*Alexis's POV*

I screamed as he ripped the duct tape off my mouth. I licked my lips but it did no good. They were cracked, dry, and stung badly.

"Please!" I croaked out, so scared I could barely talk. I was pushed through a hallway into a new room, the door slammed behind me, and suddenly I was all alone. I flung all my weight against the door, but the deadbolt was too strong. Collapsing on the floor, I heaved. Trying to see through the blurred, teary screen covering my eyes, I saw this new room for what it was. There was what looked like a dentist chair in the middle, with a tall, small table next to it. The walls were blank with no windows. But wait - there was a door frame across the room! I couldn't see what was behind it, but I took my chance. Hopping up, I ran over as quickly as I could. I wiped the teardrops off my cheeks with the back of my hand, and was about to turn the handle when it opened towards me and I fell onto the ground.

"What do you want from me?!" I screamed through sobs as a new man came into the room, towering above me. He yanked me up. Unlocking one of the cuffs, I was thrown onto the dentist chair. He grabbed my wrists, wrapped them around the back of the chair, and cuffed them together again, rendering me motionless.

"Where is she?" he growled at me with a raspy voice.

"Where is who?" I mumbled through my tears.

"Where is Kate Beckett?" I looked into his eyes, full of confusion.

"What?" I asked.

"Where is Kate Beckett?!" he called out again.

"Umm, in D.C.," I answered, voice shaking, even though I still had no idea what was going on.

"What is her FBI team name?" he asked.

"I... I don't know."

At this his face became even colder than it already was. I still had no answer though. I didn't even know FBI teams had names at all. He pulled a rolled up cloth out of his back pocket and placed it on the small table next to me. He took his time unrolling it, giving me view to see the small, sharp tools inside.

He pulled out one that looked like a long, metal toothpick, and said to me in a gentle tone, "I'll only ask one more time, Alexis Castle."

He proceeded to shout, "Now what is Kate Beckett's team called?"

"I don't know," he approached me, "I swear to you I have no idea."

My lip trembled as I spoke, and he picked up what looked like a small set of pliers from his collection.

"Mmmm," he creepily hummed. "You have beautiful teeth darling."

He forced open my jaw with the long toothpick, sticking it in my mouth, holding my bottom and top teeth away from each other. I moved my tongue around but it wouldn't budge.

My mouth wouldn't close. "I'd hate to see them go to waste."

He plunged the pliers into my mouth, making me gag, and yanked one of my molars out. I screamed in horror, and the tears kept flowing. He giggled at my pain, pulling the toothpick out, and giving me silence for a moment; he wiggled the pliers with the tooth inside in front of me and I could taste the blood flowing from where my tooth had been. I moved my tongue into the gap and tried to slow the bleeding.

"Now, sweetie. I'd hate to take any more of those precious little teeth, but I will if I have to," his grin was larger and scarier than that of the Cheshire Cat.

"I don't know what her team is called. I'm sorry. But what good would that do you, anyway? If you want to kill her, I'm sure there's an easier way to get her address than going through her team," my brain found its way into the conversation amidst all of my sobs and sniffs.

"Oh, my sweet, innocent Alexis," his hand caressed the bottom of my chin and up my cheek. I scowled in disgust and threw my head sideways. He yanked his hand away, and held it while giving me a you-hurt-my-feelings look.

"I don't want to kill her, dear."

"Then what do you want from her?" I asked. It had been a month since I'd seen Detective Beckett, and to be honest, after hearing from Grams about what she'd done to my dad, I wasn't really in the mood to protect her whereabouts from this man.

"You don't understand. I'm a fan," a giddy, childlike smile filled his face, and I could picture swirls in his eyes, like on cartoons when a character is crazy.

"Of Detective Beck- Agent Beckett?"

"Oh no, silly girl. Of your father," the toothy smile didn't fade.

He continued, "The breakup has been all over magazines. I have to get them back together if I want Nikki Heat to stick around in his books."

"Ohh," everything was starting to make sense in my mind. It was about a deranged fan who'd taken it too far; a man with a mental illness who'd made the relationship of Beckett and my dad his obsession. The reason he was trying to get the "name of her team", and from me of all people, in order to find her was because he was literally crazy.

"So, honey," he leaned in close enough that I could smell the liquor on his breath. "What is the name of Kate Beckett's team?"

I felt the aching hole in my mouth, knowing what was coming next, but didn't have an answer. He pulled back, grabbed the two tools he needed, and grinned.

"Sorry, looks like time's up!"

I swallowed.