A/N: All I have to say is… ONWARD! Mmm, maybe I should have called this Onward instead?

"WAIT!" he screamed thinking fast.

The bald man smiling with pleasure. "Yes?"

"What's your name?"

"I don't think that matters?" he said shaking his head.

Castle shrugged. "Well, since you're gonna kill me. I figure it's only fair to know the name of my capturer… or should that be capturett. Forgive me, I'm not sure. These days you can't be too careful, right?" he said casually.

The man's eyes widened and his mouth turned into a sneer. He fished his phone from his pocket, and his fingers began to move over the keys with acute speed, before he placed the phone against his ear as the ringing buzzed on. The tool still gripped in his hand. There was an answer on the other end. "Kate Beckett… I'd like to speak to Kate Beckett… an old friend…" the bald man's smile widened considerably. "Well, hello Detective… I have someone who would like to hello…" he pressed the phone to castle's ear and Castle spoke quickly.

"Beckett, I'm okay…" he blurted out. The man snatched the phone away, as quickly as Castle assumed he would. He started struggling in the chair, in an effort to get out.

"How do you like surprises?" the man asked Kate.

"KATE," Castle shouted hoping to God she could hear him in the background. "Don't listen to him! I'm alright!"

The man turned to Castle with a look of disapproval, and Castle pulled back slightly, and stopped struggling - he'd seen enough horror movies to know several ways to be sliced and diced.

… … … … …

"If you hurt him, you sick son of a B$#! I'll come after you," Kate threatened, the fear etched across her face in waves of panic.

This was the very thing she had feared, the very reason she had pushed him away, and now he had been caught, and Kate hadn't a clue where this man was holding Castle or how she was going to track them down, but she had a resolve now, and she was determined to bring her mother's death to justice, once and for all.

"Let me talk to him again!" she demanded.

"No, no, no…" the man replied. "You've had your turn. I just wanted to give you the chance to let you hear his name one last time."

"If you do anything to him, I swear to God…" she said through clenched teeth, as she gripped the sheets as she lay helpless on the hospital bed.

"Ah hu, I wouldn't if I were you. I have a pick axe, and I'm just getting creative. Castle says, I need to build that up a little… here goes. Wish me Luck!"

The line went dead.

Kate's eyes widened in terror, as she imagined Castle strapped up by his hands and tortured by a man who killed people for a living. Tears stung her eyes. She had to find him. "LANIE!" she called. She was sure Lanie had been in the room a few minutes ago.

She came running down the corridor at the sound of her best friend's frantic scream. "What?"

She looked at Lanie with tears in her eyes. "He has Castle!"

"Who does?"

"The man working for Lockwood! He has Castle," she repeated.

Lanie shook head. "It's gonna be okay, Kate," she assured her as she pulled the girl into a hug.

…. … … … …

"What do I call you," Castle asked, his eyes unmoving from the tool in the man's hand as he inched it closer to his face. "You know for future reference."

"There won't be a future for you," the man assured him.

"Well, hell, I didn't see that one coming," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I am going to have fun with you," the man stated.

"Good luck with that," he replied.

He raised the small pick axe tool, and scrapped it across Castle's face, indenting a line from his mouth to his left eye. Castle clenched his jaw to stop from screaming out, as he felt the blood drip from the gash in his cheek. He was determined not cry out.

No idea when I am going to update… have no future plans, which is a bummer, but I am sure if I let the idea come I will surprise even myself. In the meantime, if you have anything to say or you'd like the story to go in a certain direction, don't hesitate to leave a review… =)).