Castle's Pov

"What the hell Tyson?" Richard burst out.

"I need to lay low, you know, after the incident." Richard continued, eying Tyson who sunk down into a chair in the living room. If you could even call it a living room. They were hiding in this old forgotten block on the highest floor that looked like a mess. The white walls were torn down and there was dust all over the white wooden floor.

Tyson clasped his hands and looked straight into Richard's eyes.

"She was the one." He said. His eyes shone of challenge and belief. Richard moistened his lips as he took a step forward.

"You said one week. Now they are going to be looking for you. And when they find you…" Tyson rose abruptly from the chair.

"What?" he asked.

"It's just a matter of time before they find me." Castle responded.

Three weeks before the wedding, Tyson had showed up with a gun pressed into Richard's back as he had walked down the street on his way home. Unsure of what was happening Richard had said;

Who is this?

Tyson: A friend.

Richard: My so called 'Friends' don't threaten me with guns.

Tyson: Well. I'm a special friend. Now, walk.

Richard wasn't sure why, but Tyson had offered him a deal. That if Richard did all that Tyson asked for, Kate would be safe. With the rest of his family. But if Richard told anyone, Tyson would know and he would've killed Kate. So when that dark SUV pulled up it was Tyson's way saying it was all over. Walking around, pretending it all was fine, Castle had hoped to catch his last moment with Kate on his wedding day. But a couple of days earlier, Richard had come in contact with Michael Smith. Smith told Richard that bad things would happen if they didn't stop Tyson soon. Uncomprehending Richard had nodded scared. Smith made Richard's mission to get in contact with Tyson again and catch him.

But a week before the wedding, Tyson caught Richard off guard and pulled him into a SUV. After a time the car stopped and Tyson pulled Richard out of the SUV. Looking around, Richard realized that they were in a warehouse. But before him, a woman with dark hair and brown eyes was tied to the floor. She was crying and she had duct tape over her mouth. Tyson pushed Richard's arm and held a gun in front of him. Walking around, Tyson now stood behind Richard and held a gun to his back. Tyson leaned closer to Richard's ear and whispered,

"You're going to kill her Castle." Swallowing, Richard had turned his hands into fists.

"No."

"It's either you or her." Tyson said.

"I would rather prefer dying than taking someone else's life."

"Really? Each day you think about how to commit the perfect murder. You think about how you would feel to take someone else's life and you write it down. You write it all down. But I see the real you. It's weakness. You're a coward." Richard didn't answer. He just stared at the crying woman in front of him.

"I bet that you've though about killing day in day out, but not having the strength to do it."

"Yes, fictional characters. They aren't real Tyson." Tyson shifted from his right leg to his left and tilted his head.

"If you don't kill her, I'll kill you, and then her. Now you have a choice Castle. All you've ever needed is a little push." Tyson pushed a gun into Richard's palm and then Tyson raised the gun to the back of Richard's head.

"All you have to do is to pull the trigger, because, this's the closest way to death." The gun Richard held in his right hand didn't move, the gun pointed towards the floor. Tyson bit his bottom lip and pushed the gun lightly toward his head.

"Your contribution to the dark side will also save Alexis. I currently have a hit man on her. And he won't pull away unless I call him within a minute." Richard held his breath and slowly pointed his gun towards the woman on the floor.

"Thirty seconds." Tyson said, tilting his head to the other side.

"I'm sorry." Richard whispered. Richard pointed the gun toward the woman, his finger on the trigger. He couldn't do it, he wouldn't do it, it was wrong, he couldn't… Richard didn't need proof to know that Alexi's life was in danger. He felt it.

"Ten seconds." Tyson's voice echoed. Richard closed his eyes and then he pulled the trigger.