He'd never loved someone so much. Well, he loved his daughter more than anyone in the world, but that was a different type of love. The love he had for Katherine Beckett was a mind blowing, passionate love that was all consuming. He'd known if for a while, that he didn't know how he had lived so many years without her. And he knew that now that she was in his life, that she loved him back, that there was no turning back. He would spend the rest of his life with her, trying to bring her happiness every day.

Little did he know as he was cooking up dinner for them that night, little did he know that the world had other plans. He had no idea, as he chopped carrots into a bowl, that she was sitting in the back of a truck. He had no clue that the reason she was called to the precinct was to go undercover. All he knew was that she said she would be back for dinner, and he was making a meal that she loved.

The food had sat there for a good hour before he started worrying. She would have called, he thought to himself, calling her number once again for the fifth time. He didn't usually get so worried about her detective work, but that was because he was usually with her. This time Gates had asked for only her to come.

"Kate….call me back when you get this. I just want to know that you are alright." He had no idea that her phone was on silent and locked in her desk at the precinct, abandoned for a phone that had been given to her while she was undercover.

Another hour passed, and he was out the door, leaving a note for Alexis to let her know where he was. He'd already called Esposito and Ryan about seven times each, and now he was moving on to calling Gates, who ignored every one of his phone calls, as the rang two or three times and then he was hung up on.

What is going on? He thought to himself, running a hand through his hair.

The minute the taxi pulled up at the precinct, he was heading up the elevator, tapping the wall in frustration, "C'mon."

The minute the door opened, he was out on the floor, and seeing that Beckett's desk held no evidence of her being there, and that Ryan and Esposito were not at their desks either, he went straight to Gates's office, knocking rather forcefully.

She had little choice but to answer, because if she hadn't opened the door, Castle would have barged in. He was getting very annoyed, and very, very worried. "Ah…Mr. Castle, I was wondering when you would show up."

He wasn't pleased by her statement, he just wanted to know where his fiancée was. And therefore, he wasn't set to make any chit chat. "Where's Beckett?"

He watched as Captain Gates's face faded into worry, sadness, and concern. "Unfortunately, Mr. Castle, we do not know."

That statement confused him. How did they not know where she was? They had called upon her, they had to know where she was…this didn't make any sense. "What do you mean you don't know where she is?"

Captain Gates hadn't seen him this flustered since his daughter was kidnapped, and she wasn't looking forward to having to tell him what had happened to his fiancée. After all, just thinking about it made her think about what it may feel like to have her husband or one of her kids taken away from her. And the thought, well, it was unbearable . "She agreed to take place in an undercover narcotic case, but something went wrong."

His mind was spinning. He felt as if he couldn't breathe. He should have made her tell him what case she was working. He should have gotten off his video games and done something. He clutched the doorknob of her office with his hand, feeling a bit claustrophobic as he heard the next words the captain was saying. "Elevator footage showed her going into the elevator, where she was then held at gunpoint."

He closed his eyes, remembering her words when Ryan and Esposito were caught by the fire. That it felt like a dream. Well, to him, this felt like a dream. An unbearable, horrid, nightmare. "The elevator footage is the last time we saw her. However, we got a message from her on the wire not long after."

A message. Hope flooded through him. Maybe she was okay. She had to be. Right?

He followed the Captain to a computer, where he saw there was a voice recording. He would hear her voice, his fiancées lovely voice. And it would be her saying she was alright, that she was safe.

That wasn't what he heard.

"If you can hear me, I've been abducted. I'm in a white cube van, New York plates…." That is all he heard, all he paid attention to…because there was one word, that stood out, that froze him in his spot.

Abducted.