My first fanfic, so not sure how this will turn out. I've got no beta, so all the mistakes are completely mine! Please read and review, it would mean a lot to me! Thanks :)
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me, they are the property of the fabulous writers of Castle!
Lying on the cold, hard ground, Detective Kate Beckett was paralysed. In the darkness, she felt no hope. How could she escape, if she couldn't even open her eyes? Her head was pounding, the torso was throbbing, and she didn't particularly like the way that every time she moved her left ankle, flames of burning fire were sent shooting up her leg. She grit her teeth, and tried to stifle the cry of pain which nearly left her lips. She was Kate Beckett. Detective Kate Beckett, nonetheless. Detective Kate Beckett didn't cry, she manned up, and took whatever the universe threw at her in her stride. And she was going to get of this floor, if it killed her. First thing first though, she was going to have to open her eyes. No big deal, she thought. It's not as if I haven't opened my eyes before. Slowly, she forced her eyes open, and the blinding pain that swept through her head nearly made her throw up and pass out simultaneously. She screwed her eyes closed tightly, panting, and cursed herself for being so weak that she could even open her eyes, for crying out loud! But a little nausea never stopped her before. Once she went to the precinct for a whole week with the flu and a high temperature, cracked the case wide open and managed to arrest the suspect, while feeling like crap. Actually, on second thoughts, maybe that wasn't the best idea. The telling-off she'd received from Laine when she practically broke down the door to her apartment to find her unconscious on the couch, completely drained of energy from her illness, was definitely not something that she had enjoyed. Well, whatever. Nausea aside, she could live with that. She just had to open her eyes.
Kate braced herself for the pain, and slowly widened her eyes. The wave of pain came, but it was less intense than before, still nauseating, but less so. She blinked a few times, as her vision cleared. It was still blurry, which led her to the conclusion that she probably had a concussion, which was further supported by the fact that she couldn't remember where she was. She looked around, and discovered that it wasn't actually as dark as she thought. She surveyed her surroundings with a critical eye, developed over more than a decade of police work. She was lying in a fairly small room, it looked somewhat like a basement, and there was a heavy looking door immediately opposite where she was lying. The reason it wasn't too dark seemed to be due to the light entering the room through the crack under the door. She wracked her brain trying to remember why she was here, but came up empty. She sighed; hopefully her memory would come back soon, before whoever put her in here did. Okay, now for step two. Getting off this damn floor! She suspected that this might prove even trickier than step one, which didn't bode very well. In her prone position on the floor, she tried to sense where she was injured. Well, I was either drugged, or hit on the head, she decided. There was not much else that could account for her terrible headache. She took a deep breath, and gasped at the pain which spread across her chest. I guess I could put broken or cracked ribs on the list of injuries too, the concluded with a grim smile. Boy would that make running difficult. Her ankle still felt like it was on fire, but she seemed to be able to move it reasonably well, so it probably wasn't broken. But she should most likely take it easy for a few days. She laughed humourlessly. Who was she kidding? Taking it easy would probably be that last thing on her mind! With this done, she pushed herself up into a sitting position. Immediately her world started to spin, and she leaned back on the cold wall heavily, breathing quickly in an attempt to ward of the nausea. I think I'm gonna tick that box for possible concussion, she thought. If only Laine was here, she would know what to do. Or Castle, for that matter. "CASTLE!" she shouted out accidently, before realising her mistake. She clamped her hand over her mouth, mentally cursing herself for being so stupid. In the distance, she could her footsteps, coming closer and closer. Suddenly, the door was thrown open, and light shone into the room. Her eyes were blinded from the sudden exposure to the brightness, but in the haze she saw a tall figure approaching her.
"Who are you?" she asked, but the figure said nothing. They took a large needle from behind their back and came even closer. Kate would have tried to defend herself, but they were too quick for her in her agonised state. The last thing she remembered before darkness took over her mind again was the sharp sting of a needle in her arm.