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Chapter 3: He Deserved To Know

Castle thought that it was time. His mind kept thinking, about how it was when Alexis was missing. And he didn't want anyone to ever have to suffer the feeling of knowing that their child was missing. But, he also knew that if something happened, then he would have wanted to know instead of finding out when it was too late. With that thought in mind, a deep worry line emerging on his forehead, he called the number that belonged to know one other than Jim Beckett. "Jim Beckett."

Hearing his one day possible father-in-law's voice froze him for a moment. How was he supposed to tell him that his daughter had been abducted? He knew that Jim needed to know, but he also knew that it would crush the man. Rick massaged his temple with his hand, finally responding to Jim, "Hey, this is Rick Castle."

Jim, on the other end of the phone line, could hear something troubling his future son-in-laws voice. And it killed him, it crippled him, worry spreading through his veins like wildfire, and he knew, he knew something was wrong. "Rick, what is it? Has something happened to Katie?"

Tears pooled in Castle's eyes as he thought of how Jim must be feeling, how he felt when his daughter had gone missing. Damn it, he thought to himself, I can't do this. I can't destroy this man's world. "She just…"

The writer was at lost for words, and all Jim could think was that his only daughter was dead, that her life had been stolen from the world for forever, and that the only piece of his wife and him, their treasured daughter, the strong woman he had raised, that she was gone for forever.

Silence filled the phone call as neither man knew what to say. "I'm on my way to the precinct." Jim Beckett said after a moment.


The bathroom was small and cramped, only holding a small toilet and sink. She sat on the toilet, trying to calm her breathing, her heart rate. As soon as they arrived she had asked if there was a toilet. Told them she had to use the restroom. As soon as they cut her bounds and pushed her through the small door she was searching, for something, anything to help her escape. A window, a vent….she found nothing. Now, she only hoped, hoped that her wire was still working. She had no idea if they heard her earlier or if no one had heard a thing. She pressed the button that sent her voice throughout the wire. It was time, if they could hear her, to give them an update. "This is Detective Kate Beckett. I am now in a factory, an old abandoned one, next to a field. I can see the city in the distance."

That was all she knew, all she could give them. She only hoped it helped in some way or another. A tear filled her eye. It was a tear of fear. No, damn it, don't give them the benefit of making you cry, she thought to herself, wiping the tear off angrily with the back of her hand. She washed her hands, trying to wash off all the dirt and wipe the blood off of a cut that must have formed when she was thrown in the back of the truck.

She smoothed down her curls, taking a deep breath. She had to come out and face this. She was in this now, whatever it was.

She opened the door, facing the world.


"You did what?" Captain Gates said, now annoyed by Richard Castle. He was now making this situation a lot harder, having brought Beckett's dad into this. She already had a whole precinct full of worried cops and a concerned, on edge fiancé, she didn't need a worried father on top of that.

"He needed to know." Castle said to Gates. In some part of her mind, Captain Gates understood why he had done it, and his reasoning. But she also had to think like a captain, and she didn't need a worried father watching them and waiting to find out some news about his daughter.

"I understand, Mr. Castle, but I have a job to do, and I can't have anyone getting in the way of doing that job." She was worried enough as it was, on edge enough as it was, but at the end of the day, she didn't want to be the one to deliver the news if the detective didn't survive this. She didn't need the extra guilt on her conscience.

"He won't get in the way, he'll just want to help." Castle said, sure of it. Jim Beckett, like Castle himself, would do anything to make sure that Kate got home alive.

"As good as your intentions were-"

"What happened to Katie?" Jim Beckett said, coming to a stop near the two. They had been talking in front of the murder board, and now both watched as Jim Beckett took it in, the board, the two of them, all of it.

But neither was able to respond before Kevin Ryan interrupted. "Guys? Kate responded on the wire again."


A/N: Sorry, wasn't entirely sure what to write or do after that episode. :/ Don't know how to feel about it either. Loved it but it killed me emotional. Be aware that this fic is only based off the promos. The thing that disappointed me a little but was expected was that there was no Jim Beckett. I, quite enjoy seeing Beckett and her father interact, hence why he is in this fic. You can find me on twitter and Instagram ashesunbroken and tumblr at notalonedarling or possibilityofcaskett. You can also find me and my castle fanvids on youtube at obsessivedisaster. And no, I know nothing about wires. Absolutely nothing. Until next time, Ash.