Baby 2 (Now titled HELP ME)

CH1 : November 17, 1999

Jim and Johanna Beckett were escorted up to the Captain's office even though they both knew the way by heart.

"Mr. and Mrs. Becket, please have a seat. I don't need to know why you are here." He didn't either. He knew exactly why they were here. Today was their daughter's birthday. She would be turning 20.

"As I've told you over the phone we have no new leads on your daughter's disappearance," he was forced to tell them yet again.

"Surely you have something. People don't just up and disappear Captain," Jo pleaded one more time.

"I wish that wasn't the case Mrs. Beckett, I really do. However I have 8 new cases of girls that have gone missing in just the last two weeks. Granted most, if not all of these, are girls who have run away from home and will likely be found by vice working as prostitutes out on the streets if they ever are found." The Captain knew he had statistics to back it up.

"MY DAUGHTER ISN'T A HOOKER!" Jo took offense.

"No ma'am I'm sure she isn't, and I'm sure you've done your own research by now. Your daughter has now been officially been missing for 5 years and with no new leads for the last 4 of those years, it is officially a cold case. If we get something new we will re-open the case but I can't assign a detective to your daughter's case with nothing for him to go on. It's a waste of resources as you well know." He hated giving parents and families bad news, he really did. Plus these two were lawyers so they weren't your average unknowing parents.

"You don't think we'll ever find her do you?" Jo didn't want to give up, but even for her, 5 years was a long time.

"I'm not in the business of giving out false hope Mrs. Beckett. It's possible that a few years from now or even tomorrow that you will get closure. Even if by some miracle say we do find her, it has been 5 years. People change." He didn't want to say 'found shriveled up like a prune, strung out on some drug. Or washed ashore half eaten by sharks or other marine life, or hacked to pieces by a propeller.'

"Do you have any guesses Captain?" Jo wanted something to hang onto, literally anything.

"I'm sure you don't want to hear it but my first guess… There are people out there that want young, good looking women and they will pay thousands to get them," the Captain stated.

"Human trafficking." Jim finally spoke up.

"As sick as it sounds it is a possibility. Most of these people have an age range that they will accept. Too young, he doesn't want them. Too old or had them too long, he is no longer interested in keeping them," the Captain confirmed.

"And he'll let her go then?" Jo would grasp at anything.

"More likely he'd kill her and bury the body or dump her at sea. Most, if not all of these men are likely Middle Eastern or Asian, meaning they are way outside of my jurisdiction. The best I can hope for is that the FBI catches the local abductors and shares the records of what they find. Then I'll have something to work with." He hated it but it still happened. Some people were just plain sick.

Jim drove home while his wife did her best to hold herself together. "Held against her will, raped over and over again til she can't feel anything." It was more than Jo could take even this late in the game; she slumped over and cried. Jim parked the car where he could and held onto his wife and prayed.

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If anyone had noticed it, they would have seen a small tightly controlled whirlwind of clouds that when gone, left a well-dressed white male standing there holding an orange and white tabby cat.

"MEOW!" This is not the right spot.

"Yes, I'm well aware of that Alexis, thank you for pointing that out." Rick didn't know who to be angry at the most - the cat, himself, or the stupid computer that took his instructions just a little too literally. This was a safe spot, yes, but the instrument cluster of the rocket was UP THERE. He looked up.

"You want to stay here or come with?" he asked, looking down at Alexis who was in his hands.

It took Alexis a moment. "Meow?" With?

So he opened his jacket a bit, stuffed her inside, and started climbing. Fortunately the gantry was easy to climb since the rocket didn't have a payload or astronauts. But that meant there was no elevator. It was just a test rocket, but if it functioned correctly it could easily reach places like Japan, the Philippines, other countries, or islands that were vital to the United States and needed their protection. Hence this rocket had to fail, and that was where he came into play.

He reached the top arm that extended out to the rocket. It was there that he took Alexis out of his jacket, placed her on the arm, and started crawling out to the rocket. His primary concern was wondering if the arm was designed to hold his weight. He wasn't fat. In fact his fat ratio was actually rather low. Not that he was overly muscled either; he was what some people would call broad-chested and had big bones and big hands.

He finally reached the rocket, pointed one finger at the screws that held the access panel in place and watched them fall all the way to the ground. The work space was tight and only allowed the use of one hand, so it was point a finger at a wire and cut it. Point a finger and bind that wire to another wire or connector.

"Meow?" It's taking too long.

"I'm working as fast as I can. Perhaps you would care to lend a paw?" he asked, smiling since he knew what the answer would be.

"MEOW!" Not funny.

He just kept on working.

"MEOW!" There are people on the ground.

He hurriedly finished the last wire and sat up. He took Alexis in his arms and with the thumb of one hand, pressed it into the palm of his other hand. The result was the sudden burst of a mini whirlwind of clouds that when dispersed left nothing behind.

Rick and Alexis arrived outside of the main building that housed the control room that was used to oversee the firing of their new rocket. He set her down and walked around the building to a side door and found it locked. He simply pointed his finger and tried again, getting the door to open easily. It was a hallway that had a door at the end meant for an emergency exit. He walked down it towards what he hoped was the control room.

Rick reached for the handle.

"MEOW!" Behind you!

He spun in place and saw two guards just turning a corner. He lifted his hand and displayed two fingers like the old hippy peace sign only he pointed them at the guards and watched them both suddenly freeze in place. As he walked up to both of them they were both smiling with happy and contented smiles on their faces.

"Why don't you two just sit right down here and have a nice nap," he suggested as he uses a hand on each to push them down to the floor. "That's it, think happy thoughts. Don't even think about what Kim is going to do to you and your families after this."

Kim was too stupid to put 2+2 together and figure out that the rocket test had been sabotaged, however having two of his guards sleeping it off in the hallway was likely a death sentence. Would Kim be in a good mood and have them killed quick with a bullet to the head, or would he be in a bad mood and have them tortured next to their families for the next several weeks

Turned out the control room had a glass wall with a small viewing gallery encased in glass with a side door leading into each room. "These people have been watching too many movies. Can't they come up with something original?" He was not impressed and why did they need a viewing room anyway? Then it hit him, it gave the Supreme Leader a place to sit and watch everything.

Rick stepped easily into the viewing room and quickly worked out that the window looking out into the control room was actually a one-way mirror. He figured that it kept all of the employees in that room on their toes since they never knew if Kim was in that room at any given point in time.

It did, however, allow Rick to stand right up next to the glass and look in and search the room for the lead designer, a Mr. Medelev.

"Meow?" See him?

He didn't answer right away since he needed to be sure. "Nothing," he confirmed. Even coming here he knew there was a 38% chance that Medelev wouldn't be here to watch his own rocket launch. That only left one spot for him to search. He bent down, picked up Alexis and pressed his thumb into the palm of his other hand which created a mini whirlwind of clouds that left an empty space behind.

Now he was standing outside of a home in the woods untold miles away from the launch site. For this country it was a nice house, made of good materials and rather large. Problem was he didn't have a floor plan for it so this was going to take a little time. He put Alexis down and started walking towards the front door. Just as it opened, out came a guard who quickly spotted Rick and raised his AK-47 to fill him full of holes. He raised his hand and watched the guard freeze in place and start sporting a large smile.

As before, he walked up to him and helped him to sit on the front porch. "You take a nice nap, perfectly comfortable out here." He even let him keep his weapon.

Alexis arched her back and hissed viciously as the hairs on her back pointed straight up. She took off like a shot and started running. Rick noticed before she got out of sight that while running she had changed into her Bengal tiger form as he heard a dog bark. The dog only barked once, which was followed by the sound of it in severe pain, followed by a second or two of whimpering.

He simply waited and soon Alexis came bounding back around into view, back to looking like an orange and white tabby cat.

"Meow." All clear. She sat down next to him and started licking her paws. ALEXIS HATED DOGS!

He opened the front door and went inside with Alexis right behind him. It was a well-appointed front sitting room with no one occupying it at the moment. It did have 2 different exits out of this room that took one further into the house. "50-50," he whispered to himself and took the one on the left. It turned out to be a short hallway with a door on either side along with one at the end.

The doors on the sides turned out to be a spare bedroom and a guards' room that had a large radio system set up in it. The room was empty which told him something he didn't like. It meant all of the guards were out on patrol and could be anywhere.

Still he stepped inside and raised his hand. He spread his fingers wide and fanned his hand all over the equipment and watched as the power to all of it went out. "Let's see them fix that," he whispered to himself.

That only left the door that he was standing in front of. He tested the door and found it locked, so he pointed a finger at the lock and tried it again, getting it to open easily.

He stepped inside with Alexis right behind him. What they found was a room filled with mattresses lying on the floor with someone on all of them except for one.

"Meow?" What is this place? Alexis didn't like it.

He stepped over to the closest mattress and kneeled down to look at the woman on it. She was Asian, young, and lovely looking. It also looked like she was awake. He used his fingers to force her eye open wider. "Drugged," he murmured.

"Meow." Door.

He cursed internally, he had let what he found affect him and hadn't covered his six. He raised a hand, pointed at the door, and watched it close abruptly.

He was looking at another of the 5 women that were in there, found her equally clothed, which was barely and left little to the imagination. "Drugged," he commented to himself as he removed his hand from her eye.

"Meow?" Look at this one?

He stood and walked over to the one Alexis was now sitting next to. This one was different than the others. She was also scantily clad that showed she had long legs, small breasts, and really long brown hair. "She's Caucasian." Kneeling down, he saw that like the others she was awake as he pulled her eye open. "Drugged." He also noticed that she was the only one hooked up to an IV. Looking at the bag told him nothing.

Alexis arched her back and hissed just as the door opened revealing two guards dragging a naked Asian girl between them into the room and started towards the empty mattress. They didn't make it that far. They spotted Rick, dropped the girl, and swung their AK-47s around to take him prisoner. He simply lifted his arm, pointed at them with two fingers, watched them freeze in place, and start smiling. He stood up and walked over to them.

"Sit down right there and take a nice nap. I'm sure he'll share his women with you. That's it, sit right there and go to sleep." Rick stepped over and picked up the girl and placed her on the empty mattress.

The issue was now he had a new problem. He was here to get the lead rocket scientist. The rocket would fail yes, but they would just build another one. If their lead scientist suddenly didn't even know how to tie his own shoes, it would slow them down even more.

But what was he going to do with all of these women?

"Meow." We can't leave them here. Alexis's meow sounded sick.

He took a cursory look at the girl they just brought in. "Raped and recently." He tried to be clinical about it, but it was difficult. It meant all of the others had been probably been raped repeatedly since they had gotten there.

He leaned down and pulled her eye open wide. "Drugged." And she was awake. He even saw a single tear escape as her eyes were looking straight up.

He made up his mind, but he needed help to accomplish this. He stepped over to the Caucasian women, disconnected the IV, placed the bag on her stomach, and lifted her up off the mattress. "I'll be right back, try not to go anywhere." He pressed his thumb into his palm and he and the woman disappeared in a mini whirlwind of clouds.

He arrived at home and began walking towards a mostly blank wall that only had a picture hanging on it. "B5 activate," he called out as he walked. The plain wall quickly turned into a wall of blinking lights as a control panel tilted out that had a simple keyboard along with a number of silver-looking thin dials. "B5 Active," a soft female voice responded.

"Activate medical bed," he ordered. As he reached the wall a table pivoted out and was cantilevered out from the wall, allowing him to place the woman on the bed. "Analysis bay," he asked and placed the bag into it. "Begin medical analysis of patient and the bag," he commanded and then asked for something else.

"I have six Asian women that appear to be drugged and raped repeatedly. I need six different medical establishments that can handle them and program that into my teleport crystal," he commanded.

"Scanning… Six locations established. Transfer complete. One is in Seoul, South Korea, three are in Japan, one is in the Philippines, and one is in China," the soft female voice responded.

Satisfied that he had done what he could for the other six, he pressed the gem buried in the palm of his hand and was back in the room with the women and Alexis. "Stay here Alexis," he told her. He picked up each woman and took them one by one to the hospitals that B5 had found for him.

He wasn't surprised that each hospital was already waiting for him, knowing that the hospital already had money in an account for each of the women for the hospital to charge their work onto, thanks to B5 who was sometimes a mind reader, or so it seemed.

Rick was soon back in a now empty room that only had Alexis in it. "Let's go find our guy, I'm suddenly not in a good mood," he informed Alexis as they walked to the door.

"MEOW!" He needs to suffer. Alexis was angry too.

He found a guard at a door that was now sitting on the floor with his AK-47, taking a nap. On the other side of the door was an opulent room with a large four poster bed. It was very masculine looking and the bed was still a mess. He could hear the shower running, went to that open door, and could see a male in the shower. He turned to Alexis. "Take this place apart." Rick stepped into the bathroom, yanked the shower door open and pointed his finger at him. He watched him freeze in place as a large smile formed on his face.

The man's body was on the floor of the bathroom as Rick placed his hand on his head. He listened to the man scream as his mind was ripped to pieces. Physically the man was fine, mentally he was going to be a vegetable after this. Rick could hear Alexis roaring along with the sounds of the bed, dresser, and everything else in the bedroom being broken as she took out her rage on the room, while he listened to their target scream in pain.

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I agree with several of the other writers, writing for Castle fan fic is difficult under the present circumstances considering the start of season 8. I'm recording them from show #4 on and perhaps one day I'll watch them. For now I'm done watching Castle and keeping the last show of season 7 as the final show and the end of the show.