Hello everyone. I`m giving you another story about our favorite couple. I hope you enjoy it. Please review if you like.
Once again sorry for any grammar mistakes.
Title: "Late Night With Beckett, Castle and... Hugo"
Rating: well... T (language, violence and couple other things)
Chapter 1: "Hello... let`s talk"
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Room in which he was located was not the biggest, but he had to admit it - it perfectly fulfilled its mission - isolation from the outside world was total and absolute.
Ever since he regained consciousness, Castle carefully looked around trying to figure out exactly where he was. Unfortunately, only conclusion he reached after several minutes confirmed what I was sure from the beginning.
Room, was probably an old warehouse space in the port area or the Hudson River ... He was sure he heard gentle hum of water behind the right wall. Unfortunately it was so suppressed that he could not catch any details. Indeed, twice he heard the siren of a ship or a ferry but it sounded as if from a distance of several kilometers.
Place was in a form of a square - with a side length of 20 meters each. There were no windows, and from what he knew, there were only single door just behind him. He noticed them in the corner of his eye when he twisted his neck, but did not notice anything unusual in them. Just a simple door with a round handle - typical for any storage space in the world. The walls were drab and shabby, old paint was falling off with whole patches. It was clearly visible from under the plastic – which hung everywhere.
I was it... plastic foil. That was the most irritating.
I wasn`t even that that he was kidnapped and placed in a dark room.
Even that this room was lighted by a very weak light bulb, which practically did not give any light.
Not that there was gloom in the room - which in itself was mega annoying.
But it was this bloody foil...
Every inch of space was covered with transparent plastic foil. The entire floor, walls, doors, handles, several wooden crates in the corner, two free standing chairs and small table which was standing under the left wall.
With typical to him dark humor he thought that with such a quantity of plastic, it could be possible in that room to kill a cow, chopped her into small pieces with blood squirting everywhere, and after the plastic were removed no one would know that anything happened there.
The nerve of this bastard!
Definitely, this awareness has not improved his humor and more-some, he felt increasingly nervous.
Castle stretched his muscles trying to move, but this time - like several times before - his efforts had failed.
Metal chair on which he sat was attached to the floor of the four thick bolts - one for each leg. Furniture didn`t move even a millimeter, even when Rick tried several times to broke his shackles.
An additional terrifying bonus of the whole situation was that he was tied to a with a very large amount of the same foil which covered all the walls. It was warped around his whole body a few dozen times, and although he could easily breathe – his capability to move was simply none.
Whoever has kidnapped him did a really good job of preventing any chance of escape.
Quiet sigh from left side snatched him from his thoughts.
He quickly looked at the person sitting next to him and sighed with relief.
"Castle?"
"Hello Kate" – he allowed himself for a shadow of a smile. "You don`t know glad I am that you finally regained conscious."
Detective Kate Beckett shook her head trying to get rid of the mist enveloping her mind and concentrate look on his face.
"What`s happening? What are you ... what is going on?"
Castle tried to make his voice as calm as it was possible.
"Beckett ... we have a really big trouble ..."
"How...? What are you ...? "- her voice suddenly stuck in his throat.
Her eyes widened suddenly, when she realized that she couldn`t move.
"What the hell ...?"
She tore her gaze from the face of his partner and fully awake assessed the situation in which they were both in. Many years of work in New York City Police Department allowed her to quickly understamd what was going on.
Castle patiently waited until the woman catch up with the whole situation in which they found themselves. It did not take long.
"Well... we are fucked!" - she muttered darkly.
Castle slowly nodded.
"I would like to disagree with you, but I can`t."
Kate tried to pull up in chains, but she could not move more than a few centimeters. She was restrained exactly the same way as the Castle. Several layers of plastic foil tightly surrounded her whole body - from the ankles up to the arms.
She had a similar opportunity to move like him – simply none.
Chair on which she sat was the same as Rick, positioned right next to his - just like their abductor was trying to create some small audience.
"Did you see anyone?"
He shook his head.
"I do not. I woke up ... about fifteen or twenty minutes before you ... from the very beginning we were alone. I tried talking to you... to wake you, but... you were completely off ... Luckily, I saw that you breathe, so I just decided to wait until you come back."
Kate nodded her head slightly to adopt what he said, then grimaced slightly which Rick immediately noticed.
"Are you okay?" - He asked with concern.
"Yes. My head is just spinning."
"It`s drugs." - he sighed. "I had the same thing when I woke up. In a minute or two it should pass."
"Ok." - Kate looked at him. "You tried to call for help."
Despite the unenviable situation in which they were, Rick smiled at her lightly.
"Oh, believe me... I screamed my lungs off... but no response. "
"Okay. It was worth to try."
They fall in silence for several seconds.
"Do you remember how did you get here?" - he heard her silent question.
"I was alone at home..." - he muttered. "Alexis went on a school trip – she will be back in two days ... Thank God! My mother is in Minneapolis – she had a play. She`s gonna be back in a week..."
He tried to gather his thoughts.
"I was alone at home, and like every night I tried to work on my book... I do not even know if I fell asleep first or someone grabbed me and put to sleep. I just woke up here... And how was with you?"
She was silent for a moment.
"I just come home ... I grabbed something to eat ... I turned on the TV and ... and... there was darkness! Fuck!" - she tried to hide it, but Castle noticed that she shivered. "Damn it Rick! He was at my house!"
Castle looked helplessly at her seeing her nervousness. He really wanted to embrace her and say not to worry,... to ensure her that everything will be fine... but he couldn`t.
Furiously he jerked trying to tore the foil off – but he could not even move the fucking chair.
"We`re gonna get him ... I swear Kate. No matter who he is, or if it is one person or even a dozen – we are going to do what we always do. We`ll review each track ... any clue, and We`ll get the son of the bitch. "
Beckett looked into his eyes and on her lips appeared a shadow of a smile.
"Thanks ... Rick. Sorry for the meltdown... but it pissing me to that we are in such a hopeless situation."
He tried to shrug his shoulders but it was impossible.
"Cool... We`ll get by... Now we`re both awake so we need to figure things out and get the hell out of here."
"You`re right." - she agreed and looked around. "And by the way...?"
"What?"
"You did notice a plastic foil on the floor?"
She didn`t need to tell him what she was thinking, because he guessed the same thing just a few minutes earlier.
"I know ..." - he muttered angrily. "But to be honest, I really don`t want to think about it."
"Yeah... me to."
They fall in silence not wanting to continue the subject. Finally, after some time, Castle snorted frustrated.
"Is it just me or ..."
"Hush!" - Kate interrupted him suddenly. "Listen!"
Rick closed his mouth and the room fell into silence. A second later he heard what Beckett was saying about.
"We got company." - He whispered, and a police officer just nodded.
Upcoming steps could be heard very clearly. A person aiming in their direction had to go by some kind of long and empty corridor, because they both clearly heard a slight echo of steps reflecting off the walls. Not half a minute has passed when door behind them opened slowly and new person came into the room.
The man was tall.
Just about 180 centimeters tall and quite athletic. Under the clothing they clearly saw his muscles, but he wasn`t exaggeratedly packed. He moved with grace of a cat and something in the way he walked caused that Castle felt a drop of sweat on his forehead.
Stranger was wearing a black pants and a dark-green golf with long sleeves. His hands were concealed under the black rubber gloves. On his face he wore a gray plastic mask, which had holes only for his eyes. His mouth and the whole shape of his face was completely hidden behind it.
Although she was still mega upset Kate sighed slightly.
Mask on his face meant that, the hijacker did not want them to know his identity. That in itself gave them a faint hope that they can survive whatever is in store for them. A quick glance in the direction of Castle convinced her that he came to the same conclusion as she did.
Man walked around the sitting pair and took one of the chairs standing against the wall. He put it just about two meters from Kate and Rick. He turned a piece of furniture so that it`s back was facing forward and sat on it.
He cocked his head slightly and watched for a few seconds his captives. A pair of green eyes seemed to judge them in the way a jeweler looks at a diamond before the valuation of the stone.
Another two seconds passed.
"Who are you?" - Kate`s voice was calm and fully under control.
"You can call me ... Hugo" - the voice of the kidnapper was very low and deep, but Kate felt a shudder passed through her body." Yes ... I think Hugo is a good substitute name, so let`s stay with him. "
„All right... Hugo" - now Castle spoke. "Can you tell us why you kidnapped us?"
Man was silent for a moment pondering the answer.
"Because Mr Castle... I wanted to talk to you about something."
Kate blinked in surprise.
"Talk? Interesting way you choose-kidnapping" – she blinked. "Who are you Hugo?"
This time the pause in the conversation lasted a little longer.
"Well Detective Beckett... " - he finally said. "As your job officially describe it... I`m a serial killer."
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to be continued...