A/N:
So this is my first fanfiction. This idea came to me after reading a few of yalls fanfics, and I decided to try it for myself. I'm not sure if a story like this has been done. I tried searching to see if there was a similar one, but couldn't find one, so here mine is. You'll have to excuse formatting errors, as I am still trying to learn this system. Some things that I'm doing in word aren't translating properly into this, so I am still working out kinks. Also, I have part of chapter two written, but I am refraining from posting pending the reviews on this chapter. If there isn't much of a response, then this will be the first and only chapter. So if you like it, let me know. Any mistakes are due to my own errors or misreads. So if you see anything majorly wrong, don't hesitate to point it out. - Hailey.
As with all fanfictions, most of the characters I will be using aren't mine. Castle isn't mine.
Chapter one: The Chase and Capture of Richard Castle
As he turned the corner, hoping to throw his relentless chasers off his train, he reached inside his jacket, fingers fumbling to find his inside pocket. His feet pounded endlessly, with an erratic but quick pace, on the concrete jungle beneath him. He smiled slightly as his clumsy fingers finally found the object he was looking for. Never slowing down he pulled out his phone. Throwing a quick glance over his shoulder, he noticed that his pursers hadn't followed him down the alleyway. But he only just noticed that once he reached the end of the ally, he'd have nowhere else to go. He silently cursed himself for the stupid mistake. After all the foot chases he had helped in, he still managed to make the worse mistake: leaving yourself with no way out.
Near the end of the ally an oversized dumpster rested up against the wall. He quickly squatted down besides it. No one running past the alley would notice him. No, the only way they would see him here is if they came searching down the alley for him, and he was hoping the short cut he took earlier had given him enough time to lose them momentarily. He knew eventually they would find him, but he was hoping to make a one phone call before they reached him.
Pulling the phone into view, his shaking hands fumbled to unlock the phone. On most days, he was glad he had money to buy overly priced gadgets, including this phone, but today he couldn't help by think that the "slide to unlock" feature was moronic. Who ever thought a mostly buttonless phone was a good idea, clearly had never been involved in a footrace. He finally succeeded at the normally over simplified task, and he quickly scrolled through his contacts looking for the only person who could help him. Her words from a few months before echoed through his mind and he silently prayed that she mean what she had said, because he was going to need her help. He always needed her help.
One ring…Two…Three…
"Where'd he go?" a voiced called out from the end of the alley.
Four…
"Someone, quick, check down that alley!" replied another. Footsteps quickly came down the alleyway. His heartbeat quickened. He knew he had nowhere else to go. But as long as he got this one phone call out he would go willingly. He had no energy left to run, and nowhere else to go. He also knew that when she saw him again, if she saw him, she would kill him for giving up this easy. But he was out of ideas. An author's imagination does eventually run dry, and always at the worst possible times.
Five.. Six… He was almost ready to hang up, because he could see his pursuers shadow closing in on him.
Seven… He pulled the phone away from his ear, and went to hid the "End Call" button, when he finally heard the woman who was going to save his helpless ass. The one woman who meant everything to him.
"Beckett," she answered dryly. He knew she must have been busy, working on a case, otherwise she would have answered immediately, and wouldn't have been so cold. But her attitude didn't matter; he had to get her a message.
He took a deep, ragged breath but before he could answer, Castle felt blow to his right temple sending him crashing into the dumpster. His phone went flying across the ally, but his attacker didn't seem to notice the object. Castle was thankful for this.
Leaning over Castle, the man smiled. His breath smelled like coffee and stale donuts. His lips curled over his teeth, and Castle noticed a chipped front tooth. "Well that was quite an adventure, Mr. Castle. I would have thought given your amicable relations with the NYPD, you might have come in willingly. But I see I was wrong. But that's ok. Just gives us another charge to lay against you. And I am only more than too happy to put you away for a long time." The man laughed. Then reached out and grabbed Castle by the scruff of his neck and helped him to his feet. Next he pulled Castle's arms behind his back and placed them in cuffs.
After the chase, the cop had expected Richard Castle to struggle during this part. But the man put up no fight. He allowed his body to be pulled up and restrained. Castle allowed the cop to read him his Miranda rights without any protest. In fact the only thing Castle asked was which police force was arresting him. For the next five minutes, Castle was silent as he allowed another cop to search him.
But as they began to lead him towards the cop cars waiting to transport him to the station, Rick turned back towards the end of the ally and shouted, ""Remember what you promised me. Remember what you said after the Monroe case." The officer escorting him looked at him curiously, then shook his head and lead Castle down the alley. The red and blue lights casted a grim glow on both men's faces.
