. "They all want to know why. It's the age-old question really, boring but necessary for the small-minded."Tyson continued without any prompting from Rick.
"It's simple really. I promised you I'd return, I sent you a little song 'till we meet again.' I wanted something a little more cryptic but Kelly insisted you were to thick to figure out a real clue."
"We don't have to worry about her interfering now do we. I was reading an ad on a site it's similar to your Craig's list. He kindly explained. The web site is strictly for professionals like myself. It took a year to be for me to be accepted. The verification process is tedious. Anyway the site allows you a source to buy certain items for instance the green and white nylon rope that I prefer, or offer your services. The keeper of this site is a computer guru, he can hack into NORAD and not leave a footprint. Relax he's not a war mongrel his passion is for young boys. Let's just say his tastes demand he keep a low profile."
Rick was glad he was walking in front of Tyson. The evil and vile spewing from his lips sickened him. He knew he needed to listen, but it was difficult. Tyson was a sick and twisted individual. He wondered if the serial killer was born because of twisted relationship with his mother or an evil that he was born with.
Tyson kept talking as they walked. "If I go to a hardware store to purchase my rope it's 'marked' a picture of the purchaser date time and location is sent directly to Quantico in Virginia. I don't want the FBI tracking me. It's not likely they would ever catch me but, even a blind hog finds an acorn every now and then."
Tyson laughed eerily. "Listen to me prattle on, there was a contract for you listed on the site, and the payer wanted you alive. It seems they wanted to have the pleasure of killing you themselves. I don't need the money Kelly provided me with a fortune. She helped several receive a new identity and they paid very well. I just couldn't pass up the opportunity."
Their walk continued silently for a few miles when Tyson started talking again.
"I decided what a lovely way for us to meet again, with the added bonus of interrupting your wedding. It's not very nice to interrupt someone's plans is it? Months of planning wasted." Tyson let out a sigh. "I feel so much better after our little chat don't you?"