chapter 6
by Sunnterra
10/29/15

Notes: I know that some of the things in this story could never happen (well, I wouldn't think)...but it was after all a dream, weird one at that. Hope that someone is liking it. I just kept adding to it. I added in more Castle scenes, and all the characters. I did get all of it written (there's a lot left) but it won't get typed/posted here before Monday night. (found things I had to change up). So if you see anything out of place let me know. I tried to keep with the characters, as I know them. I will try to post a chapter-a-day so stay tuned. Now on to football today.

Also I don't think that there is much of a warning in this one. But it is still the continuation on the last chapter, so the characters are still in danger.

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Chapter 6

Sidewalk outside a bar:

"What are we doing here?" Castle focuses his eyes from the bright office to the dark of night, just staring at the up at the neon sign. This is going to trouble, I just know it.

"We are testing this out." Slaughter pushes Castle forwards some.

"At a bar at two something in the morning?" Castle turned to glance at Slaughter. He didn't know that his night was going to end up with him drinking with... "I rather..." They enter the building.

"Be with... I know..." he pats Castle on the shoulder. A little too hard for Castle, but he wasn't going to let on, that he hated that when Slaughter did it. "But since we're here, why not enjoy tonight... It will be fun."

"For who?" Castle peers over at Slaughter. "You? I didn't come..." but before Castle could finish his sentence a woman snakes her arms around Castle's neck pulling him closer to kiss the side of his face.

"Call me later, Rick," she winks, sliding a card with her number on it into his pants pocket touching more then was necessary.

"It looks like you already are." Slaughter whispers to him lifting his eyebrows.

"What would you like to drink?" another woman, came up to the two of them.

"Whatever you like baby." Slaughter answer with a laughing tone. The woman just rolled her eyes shaking him off.

"I was asking your sexy friend over there," The woman points at Castle who had taken a few steps away from Slaughter.

"Who me?" Castle turns his head as the woman came closer to him,staring him down. Just wanting to get rid of her, he answered, "Just surprise me." to her and then walks away. The two men made their way through the crowd towards some booths towards the back of the bar.

"Get me out of this," he mouths to Slaughter.

"What was that I couldn't hear you." Slaughter pretends not to hear and makes a cup with his hand over his ear like that would make him hear Castle better.

Castle rolls his eyes at the attempted joke. He knew that Slaughter did hear him and was not going to help him anytime soon. He had no choice but to play along with Slaughter. "Get me out of this," Castle repeats, more irritated then before as Castle stepped closer to him.

Slaughter sighs, "Or what?" Castle starts to walk off then notices more women staring at him. He was getting attacked and it was all because Slaughter wanted to try this out tonight. Although flattered he didn't want any other women he wanted just one, his wife.

Castle tilted his head with a pleading look in his eyes over at Slaughter, "You got me into this mess. Help me get out of it." He's trying to make me fall for the puppy eyed look. Slaughter thought, And it's working or is this just a test to see how I would back him up.

"So this is a test..." Slaughter called, "To see if I would come to your rescue is something was to happen."

Castle never saw it that way but it could be used as a test. If he could get me out of this then I would feel safer about tomorrow. Slaughter said we were testing it out. So I will test him too.

"Alright I got a plan." Slaughter lift's his eyes brows at Castle. Now he just hoped that Castle wasn't going to kill him after what he was going to do next.

The woman who took the drink order finally came back to where they were. Hands, Slaughter his by jamming the glass into his hand almost making it spill all over him. She slowly, just so that she could slide her fingers with Castle's, slid his softly into his hand. Slaughter sighs, Here goes nothing.

Slaughter takes Castle by the other hand, "Girls, leave my husband alone," showing them his ring finger letting the lights glitter off his wedding band. The waiter and her friends snorted at them and walked off.

"It worked." Slaughter whispered more to himself then to Castle.

"What are you doing?" Castle ripped his hand out of Slaughter's.

"You said get you out of this mess," he glancing around noticing no one ogling over Castle, "And it seemed to work! No one is ogling over you any more."

"Sure," Castle glazed at the floor, he had to admit he wouldn't have tried that. He let out a sigh but it did work. Slaughter couldn't tell if it was sigh of relief or anger. Castle glances back up, "Please," Castle starts to shake his head to get rid of the thought. "Don't... even think about kissing me though."

"Not a chance in hell, buddy." He slapped Castle on the shoulder. "I know that you love you wife too much, although..." Slaughter lowers his head for a second, then looks back up at Castle.

"Although what?" Castle was now all intrigued by that. Slaughter knew something more about his wife. Something that he didn't.

"I saw another man..." Slaughter started then stopped himself. I think that I might regret this, Slaughter swallows, but he does have a right to know. Look at his hot, gorgeous wife, if she was mine I would want someone to tell me.

"What? Another man, what other man? What are you talking about?" Castle sat down and then twisted his head some wanting to know all about this other man Slaughter supposedly saw Beckett with. Castle took a few deep breaths.

Well, Slaughter thought, at least I don't have to tell him to do that. Slaughter swallows and lets out a sigh, closing his eyes. He takes out his phone, "I wasn't going to tell you about this but I needed your help, I didn't..." Slaughter paused for a second to think of his words, how do you tell someone that their spouse is cheating. "So will you promise if I tell you this and show you the pictures, we will still work together."

"Just tell me, or rather show me." Slaughter knew that this might really drive him over the edge and then what would he do.

"She was with..." Castle grabs Slaughter's phone and looks at the picture of his wife getting in a car. He was right she was meeting someone. He flipped through the pictures, then started laughing.

"What's so funny? " Slaughter say a taken back by this, " I don't get it." Slaughter sat across from him in the booth, not wanting to cause another scene.

Castle turns the phone around so that Slaughter can see the picture he landed on. "This guy." Castle touches the screen.

"Yeah, that's..." Slaughter points, at the man.

"Our new tech guy, Vikram."

"Oh, I..." Now he felt really stupid for making assumption about Beckett. "So not a secret lover." Slaughter shakes his head slightly.

"No," Castle heard Slaughter give out a low sigh of relief, "But the real question is why is she getting in the car with him and not letting me go."

"You want me to ask her..." Slaughter suggested.

"What?" Castle gazes up from his drink.

"I can," Slaughter takes a sip of his drink, "I you want me too."

"No, no. I..." Castle sighs, "I have to..." he lowers his head and swallows. "I have to trust her."

Slaughter just shakes his head. I am glad that I am not that much in love it's to powerful for me.

Warehouse:
Vikram blinks a few times. Then stirs a little, moving his fingers one by one slowly. After realizing he wasn't dead, he gently pats himself down, to make sure that he was all there. He can't believe that they, he survived the blast. But did his partner, Beckett. He tries to focus his eyes, by rubbing his hand down his face. She's got to be okay, she's just got to be. He swallows hard, then takes a peek at the woman in the car seat next to him, which was flat all the way back. The body of his partner was scratched, bruised, and looked once again to be lifeless.

"Oh no, what have I done," Vikram says out loud. He twisted his body in the seat he was in, trying to find the up bottom, so he could sit up straight. He leans his chair into the upright position, noticing that his car now had no top on it. She was right when she yelled at me to lower the seat flat. Tears dripped down his face. That's possibly the last thing she said to me. He sniffs. "What have I done to her, if I hadn't...we might have gotta away from the blast and...This is all my fault." He looks back at her, just laying there so still. He twisted his body so that he could reach out and just touch her. He hesitated for a second, taking in a deep breath. Then he ran his fingers slowly down the side of her face. "Forgive me." He sniffs again. "Please forgive me. I didn't..." He closes his eyes, trying to stop the tears from flowing out of his eyes, but that wasn't working to well.

She slowly starts to come to. "For what babe, I will always, forgive you. I will always love you."

uh? What? Vikram was confused, did I just hear her call me babe and that she loved me, he shook the thought, wait a minute a dead person can't talk. He stared over at her. Then not meaning to shouted out, "Your okay,"

"Ah, not so loud." She covered her ears. That made Vikram tone his excitement that she was alive, down.

"Oh, sorry," he spoke softly this time. "I was excited, I thought you were dead, all I want to do is kiss you."

"Wait, what?" she straightens her chair, giving him her famous stare down.

"Nothing," he turns his face from her.

"Anyway," She shook her head, "What happened to us?"

"I have no real clue," he moves his eyes upwards wanting her to look up that way too, "But I have always wanted a skylight in my car."

"Vikram," she punches him hard on his arm.

"Owe," he rubs that area, "That hurt." He fake smiles, "It was some kinda explosion. Took out the whole building. " He went on, "In the blink of an eye, just gone," he balled up his hands and forces his fingers up, to show her the explosion, "poof." He glanced back at Beckett but she was gone. "What?" he whipped his head around, she was no where in sight. "Beckett..." He calls out to her then steps from car, or what's left of it. He races over to her side to make sure that she didn't fall out or collapse. "Beckett..." he calls again, this time a little louder. Still no response from her.

A roaring sound of a jeep pulls beside him, with Beckett in the driver's seat. He nearly jumps out of his skin. "Sorry about that," she smirks, "It's all the I could find, out here." he stood there like he was a statute post. "Are you coming, if so jump in or I can just leave you standing there."

"Right," he climbs into the jeep. "Your dripping blood again." Beckett looks down at her arm, a nice gash turns liquidity red. She puts her hand over it, smearing the blood all over her arm and hand.

She takes the wheel. "Let's just get out of here before we get noticed."

"You're in no condition..."

"I got shot at...and almost blown up,"

"We..." Vikram adds,

"We...then," she says then continues her thought. "I'm not going to die out here,"

"I can see that." He comments then sees the wires hanging out by his knees. "How did you?" he points.

"I told you I knew how to hot-wire a car." Another thing that Castle taught her, along with lock-picking and how to make "his" coffee. He was teaching her things after he went missing, mostly to spend time with her and heal. He had to be doing something with his hands, she wished though he had been cuddling with her instead. She wished that now, she just wanted to be in his arms again.

"Great a cop who can steal cars."

"Borrowing," she adds, another thing Castle would say to justify his actions, "And besides it's an emergency. I need to get to the 12th, need to get somethings. " He tells her that he doesn't think that that's a good idea but does she listen not a chance. The jeep roared through the night. She whipped the jeep into her parking space. She glances over at Vikram giving him a stay look. "This will only take a minute, don't worry so much."

"Then I'll go with you."

"No, and besides," She doesn't turn the car off, just gets out. "I need someone to stay with the jeep."

"You're just going to leave it running."

"Yes, now..."

"Just hurry." She takes off to the side of the building out of sight of Vikram. He wipes his face with his hands. "I hope that she hurries..." He messes with the glove box, trying to get it opened. "Cause if I get hungry. I don't know what I will do. I might have to "borrow" the jeep for awhile."

Beckett slowly, very quietly opens the door to the 12th. It let's out a squeak, she hesitates for a second before she enters. But before she can get her feet through the door, she sees someone unexpected there standing talking on the phone.

"What the?" she says out loud then covers her mouth hoping that they didn't hear her.

to be continued...