Author's Note: Sooo everyone, wasn't the premiere AMAZING! It was so worth the wait! Alright so here is the next chapter, hope you enjoy! And as always, thank you so very much to everyone who read and reviewed the last chapter. You guys rock my socks.

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"What happened?"

"I don't remember. I remember leaving your room that night and then I woke up here."

Before Kate could say anything back, their captor, Harrison Tisdale, came in.

"Ah, Kate! You're awake! What a shame, this is going to hurt."

Chapter 7

"You stay away from her!" shouted Jim.

"Dad, stop. Don't get yourself into trouble," whispered Kate.

"Yeah old man, listen to your little girl," mocked Tisdale. He then yanked Kate to her feet by her hair. Still concussed, Kate nearly collapsed from the sudden movement. "Follow me Jim. One attempt to escape and I will kill her, are we clear?" Jim just nodded.

Harrison led them to a room next to the one that they were being held in before. Inside the room was a chair with straps. Tisdale threw Kate into the chair and strapped her to it. He then pulled out a knife. "Alright Beckett's, it is time for a little game. It's called Truth or Dare. It's a little different than the truth or dare played at a preteen's sleepover. See in my version, I will ask you, Jim, a question. You will give me the truth or you will dare me to use my knife on Katie here. In other words if you don't answer my question truthfully or if you try to give me trouble, Katie gets cut."

"What? No!" started Jim.

"Dad, please. Just do what he says," said Kate, still kind of out of it. She figured that as long as Tisdale was focused on her and as long as her dad did what he said to do her dad would be kept out of harm. There was no way she was letting her dad get hurt on her watch.

"I'm telling you old man, you need to start listening to your daughter," said Tisdale as he took his knife and cut Kate from her shoulder to her elbow. It wasn't that deep, but it hurt like nothing else. Kate tried to bite her bottom lip to stop herself from crying out in pain, but a gasp still came out and a few tears fell.

"Are we clear now?" asked Tisdale threateningly.

"Yes, just please leave her alone."

"Alright then, my first question which I already know the answer to, but Katie here doesn't. So Jim, would you mind telling me again how long you have been investigating the murder of Johanna Beckett?" Kate gasped as Jim looked down at his feet.

"Katie, I'm so sorry. I… I didn't mean for you to find out this way," said Jim.

"You're not answering the question!" shouted Tisdale as he pressed the knife to Kate's throat.

"No please! Katie, I started looking into her murder after your shooting. I couldn't imagine going through nearly losing you again. I had to protect you!" said Jim quickly. Tears were now free falling down Kate's face.

"Now tell her about the letter that you sent to Bracken."

"Letter? I already told you I know nothing about that letter! I don't even know what it says!" Tisdale took is knife and cut into Kate's leg, deeper this time. Kate cried out loudly.

"Old man I have had enough! You told Bracken that you had enough evidence to expose him which was exactly what you planned to do after the wedding!"

"I have no idea what you are talking about! I never sent that letter and I don't have enough evidence to convict Bracken!"

"STOP LYING!" shouted Tisdale as he cut into Kate's other shoulder. Kate cried out again. Jim couldn't take this anymore, but he truly had never heard about this letter. He started trying to form a story, channeling his future son-in-law, but unfortunately all he could think of was his daughter sobbing in pain two feet from him and the bloody knife in Tisdale's hand.

"Fine! I… I threatened Bracken with evidence that I have at my apartment. In… it's all in my home office," Jim stuttered out. He wished as soon as the words came out that he was a better liar.

"LIES! WE ALREADY SEARCHED YOUR APARTMENT! YOU DON'T HAVE A HOME OFFICE!" screamed Tisdale. His rage could no longer be contained and he took his knife and rammed it into Kate's stomach. Kate and Jim screamed simultaneously, Kate from pain and Jim from fear for his daughter. Tisdale then threw Kate and her chair into the wall, knocking her unconscious. He stormed out of the room.

"Katie!" shouted Jim as he ran over and unstrapped his unconscious daughter. He pulled her head into his lap and put pressure on the stab wound on her stomach. "I'm so sorry, Katie! I'm so sorry. Please be okay. Please Katie," he whispered to her.

What had he done?

*Setting Change to the Loft*

"Do we have a location yet?" asked Gates.

"I've multiple addresses under Alison Tisdale, his deceased sister. There's an apartment in the city and some older home upstate," responded Ryan.

"He wouldn't keep her in that apartment," said Castle. "That apartment was his sister's crime scene. Do you remember all the windows in that place? He wouldn't keep them captive there."

"Very true, Mr. Castle, but I'll have uniforms check it just in case. Ryan, Esposito, you, and I will all head to his house upstate with a team. Let's go."

They all left. Castle went with the captain in her car. On the way he started looking through photos on his phone. He smiled lightly at the picture of Kate sitting across from him at Remy's. She had her favorite strawberry milkshake in front of her. He could remember taking that picture like it was yesterday. They had just had a particularly rough case so he blindfolded her, drove her to Remy's, and surprised her with the shake. Her smile was so contagious. Oh how he needed her in his arms. He begged to whoever could hear him that she would be at this house and that she and her contagious smile would come home unharmed. The captain seemed to notice Castle's distress.

"We're going to find her, Mr. Castle. You just need to keep faith. Just keep thinking of her walking out of that house perfectly fine with her dad. You need to stay positive for them." He knew she was right.

He just would never admit it.

*Setting change to Tisdale's location*

Tisdale was alerted by his employer, Bracken, the minute that Gates and the rest of the team left the loft. Tisdale scrambled to grab his bag with the knife he had used and the syringe he had used to drug Jim and ran out the door. He didn't give a thought to the injured detective and her father below him. The team would probably be too late anyway. He got in his truck and sped away.

End note: Thanks for reading! Until next time my dears!

~CelesteFitz