September 21st, 1997:
Another small child was kidnapped from their home. This is the fifth kidnapping in three months and each child's parent works for the N.Y.P.D. The parents consist of detectives and captains. And by the looks of it, these kidnappers are very familiar with kidnapping. We are guessing that they are trying to get back at the police for arresting them.
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Previously, Captain Roy Montgomery's daughter was taken from their home during the night. Her father hasn't released any further information on her whereabouts, but he did mention that they haven't even received a ransom call yet. And by the looks of his eyes, he seemed like he was losing hope in finding her.
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It has been two months since the kidnapping of Roy Montgomery's daughter. It was brought to our attention that they got her back in one piece. All except a few cuts, bruises and trauma, she seems to be okay.
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Kate rewound the disc to replay the news reports. She recorded these off the internet with help from her best friend. This was what she did all night when she wasn't at work, watch these and try not to lose hope. And as always, two hours went by faster than she thought. She turned off her television and walked to her bedroom.
This was the worst part of the end of any day. She told herself not to open the door. Not to lose herself in tears. She sharply inhaled and put her hand on the doorknob. It was a lot colder tonight than it was any night. She took note of this and hoped it meant something.
When she pushed the door open, her eyes were closed. She opened them just enough to see inside and quickly regretted it. How could she not step inside and sit in the rocking chair placed in the corner? She slowly dragged her feet and sat in the chair. The motion of the rocking helped her keep her mind off of crying, but when she picked up the purple monkey off the floor, she lost it.
All her emotions were pouring out through her tears. She couldn't breathe without actually having to remind herself to take small breaths every so often. As her entire body started to get cold, she curled up in the chair with one of the soft multi-colored blankets.
How could she go on like this?
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"Where's Beckett?" Rick asked as he entered the precinct to find his muse not at her desk.
"She called in sick," Ryan answered without looking up from his computer.
"She has never called in sick before," Rick sat down in his normal chair with a frown.
"She rarely does it, but when she does she usually has a good reason," Ryan replied as he walked over to his partner's desk and sat down, "Why the long face?"
"There's nothing to do during the day because Alexis is at school."
"And now your favorite person in the precinct isn't here so you're upset," Ryan nodded as he spoke.
"Basically," Rick responded as he stood up, "Maybe I'll pay her a visit with soup to see if she's okay," he smiled and started to walk away.
"I wouldn't do that, Castle," Ryan got off the desk and walked over to him.
"Why not?"
"There's a lot you don't know about Beckett that happened over the six months that you were gone. Things that you don't know about."
"You're acting like she committed murder or something," Rick let out a forced laugh then put on a straight face. "She didn't kill anyone, did she?"
"No," Ryan smiled. "but I just want you to stay away from this one, okay?"
"Okay," Rick squinted down at Ryan trying to figure out what he was getting at, but failed.
He shrugged it off and walked into the elevator. When the doors closed he smirked a little. He was known for not listening and this was one thing he wasn't going to listen to Ryan about. If Kate was sick then he wanted to show her how much he cared and arrive at her apartment with homemade soup. He also wanted to use this as another apology for leaving longer than just the summer.
AN: I set this one around the beginning of season three, but I'm going to be making almost everything up. xD
This is the start of a new family fic. I think I already like this one better. :D Feedback would be very much appreciated.