Never Going to Fall

A Castle Story By

HCBalwayshappy

Beckett sat cross legged on her chair, staring into space. They had got a location on him, witnesses reported a strange man with his head down, quickly shuffling into a hotel one afternoon. The nearest one to the precinct. Not wanting to tip him off they called the clerk in without going there. She described a man, who looked exactly like John Kristan. Simple, they were going to go in, guns raised, arrest him, and put him in jail for life. That way they could get the case closed, and things would go back to normal.

The captain decided to hold off until morning, as for a better chance of him being there. It seemed right, but Beckett couldn't help, but feel it was too easy. Maybe it was the fact that she hadn't slept for days, and she was extremely paranoid at the moment.

"Beckett?" Esposito said walking over to her. She looked up and smiled, but winced as pain flared through her bruised cheek. "We're going to take you home, okay?"

"No, Esposito, I'm fine. I think I'm just going to stay here," Beckett tried. Nice try, Kate. Esposito thought.

"You haven't slept for days, you can't keep doing this to yourself. Plus, it's captain's orders. Come on," Esposito said picking up her jacket and holding it out for her. Sighing she stood up and put her arms in her jacket sleeves, grabbed her purse and her phone and faced Esposito.

"Alright, let's go." That's when Castle stepped through the elevator, Beckett took step back, so she was behind Javier. Esposito clenched his fists and Ryan looked up from his computer, both of them glaring.

"I just came to see how the case was going, any leads?" He asked in a sarcastic tone, he was still mad at them.

"Yeah, not one we're going to share with you." Ryan came up from behind and grabbed Beckett's arm whispering something in her ear. She nodded and headed towards their car.

"Oh, I get it! You're not even going to talk to me now! It should be me who isn't talking to you. You selfish-,"

"We are warning you Castle, go home, before we hurt you."

"Why are you sticking up for her? She doesn't care about you."

"Shut up," Esposito glared.

"What?"

"You heard me, Castle we've all been workin' our butts off on this case. Beckett hasn't slept, and has barely eaten. Ryan and I have been checking files and interviewing people all day long," Esposito started.

"That's your job."

"Not all of it, Beckett has done more this week than a full homicide team could do in two," Ryan added.

"Good for her," Castle snarled.

"You don't understand. If she didn't care she wouldn't be working so hard. You can't walk in here and tell us how to do our job. You can't tell her that she's not good enough to be here, or that it is all her fault. You can't expect us just to sit there and watch you hurt her. You've already hurt her enough Castle. There isn't going to be a fourth chance for you. You have crossed the line, and one more step forward and we will make sure your body is never found. You hurt her Castle, and that's not okay. She's our family, our little sister, and you don't mess with the older brothers," Javier shouted.

"Then why haven't you-," Castle tried to fight back, but stopped when he saw Esposito's fist rise.

"We're warning you Castle," Ryan added and the two of them left the precinct. Leaving Castle alone, to register what he has done.

The drive home was silent, Esposito looked to his side at Kate who was staring out the rain spotted window. Ryan was in the back thinking things over. They were all ready for this case to end, and to see her smiling again, and to hear them laugh at their own jokes. Esposito pulled into the parking lot of Beckett's apartment building. Kate put her hand on the handle, but then turned to look at them.

"Thanks guys," She smiled, trying not to flinch, "Let's get him tomorrow." They both agreed.

"Pick you up at 6:30." She nodded and walked out into the rain.

Beckett sighed as she crawled into bed, she was so tired. Just grabbing the first things she could find she changed out of her wet clothes putting on a big dark blue T-Shirt, and comfortable skinny jeans, which she mistook for sweats. So tired, she left her gun on her dresser, on the other side of the room. Almost in that deep dream state, she heard something move in her apartment. Being a cop the tiniest sounds always woke her up.

Shooting out of bed, she slowly stood up and walked towards her dresser, which held her gun. She didn't have time to reach it when her bedroom door flew open revealing a human figure. Gasping, she ran for her gun, but he stepped in front of her path.

"I don't think so," He snarled. He tried to grab Beckett by the arm, but she punched him in the face. Hearing his nose crack, she ran into the other room, aiming for the front door. Grabbing her from behind he pulled her to the ground, Crying out she kicked his stomach and jumped up. This time she grasped her phone that was on the counter and dialed Esposito's speed dial, before she could press send he grabbed it out of her hands and threw it to the ground. It skidded across the floor, before coming to a halt under the chair. Grabbing her hair, he once again tried to get her on the ground, so he could knock her out.

"Hold still," He rasped. But she wasn't done fighting yet, not by a long shot.

It was exactly 6:30 when Esposito and Ryan pulled up. They stepped out of the car and walked up to her apartment door.

"Beckett, it's us," Javier said, then knocked on the door. It slowly crept open. "Beckett?" They slid open the door the rest of the way revealing the trashed apartment and the blood on the ground.

"Oh my gosh," Ryan said out loud.

"Kevin, call the captain," Esposito ordered.

"Beckett? Kate?" He slowly called for her, just to make sure. Reaching her bedroom door, he entered. She wasn't in there. Turning around he scanned the room, it was then that he saw it. A note on the counter.

She is definitely a fighter. You wouldn't really think she would be underneath the pretty surface. In fact she doesn't even look like a cop. I'm going to enjoy having her as my prisoner. Anyway, I fooled all of you. You though I was going after the writer's family. Well think again, my real target is her. It's always been her. Hope you like to hear her scream. Better find Katherine soon detectives, her time is running short.

Now she'll be forever mine, thanks, J. Kristan.

He smiled as he drug her into his house, and down to her basement. What is it with killers and basements, the dark, cold, and creepiness of it, makes it a perfect prison. Tying her to a chair, he place her in the middle of the room. With his camera, waiting for her to wake up. He wanted those detectives to watch her die, hear her scream. Pretty much torture her, torture them. Kill two with one stone, the best motto ever.

Hey Guys! So here is the next chapter. I hope it wasn't too boring, and sorry for the lack of details. I know this has probably been done before, and you're most likely sick of it. But thanks for reading! I'll post the next chapter soon. Also sorry if it seemed rush and for the grammar errors. And thanks to the reviews I received. They help a ton. Thanks!

-HCB