Richard Castle sat in the dark holding cell, his head still reeling from his encounter with Jerry Tyson, otherwise known as 3XK. He had told Beckett that it was Tyson that was framing him and that he really didn't kill anyone and of course she believed him, but that really didn't matter, did it? Not if they couldn't do anything about it.
Just at that moment, detective Kate Beckett walked through the door and for a second, Castle thought she was coming to free him, until he realised that she was being shadowed by two burly prison guards. The two guards stopped a few meters before the door to his cell, leaving only Beckett to walk in and get him out.
As she walked in, Beckett pulled a pair of handcuffs out of her back pocket and attached them to his wrists.
"This is so much less fun than the other night at your place," joked Castle. He was trying to put on a brave face, but Beckett saw right through his facade. "Do you remember the first time you handcuffed me? We were at the New York public library. Remember how angry you were that I wouldn't stop investigating that case?"
"Yeah, I remember," replied Beckett in a soft whisper, the sadness showing through her light brown eyes.
"What I wouldn't give to be there now."
Tears were starting to well up in Beckett's eyes, but she held them back, inhaling before she said in a sad whisper, "Castle, this isn't over. I promise you, I will get you out."
"It's OK," replied Castle in a tone that mimicked Beckett's. "Whatever happens, it's OK."
Beckett sighed and stared down at the ground, still holding back her tears. But there was no more time. Now all she could do was stand and watch the love of her life walk out of the 12th Precinct and possibly never come back. The two guards came in and took Castle out and towards the elevator in which she and Castle had shared so many small yet genuine moments. They reached the elevator and Castle turned around and gave her one last look, and just like that the doors closed and they were out of time. Castle was about to be sent to the tombs where one if Tyson's men would be waiting to kill him.
Beckett heard her name and turned around to see two uniformed officers walking towards her.
"What?" She said, beginning to feel impatient and annoyed.
'We're here to transport one of your's to Central," replied one of the officers, "a, uh, Richard Castle."
And just like that Beckett's face dropped.
