Summary:
A New York police officer is killed while responding to a call and Castle and Beckett are placed on the case after being requested by the mayor. As the investigation progresses, it appears to be an opened and closed case but soon details begin to emerge that lead to a darker picture. As they dig deeper into the case, Castle and Beckett soon find themselves in a desperate chase to apprehend the real killers before they strike again.
Note: Hey guys, hope you like this! Tried to make it as realistic as possible and I apologize in advance if I made in error in the street names or directions. Enjoy!
Also, 10-34 is code for robbery in progress.
Officer John Wilson turned right from East Houston Street onto 1st Ave as he headed towards the precinct, having completed his first shift without a training officer.
He had just gotten off of the mandatory probationary period, having to endure six long months with a senior officer directing his every move. His senior officer had been Officer Patrick Cleary, a nasty old man who got a kick out of torturing new recruits. He had constantly bullied and belittled him, making him second guess almost every decision that he had made.
But now that was all over and he'd never have to deal with the miserable officer again. His first day had gone well and he was looking forward to being done for the day, getting home to his beautiful wife and baby girl.
He'd taken this job to help support them, knowing that policing was an essential service and he had a pretty secure job. His wife had just been let go at the hospital and so he was their main source of income now.
Suddenly his radio crackled to life as he turned it up, listening carefully as dispatch made a broadcast.
"Attention all units, there's been a report of a 10-34 on the corner of Bond and Bowery. Woman called in, said her and her husband are being mugged and need assistance immediately. Suspect is said to be armed and dangerous. Extreme caution should be used."
Realizing he was just around the corner, John lifted up the mic to his mouth, pressing down on the button as he quickly replied, stating he was closest in the area and he'd investigate.
He knew he could have just kept on going to the precinct as he was off shift, just wanting to see his wife and daughter at the moment, but he knew this couple needed help immediately.
He turned left quickly onto East Third Street and headed down it, towards Bowery. He stopped at the light, quickly looking both ways as he turned left onto the street.
A few seconds later he had arrived at the intersection of Bond and Bowery, ignoring the one way street as he drove onto Bond, pulling the cruiser over to the side.
As he looked ahead, he saw a young woman standing a few feet away. She was dressed in a formal, knee length royal purple dress, paired with a nice pair of black heels.
Her straight light brown hair was tousled as her face was tear- stained and he quickly climbed out of the cruiser, slamming the door shut behind him.
"Ma'm, are you the one who called in about the mugging?" He called out as she walked over to him.
"Yes, please you have to help. . .you have to help my husband." She sobbed as he quickly moved to her side, gently placing a hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her.
"Where is he?" He asked in concern.
"Down that alley . . . we were walking home from the opera and. . . this man just jumped out at us. . .he. . .had a gun and Luke. . .Luke said to run, to call 911. . ."
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Three gunshots echoed loudly through the night air, John's hand immediately going to his gun on his holster, other hand to the mic attached to his shoulder as he pressed down the button.
"Shots fired, I repeat shots fired on the corner of Bond and Bowery street. Requesting backup." He said, urgency in his tone.
"LUKE!" The woman screamed hysterically as she turned to go towards the alley but John grabbed her arm, turning her to face him.
"Ma'm, you have to stay here." He demanded as she shook her head.
"My husband. . ." She began.
"It's too dangerous, alright? Get somewhere safe now." He said firmly as he withdrew his gun and the woman nodded.
He moved towards the brick building quickly, pressing his back up against the wall as he crouched down, moving forwards slowly with his gun held at his side.
Adrenaline was rushing through him, his heart racing as the blood pounded loudly in his ears.
This was his first shooting he'd been to, not knowing what would happen when he walked into that ally. He should wait for backup but by then it could be too late.
He approached the end of the building, pressing up against the wall once more as he peered around the corner quickly.
Lying on the ground a few feet away was a man in a tuxedo. He was lying deathly still as a second man, wearing a grey hoodie and jeans, was knelt down beside him.
A gun was in their right hand as John watched them pull a wallet off of the dead man before they leaned back out.
Letting out a deep breath, he quickly turned into the alley, bringing his gun up at the same time as he aimed it as the suspect in the hoodie.
"NYPD, drop your weapon!" He shouted as the suspect looked up at him from the ground, a look of surprise and anger on his face.
"I said drop it now!" John repeated, trying to remain calm and cool, while inside he was shaking with fear and nerves.
The suspect nodded his head, slowly placing the gun on the ground before standing up, raising his hands half way in the air.
"And the wallet. . ." John motioned at the ground with his gun as the suspect rolled his eyes and dropped it as well.
"Good. Now turn around slowly, get down on your knees and place your hands on your head. Do it now." John demanded as again, the suspect complied.
He grew a little suspicious at how easy this was going, but he wasn't going to complain as he took a step forwards towards the suspect.
He removed his left hand from the gun, keeping it aimed at the suspect, as he reached for his handcuffs, taking another step forward.
"Alright, now. . ."
BANG! BANG!
Gunshots rang through the air once more but this time, they had come from behind him as John grunted out loud, pain shooting through his chest as he looked down in confusion.
Blood was slowly seeping out of a bullet hole that lay directly in the center of his chest and he opened his mouth in shock, making a chocking noise.
"Should have stayed home officer. . ." A woman's sultry voice called out from behind him as he staggered to the side, forcing himself to turn around, eyes wide with shock and betrayal.
The woman in the purple dress was standing at the entrance to the alley, gun in her hands as she was smiling at him coolly.
"You. . ." He began but the pain was too much, forcing him to drop onto his knees heavily as his gun slid out of his hand, onto the ground.
This wasn't happening, this couldn't be happening . . . his brain was still trying to register the fact he'd been shot, let alone set up.
He heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind him as he watched two men walk over to the woman, the man in the tux and the one in the hoodie, as she embraced them both in a hug.
"Amazing, as usual." He heard one of the men say before he let out a loud gasp, falling onto his face as his hat toppled off his head. The right side of his face was pressed against the cold, hard ground as he stared ahead at the wall, mouth opening and closing in shock as he let out short, ragged breaths.
He could feel his body twitching spastically as he knew he was dying, darkness creeping at the edges of his vision.
He blinked slowly a few times before forcing himself to raise his head up, looking ahead.
They had left already, knowing more cops would be on their way but it would be too late for him.
He looked to his right to see his hat lying on the ground and he stretched out his right arm, grasping the hat in his hand.
He flipped it over, fingers grasping for the picture he'd tucked into it as he finally got it out, unfolding the picture.
He stared at his beautiful wife and daughter, a tear sliding down his face as he kissed it.
"Love . . .you. . ." He rasped before clenching the picture tightly in his hand, his head falling against the ground once more as he didn't have the energy to hold it up.
As he stared ahead at the brick wall in front of him, he inhaled one last time before letting out his final breath, the life leaving his body as he went still.
His lifeless, vacant gaze stared ahead at the wall as the pool of blood collecting under his body spread outwards slowly. . .