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The story is set somewhere after "Probable Cause", just without Castle and Beckett being together by now (so suppose that "Always" never happened).
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Prolog
Soft features. Glazed eyes. Almost calmer than last time. Like he now knows even better what he wants and how he can reach his goals.
Probably, no one would have thought of him as someone who was responsible for the end of so many lives. Not even he himself, if he had met him under other circumstances.
Castle watches him closely, examines the strained expression on his face, notices how he almost looks shy underneath it. Almost friendly. Shy and friendly. He of all people.
But isn't it always like this?
In the last four years at the precinct, with murder suspects in the interrogation room and people who were holding a gun to another head, Castle always wondered how normal these people looked. They were neighbours, husbands, wives, colleagues, quite often good friends and passionate lovers. People who got so badly hurt that somehow, something went wrong. First in their lives, then in their heads - and what once starts as a thought mostly results in actions. Inhuman actions, in this case.
But... Inhuman? Maybe these murders weren't even that, for something actually can't be inhuman when it takes place in a humans head.
Of course these people are exceptions to what a human mind is capable of. But there are exceptions, like there has to be an exception to every rule, to every normalcy. Just that Jerry Tyson is the biggest exception he ever met.
The guy was hiding for a year.
A long time in which he could organize, analyze, draw plans of the perfect murder. One that would be even more horrible, even more bizarre. Even more great.
He could plan how to get revenge on the guy who crossed his plans. He said he would destroy Castle. Not just kill him, but maybe his loved ones when they would try to stop him one more time.
His stomach drops at the thought of them. Of Beckett, who is somewhere at the other side of this scaffold.
A year.
A year in which you can analyze, make plans, ... in which you can wait for someone. Wait for a wall to come down without being sure you would get behind it when it finally does.
One year of wait and hope.
For revenge.
For love.
This is the moment Castle realises bitterly that he and Tyson have this one thing in common. This year of waiting. Unfortunately, he has the feeling that Tyson, as against him, wouldn't have to wait any longer to get what he wants. And if this psychopath would reach his goal in the next five minutes, in the next few seconds, then maybe Castle would never reach his...
At this thought, he feels this overwhelming urge to be with her, to call her name, to just... do anything before maybe... somehow... something happens.
He doesn't care any longer about the consequences. He doesn't know what would happen. The only thing he knows is that he won't let Tyson cross his plans.
(to be continued)
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