A Bad Day in DC
It a cold rainy day in DC and it about to get worse for Special Agent Kathryn Beckett
The wind was blowing at 20 knots. The trees were in motion leaves flew like small missiles at the people on the street. Then the rain started, first as small drops then as large serious drops. With the tempt in the mid forties they were cold on the skin.
Walking across the open area around the Washington Mall was dreary and depressing. Washington in November was not the best place to be, on the Mall at six thirty, it was just dumb. No one would be walking out here with a reason.
Special Agent Beckett had a reason, not a good one but she did have one. She was meeting a contact with some information about her present cast. So far the case was full of lose information on deals and money passages. The informant said he had the glue to bring it all together.
Approaching the agreed upon spot of the meeting she saw a man sitting on the bench under the large cherry tree. He looked nervous and kept looking into the area behind him.
"Hello Foley been waiting long?"
"Oh hi Agent Beckett just a few minutes."
"What have you got for me that you could not meet inside and warm out of the rain?"
"This here is the thing that will bring all the other things I gave you earlier together."
He handed her a large brown envelope.
She handed him a white envelope. He opened his to see the greenbacks inside. He rose from the bench and step back from her. His action caused an alarm bell in her mind. As if on reflex she started to drop down to the ground. As she moved she felt a burning pain in her shoulder. Falling to the ground she felt a second burning pain in her back, it took her breath away. She looked at the direction her informant was and he was running away, head down changing direction every few feet. With her uninjured arm she pulled out her cell. One speed dial push and a voice answered.
"Beckett 229354, I'm down, Washington Mall left side under the bench. Track my cell. Please hurry."
Two miles away the dispatcher triggered two lines.
"Officer down GPS signal at 223.56 X 45.4 . Two miles from this location. DCMP notified."
"ERT #1 under way, 14:22."
"Fire Rescue in route 14:24"
In the Mall Beckett crawled back to add cover to area she thought the shooter was. Just as she thought it was over a snap and ring of an other bullet spun off the bench. Just then her cell buzzed. The ID said un-known. She pressed the screen and a voice spoke to her.
"You are going to die Beckett those bullets' I put in you are poison and in a few hours you are going to be in pain and agony like my dad did."
The phone went dead. Kate pressed the speed dial again.
"Go a head Agent Beckett."
"Call from shooter states bullets are poison just wanted you to know so when you do the autopsy what to look for."
"Beckett EMS, and ERT are on scene and should be at your side now."
Dispatch received no answer so she switched to Tack two.
"ERT location?"
"At location Agent being treated by EMS now."
"Be advised Agent said the bullets are poisoned."
"10-4 Dispatch."
"Med Flight en route ETA 1."
"I see it now, we will be sending the agent to Location #24."
"Received and understand. I'll be notifying emergency contact now."
"10-4"
The helo landed and the packaged up Kate and lifted off to destination #24.
The sun has set in New York City after being in the high seventies all day. In his loft Castle had not been out at all today, he sat at his desk typing on his computer. Due to a trouble mind he had written two chapter of his latest book, only to delete both after re reading them. His house phone rang and he was about to disregard it when he saw the area code was DC.
"Richard Castle speaking."
He said it in a surely way thinking it was Beckett. He had spoken to her several times in the last two-year, since she took the DC job. The were just friends now who once were a lot more.
"MR. Castle this is the FBI DC dispatcher. Are you the POA Of a Agent K. Beckett?"
"Yes I am, why are you calling me?"
"Agent Beckett been injured and we need a verbal ok to treat her. Can you give that to me now?"
"Yes but where is she now?"
"She is in a secure treatment area Sir."
"I want to see her ASAP."
"Sir you will have to call this number ### ### 5554."
Castle said thank you and hung up. Waiting only a minute he dialed the number.
"### ### 5554, speak your message."
"This is Richard Castle I'm Agent Kate Beckett's POA. I want to come and see her now."
"Hang on Mr. Castle I'll transfer your call."
"Infirmary Captain Belknap speaking."
"Captain This is Mr. Richard Castle, I'm Kate Beckett's POA."
"Mr. Castle I can not tell you anything over the phone, sir."
"I realize that I want to see her ASAP."
"That would be impossible Mr. Castle, we are a secure location."
"I have a 'Black/ black 2 security clearance from the CIA so arrange to get me to her. I'll be at the DC private Aircraft area at Regan in two hours. I know and are friends in high and low places in the CIA, and the FBI. So two hours at Regan."
Castle slammed down the phone and scooped up his cell and selected a number.
"Bill I need a jet to DC ASAP. Can you do it?"
"Sure Rick you own half of the company get here as fast as traffic will allow I'll fly you down myself."
"Thanks Bill on my way."
Castle call the car service and packed a small bag. He then called his mother and daughter and then Jim Kate's father.
"Jim, Rick Castle, Kate been hurt in DC I'm on my way down do you want to come with me or go later?"
"Can you pick me up at my office?"
"On my way Jim ten minutes, Sorry to be so sharp and quick."
"No problem Rick see you soon."
In less than an hour the two men who loved Kathryn H. Beckett were on a jet to DC. Both were unaware of her injuries but knew they had to get to her fast.