Howdy there, first fic, inspiration struck me! Sorry in advance for the mistakes, English is not my strong point!

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Kate's head was foggy, she opened her eyes, but all she could see was black, she then realised she had a hood over her head, taped suffocatingly tight around her neck, slightly restricting her breathing. She could feel the anxiety level rising quickly. Furiously trying to recall what had happened. Slowly coming to her senses, she tried to take in what she could about her surroundings. She was sitting down on the ground, but her hands were bound above her head, not budging as the heavy duty zip ties were digging into her skin. Hopefully she had been gone long enough for someone to realise. Castle would find her. Her heart drops at the thought of him. The last thing she remembered was walking down to car park with him. Her thoughts are interrupted by the door slamming shut.

"Ah, Ms. Beckett, oh, my apologises, De-tective Beckett now." Slowly drawing the word off his tongue, as if he was amused at the word, "Guess who?" The deep soothing southern voice was undeniable.

"Crayley." she stated. "You're dead, I put three rounds in your chest. You're dead" she repeated as if it were more of a question.

"That's where you're wrong Katherine, you know me, I have a lot of powerful friends. You still left me for dead, plus you ain't even sorry for it." He whispered surprisingly calm.

"That's goddamn right" she replied with more confidence then she had. Anyway, all she had to do was stall. 'Where's Castle?' The words escaped her trembling lips before she could stop herself. Not knowing whether she wanted to know the answer.

"You're mine girl" he snarled at her, she felt the cool hard edge of a knife press against her throat, stinging slightly at the touch. "I'm done playing nice." The knife was now letting a stray drop of blood down her neck. "I loved you, but I was never good enough was I?"

"You couldn't let go!" She spat back outraged, regretting it immediately, remembering what he was capable of. He coils the blade back, tearing off the hood painfully in one swift motion. Blinking a few times she tried to adjust to the light, there he was, James Crayler in the flesh, very much so alive.

"My dear Katherine, there a few thing you should become aware of. Firstly, you ain't getting outta here alive." He smirked, pacing up and down in the small space in front of her. She suddenly became very consciously aware that she was only in a shirt and panties. He continued, "Secondly, the only time I'm gonna let you have the sweet embrace of death, is if you beg of me." She silently stifled a laugh at the end, she had no intention of dying here. He sensed it, "Katherine, please." Almost as he was disappointed in her, "By the end, you'll want to be dead." With that, he swung his leg into her side, the tip of his steel tipped boots coming in contact with her ribs, knocking the wind out of her, forcing her to gasp, she wasn't going to give up.

Castle woke up on the floor on the precinct car park, with the bad taste of blood in his mouth, which is never a good sign. He slowly sat up while trying to comprehend the situation at hand. Why on earth would he be on the ground?

"Oh my god" he whispered to himself, "Kate." She was with him before, no, this could not be happening, not again. He gets up, ignoring the disorienting feeling and the throbbing in his head, he ran straight back into the precinct. He wasn't losing her this time.

She was finding it slightly harder to breathe, it was only probably just bruised ribs. Not too bad. However each gasp she took sent stabs of pain down her side which told her otherwise. Crayley had left to take a phone call, so if Castle, Espo and Ryan figured out who had taken her they could just track his cell. But they would never find the connection. She had never told the boys about James, for good reasons too. She needed to stop thinking about the what ifs, rather what she could do now. There was no way she could squeeze her hands out of the zip ties, each movement making her wrists even more painful and raw.

"You're not gonna be able to get outta here honey, they ain't gonna break," he stated as he walked through the door towards her.

"I will hunt you down, you know that right? And this time you'll stay dead," she was proud about how her voice didn't waver, seeming much more confident then she actually was.

"My dear Katherine, don't make me gag you, this ain't gonna be as fun if I can't watch you scream… For me, of course," he added.

He was now crouching in front of her, less than 10 centimetres away from her face, his mouth turning into a twisted grin. She couldn't stand the way his eyes pierced into hers, hard and cold, not like they were a long time ago.

"You really haven't changed," he whispered into her ear, he brought his hand up to her face, gently cupping her cheek, still staring into her eyes, he was vulnerable at this moment, she needed to take the opportunity. But suddenly his lips were on hers, viciously attacking her, his cold hard mouth pressing against her own. His hands moving from her face to the hem of her shirt, slowly creeping up her stomach. She gasped in shock, trying to comprehend what was happening, but something clicked in her head and she begun to play along, moving her mouth against his, fighting for control. A small moan escaped from the back of his throat, she knew he was letting his guard down.

"Oh yeah, that's good, that's right, you want me," he whispered when he broke the kiss, gasping for breath. Now was her chance, this time she leant in first, gently nibbling on his lower lip, at that moment she knew she had him. She bit down as hard as could.

"Arghhhhhh!" He yelped in anguish, stumbling back as if shocked with an electric current."You bitch!" He screamed in her face, trying to staunch the flow of blood from his mouth. She could taste the metallic liquid on her tongue and spat towards him. Enraged, he brought the back of his hand down hard onto her face with a loud crack. She felt the tears well up unwillingly in her eyes, but she wouldn't let them escape.

"That was gonna be the alternative, we could've been happy you know." He said softly, still cradling his lip. "You chose wrong Katherine." His other hand reached into his back pocket, pulling out a box of cigarettes, "now, this is gonna be fun" reverting back to his twisted grin. Kate knew what was in store, there was no way out, she was going to die here, but not without a fight and she certainly wasn't going to beg. Castle was her only hope, she felt the tears well up again so she pushed him to the back of her mind, knowing he was the only person right now who could make her cry.

"Go to hell," was all she said, barely louder than a whisper. All he did was laugh.

TBC?

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There will be more Castle scenes if I continue, but that's up to you I guess.

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