A.N. This is my entry to this years Nanowrimo. I do not own Castle but I do claim copyright rights to my story.
"How the hell did you manage to get us into this one Castle?" Beckett asked from her chair. I turned my head to try and talk to her face but my head just can't turn that far.
"I don't know. It just kind of happened." I replied from my chair, my back against hers, my hands tied to hers and our legs tied to our chairs.
"Well writer boy, how do you plan to get us out of this mess?" I opened my mouth to reply but closed it as I realised I had nothing.
"I have no idea." I frowned. "But I'm sure we'll come up with something." I added quickly.
"Right." She replied skeptically and I could tell she was rolling her eyes.
To make sense of this mess, you have to go back to this morning.
We arrived at a large abandoned warehouse, just off the docks, for a bust on a small scale human trafficking franchise that was on its way to the top. Beckett and I pulled up not far from the location and she switched off the engine. We sat in silence, searching for movement within the building or outside.
"Where are Ryan and Esposito?" I asked curiously.
"They're gathering some intell on where the people are being trafficked from. They will call when they have all the info." She told me emotionlessly, not taking her eyes off the warehouse.
"Oh." Was, sadly, all I could come up with. "So…"
"Shhh!" She ordered me, placing a finger to her lips, which was usually only an instruction used on children by teachers and parents.
"Yeah yeah, I know." I grumbled to myself. Suddenly, there was a commotion in the warehouse and Beckett sat up dead straight in her chair.
"Is that them?" I whispered cautiously. She nodded in confirmation.
"Yeah, that's them." I studied them and was surprised that they looked just like ordinary people. Nothing specifically particular about them that yelled, 'look at me! I'm a human trafficker.' They probably had normal homes with wives, kids and homes. They were probably only dragged into this because they needed the money for free slave labor or for some other revolting reason that can only be known to those sick people. Beckett drew her gun from its holster nestled nicely at her hip and brought it up, pointing it at the ceiling of the car as she clicked the bullet into place and loading it into the barrel. She turned to me and said sternly;
"Stay in the car Castle."
"But…" I protested.
"Ah! Stay." She reinforced. "There's no telling of how dangerous these people are. You could get shot."
"Understood." I sighed, hanging my head in disappointment. Beckett rolled her eyes in sheer irritation at my childish ways and got out of the car, her gun pointed to the ground as she half walked half weakly jogged in her high heels towards the perps. Me being me, I couldn't sit in the car while there was a potential gun fight about to go down. So, grabbing my 'Writer' bullet proof vest from the back seat, I got out of the car and, strapping it around my chest, I jogged after her cautiously. I hid behind a wall that was not too far away but just far enough away from the warehouse that it was balancing on a dangerous distance of being seen and blowing the element of surprise on the traffickers and scaring them off so we'd never find them again. Normally, we would find someone to go in an undercover situation for this kind of a bust, but these people are so close nit that it's hard to weasel your way into their world. So, therefore, you tend to go for the silent and extremely boring surveillance till you eventually come up with something that could be a lead. So that was what we did until it somehow lead us to this rundown warehouse. I was suddenly aware of Beckett and just how close she was to the targets. I felt myself tense up in this edgy situation. This was the point in a bust where it could go either way and that was when it was determined whether you were going to be successful or you were going to be shot, taken or killed on the spot. I could only watch nervously from my safe spot as she edged closer and closer behind them, waiting for a safe opening to announce her title and jump out of her hiding place and, hopefully if it all went smoothly, arresting the suspects and taking them into custody for questioning.
Just as Beckett was about to come out, gun at the ready, I felt a solid metal object press hard into my back. The next thing I felt was a creepy breath on my ear as someone behind me whispered;
"First rule of watching someone, don't lean out too far to look." The man shoved the gun barrel harder into my back as he pushed me out into the open, where I was confronted with the horrible sight of Kate being taken at the same time by another man who had a gun pressed into her back. We were dragged into the warehouse and shoved hard into chairs in the middle of a room. Our feet were bound to the chair legs and our hands were tied together to each others.
And that's how we got here. All because of my stupidity and inability to stay in the car when I'm told to.
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