Takes place near the end of season 3. The shooting didn't happen. I really hope everyone enjoys the first chapter of this story.

Disclaimer: I do not Own Castle

Kate Beckett knew she had forgotten something. All night she had felt that something was off while sitting alone in her apartment. She had considered calling someone, but no—she didn't want to sound paranoid. What a mistake that had been.

It was so dark in this tiny room that she couldn't even see the hands she was holding directly in front of her face. She had acquired large gashes all over them from the attack. She was hoping that if she held her hands close enough, she would be able to see the extensiveness of her injuries. Clearly, the harsh darkness of the room that held her captive refused to allow that.

She decided to case the area instead. That menial task alone proved more difficult then she had expected. She could tell the room was tiny because when she stretched out her arms she could feel the walls on either side. She found it odd that her captors had decided to bind her legs and back to the chair, but not her hands. Surely they couldn't underestimate her that much as to leave her hands unbound.

The binds that held her to the chair refused to allow her to bend over and feel her leg binds, so she settled for undoing the straps around her back first. All of a sudden, Kate completely understood why her captors had given her the luxury of keeping her hands free. Metal shackles that refused to budge no matter how hard she pulled bound her.

She started to panic now. Millions of questions flew through her mind at such a fast rate that she had no hope in the world of answering them. She clearly had been kidnapped, but why? What did her captors want from her? How dangerous were they? She wished more then anything to be back in her apartment, snuggled into her bed with a good book.

Kate took a deep breath and tried her best to think of a plan of escape but before she could finish that thought, lights sprang to life all around her. She squinted her eyes at the sudden brightness, trying her best to familiarize herself with the area before anything happened. She realized quickly that she was not in a room at all, but at the end of a very narrow hallway. She tried to move her seat backwards, but not only was it attached to the ground, but there was nothing behind her but a solid concrete wall. She was at the end of a dead end.

She was about to yell out for help when a door at the other end of the hallway opened and two men wearing masks and holding a tiny laptop walked in.

Castle arrived at the precinct promptly at 9:30am like he did every day. With two coffees in hand, he strolled into the area where his partner and friends worked. He ran into Esposito first. "Hey, man. I've been wondering… why do you never get Ryan and I coffee's?" He asked, not even turning to acknowledge Ryan who had just walked up to the two men. "Ya, Castle! Are we not pretty enough for you?" Ryan chimed in; all the while both guys were making their best "pout" faces.

Castle just looked at them with an amused expression. "Very funny, guys. Where's Beckett?" He asked, eyes raking the precinct for any sign of his favorite detective. It was odd for her not to be here on time and he knew for a fact she wasn't on call today.

"She hasn't come in yet. I'm sure she just overslept or something." Esposito said nonchalantly. Even though he tried his best to hide it, Castle could tell he too was wondering what was up. Beckett was definitely not one to skip work without telling anyone. Even if she was on her deathbed, all three men knew that she would at least call in to say she wouldn't be there.

Castle was about to press the issue further when Captain Montgomery stepped out of his office. "Ryan, Esposito, Castle… get in here now." He said with a stern, commanding voice. They all cast shocked glances at each other before hurrying toward the captain's office. Castle had a sick feeling in his stomach… something was definitely wrong.

As soon as the writer stepped into the office, he was met with the image of a very stressed out Montgomery. The captain was sitting at his desk with his laptop open and head resting between his two hands. Esposito shut the door behind him to alert Montgomery of their presence there.

"I know how hard this is going to be to digest so I'm going to come right out and say it." The captain paused, and Castle's heart plummeted into his stomach. He knew whatever he was about to find out was not going to be good. He nodded at Montgomery to continue.

"Beckett has been kidnapped. Her captors got a hold of me through an untraceable email account and have asked me to go on a specific video conferencing website for instructions on how we can get her back." Castle's heart was beating a mile per minute. He used every ounce of strength he had to continue listening to what the captain was saying. "They requested myself, and the three of you to be within my laptop camera's view at all times during the video conference. I have no idea why, but I am not about to play games with Beckett's life."

Castle, along with Espo and Ryan were shocked into silence. How could Beckett have been kidnapped? She was the strongest woman that any of them knew. None of them could believe that this was actually happening. They couldn't bring themselves to move until the captain spoke up again.

"A receipt was sent back to them as soon as I opened the email, so we have 15 minutes to send them a call. I'd suggest you all get back here so we can find out what they want." The three men robotically moved to meet Montgomery behind his desk. "I'm going to hit call now, but remember your basic training. No matter what happens, no matter what they say, do not give them the upper hand by giving anything away." With that, Montgomery pressed the "call" button and Castle struggled to keep his anxious breathing down.

"What do you want from me?" Kate tried her best to keep her voice from shaking. She didn't want them to know that she was scared. She refused to give them the satisfaction of knowing how she was really feeling. She knew she was a master at hiding her emotions, and knew the exact indifferent look she was giving her captors.

"Katherine Elizabeth Beckett. Daughter of Jim and Johanna Beckett. Born on November 17. Homicide Detective for the NYPD, 12th Precinct." Kate looked back and forth between the two men, attempting to keep her face unimpressed. Once again, she used all her strength to keep her voice steady.

"So you googled me, do you want a gold star? I tell me something I don't know and please, start with why I'm here." The second man laughed then. "Wow, you are quite sassy, young lady. We're going to have to do something about that mouth of yours but lucky for you, we'll have to hold off on that." The man spoke with a British accent, "for now, you can call me English and my friend here New York. But, when you introduce us later, or whenever we give you a command, you are to refer to us as Master and Lord. If you refuse to obey, there will be some nasty consequences. Do we understand each other?"

Kate wanted to spit in their face. "Yes." She responded as venomously as she could. The man tsked at her. "Ah, ah, ah. What did I say?" She gave him a look of pure hatred. "Yes, master." He walked over and stroked her cheek. As a reflex reaction she slapped his hand away. That earned her a slap across the face. Her eyes watered at the force of the impact, but she refused to allow any tears to fall.

"Well Kate, you've now given me no choice but to tie your pretty little hands behind your back." He said, unattaching a rope he had hanging from his belt. Slowly, he grabbed her hands and bound them together behind her back. She decided against fighting. She knew she would need all her strength for whatever they had planned for her.

"They're calling." New York said just as English finished with her hands. Kate couldn't hold back a shiver from the man stroking her arm with his finger. "Excellent! Go ahead and answer it." Kate was worried about what this call was about. Maybe they were hired by someone to kidnap her and they were now making contact? What did they have planned for her?

British and New York both stood in front of her, staring intently at the laptop. "Don't speak." British (who seemed to be the more dominant of the two) said to whoever was on the other line of this call. "I'd introduce myself, but I think I'll just have your lovely friend do the honors for me." He said, turning to Kate now. "Kate, dear, would you please introduce my friend and I to our viewers, and please be possessive about it."

It took Kate a moment to understand what the man meant by "possessive" but after a moment of brief thought, she understood. Refusing to look up at the laptop that was now pointed to her, Kate spoke. "This is my master and my lord." She said in a strong, clear voice. She hated the way it sounded, she hated her captors more then anything for making her say it.

"Kate, will you please look up at the camera and smile at your friends. Its awfully rude to not look at someone when you are speaking to them." Kate took a deep breath before she looked up and faced the callers. She gasped in surprise at what the laptop showed. There, in front of her, was Captain Montgomery, Ryan, Esposito, and worst of all… Castle. She sighed in relief when she recognized Montgomery's office; she had been worried for a moment that they were captured too.

"Now, here's what I want. The majority of you are testifying on the Harry Neil case, correct? Nod if I am. I don't want any speaking from the four of you." Kate watched as her colleagues nodded their heads. "Well, I want you to sway the jury and make him go free. I don't care what you do or how you do it. As long as Harry Neil is an acquitted man 3 days from now. Understand me?" Again, the four men nodded.

If her colleagues weren't going to speak up, then she sure as hell would. "Are you crazy? Do you really think anyone in the courtroom is going to believe them if they just throw the trial? You really are more stupid then you look." It was a figure of speech; the two men were wearing masks. But Kate had meant to hit a nerve, and judging by their stoic body positions, she knew she had.

New York spoke then, in an eerily calm voice. "Well, I guess Kate has given us the perfect lead in to our next topic. Incentive." Kate was forced to suppress another shiver. This part had been inevitable, but that didn't make it any less terrifying. She could deal with being tortured alone, but with her partners sitting on the other end watching it… she didn't think she could deal with that part.

She couldn't help but think about Castle. The man who had been through hell and back with her. The man who stood in front of a bomb with her, and held her while they froze to death in a cellar. She knew if the roles were reversed it would be a worse kind of torture to have to sit through watching the man she—cared about be hurt. Looking at his face through the laptop screen now, she could tell the same thoughts were running through his mind. She tried to make some form of eye contact with him through the camera. She wanted so badly to tell him not to look, to turn away but she knew if she said that her captors would only make it a rule that he had to watch.

New York, who had left the hallway for a few seconds, came back with a table and something else he was holding behind his back. Smiling evilly, he placed the laptop on the table, and the two men slowly approached her.

New York finally decided it was time to reveal what he was holding behind his back. His hand shot out quickly as if he wanted to create a dramatic entrance for his weapon of choice, and she saw that he was holding not one, but two whips.

"I don't enjoy inflicting pain on others too much." The man said, handing one of his whips to English, all the while making a slow and steady approach toward her. "But this part," he said when he finally reached her, "I don't mind too much." He tucked the whip handle underneath his arm and kneeled down in front of her. She watched in horror as he began to undo the buttons of her blouse.

With surprisingly little difficulty, considering the shackles that bound her to the chair, New York used scissors to assist in removing her shirt. Kate felt exposed and embarrassed now that she was sitting in just a bra and jeans in front of every single man she worked closely with. She took one last glance at the laptop before closing her eyes. She didn't want to see their faces while she was being tortured and she certainly didn't want her captors to see the pain in her eyes. As she ripped her gaze away from Castle's face, she could have sworn she saw tears rolling down his cheeks.

The next thing Kate heard was a sudden whoosh of air and a pain that—had her eyes been open she would have described it as blinding. She couldn't help but let out a scream as the excruciating pain burned across her stomach. With hardly any pause in between, she took a blow to the shoulder, then another on her shoulder. The pain was horrible. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop herself from screaming out in pain, and the tears she had tried so hard to keep from falling streamed from her eyes now.

After 3 more slashes of the worst pain she had ever experienced, Kate finally drifted into unconsciousness. The last thing she heard was Castle's screams through the laptop speakers.

Ok, so I am not so sure about how long this is going to be yet, but I figured that there aren't nearly enough stories like this where Castle and Beckett are concerned. This is style of story is very new to me, so reviews and feedback would be absolutely amazing. Thank you!