"Help!" I screamed as loud as I could, adding more helps as time went on.

After about the fifteenth help I wore myself out, both physically and emotionally. I sat next to Castle in the corner furthest from the vents, trying to recollect myself for another round. After a few minutes of sitting I tried to stand up again, only to have a hand reach up and grab my forearm. I looked down to Castle, almost giving him one of my death looks, if I didn't see his face. His face was a mixture of pleading, asking, and demanding, all put to gather at different levels to make it nearly impossible to walk up to that door and continue banging. Almost.

"Let go of me Castle." I said in an equally demanding tone, pulling my arm as he said "Kate sit down. We have to keep our strength up. We don't know when the officers will get here-"

"Or if they ever will!" I screamed hostilly. I couldn't take it much more of the sitting, waiting. With the temperature already low and dropping, we didn't have more than a few hours before we slipped into unconsciousness. Or worse.

With that outburst I was able to release myself from his grasp and continue hitting the door. I think I may have even shot at it a few times, but I went back to hitting after a few rounds. Somewhere along the line I stopped hitting for escape and started hitting out of pure rage. Rage at Josh for leaving and making me mad enough to do anything to solve this case. Rage at Esposito and Ryan for not being able to find us. Rage at my mother for dyeing and making me feel like I had to become a cop, thus putting me into this situation. Rage at the world for having to be saved.

In a minute though, the banging stopped. All I felt now was the pain in hands and the wetness on my cheeks. I only heard a strange ringing noise and felt an equally strange warmth wrap around me like a blanket.

"Shhhh. It's going to be okay, they'll find us soon. We'll be okay." Castle kept on saying in a voice fit for a promise or prayer.

I felt my legs give way right about then. Luckily we were next to a wall and we just slid down to the frozen bottom. After a cold hour later I could barely hold on. My eyelids felt like sandpaper and my body felt like flickering light bulb. A hard outer shell, with the heat slowly dying out. "I can't feel anything." I slowly moaned out.

"You're going to be okay. You're going to get out of this. You're going to be alright." I was too tired to point out he was going to be alright as well, since he didn't seem to believe it. I always cared about me more than himself. That what I loved about him.

"I just want you to know how much I luh-"My hand then lost grip with his chest and I faded out into blackness. The last thing I remember it Castle pleading in a whisper: "Stay with me. Stay with me…."

I'll come back. Or you'll come to me. Whichever happens well be together