Sorry this took so long guys, but real life got in the way. But school is over now so I should be able to update more often. And I know y'all don't like the cliff-hangers but I always have.

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Ryan groaned as he woke up. The pounding in his head was excruciating. He tried to blink open his eyes but it hurt too much. Everything hurt. He stopped trying to get up and instead tried to remember what the hell had happened. He knew that Taylor had gotten the drop on him, but he didn't know how. Ever since 3xk had taken him out and gotten away, Ryan had been extra vigilant.

Ryan remembered Taylor telling him that he worked for Track and he remembered thinking it was some kind of joke, until Taylor pulled out the gun.

*FLASHBACK*

"You must be joking." Ryan stood across from Taylor in complete shock. This is not what he had been expecting when he came over here. Ryan still held hope that Taylor was the same partner from before their undercover assignment. While they were undercover, Ryan had made excuses for Taylor's behavior as being part of the job. Clearly he was wrong.

"Come on man. You cannot be that naïve." Taylor picked up the gun and stood up. He walked over to Ryan waving the gun around. "I know you noticed things when we were undercover. Even I'm not that good an actor."

"Why are you doing this?" Ryan asked with Taylor in his face.

"Why else? Money dude. It's all about the money." Ryan barely had time to register the answer before a hard blow hit the side of his head.

*Present Day*

Ryan was finally able to hold onto consciousness. He felt his hands tied together and digging into his back as he laid on them. He took in his dark surroundings and noticed that he was in some kind of supply closet. He moved around in order to sit up and accidentally knocked something off a shelf, which crashed to the floor. The door immediately flew open and two big guys dragged him out of his prison.

Ryan took stock of his surroundings as he was dragged across the floor. Ryan thought that he might be in the back rooms of some club. He could hear people in the front yelling about booze and setting up. When they reached a set of double doors, his hands were unbound and he was thrown into the room. The doors closed behind him.

He quickly got to his feet and stared at the two men in front of him.

"Hello James." Track smiled. "Oh wait, I'm sorry. I meant Kevin." Taylor laughed beside his boss.

"What is going on here? What do you want?" Ryan asked and squared his shoulders. He knew they took his gun but Esposito had been working on his hand to hand combat skills. Ryan knew he could defend himself.

"What do we want? What do we want?" Track caressed his chin in thought before turning to Taylor. Taylor smiled and leaned in, pressing his lips to the other man's. Ryan's jaw dropped once again.

"What? You two? Since when?" Ryan fired question after question unable to wrap his mind around what he was seeing.

"I told you Kevin, I don't have your sweet ass around to keep me company. Billy here was kind enough to fill your spot." Track crossed his arms and sat down on the edge of the desk they were standing in front of.

"But we both agree on one thing." Track walked up to Ryan. "No one could replace you. There is just something about how good you are in bed that can't be replicated." Track grabbed a fist full of Ryan's hair and yanked his head back. Ryan hissed at the pain.

"You asked what we wanted and what we want is you." Track crashed their lips together before Ryan had a chance to stop him. Taylor stood back with a smile on his face as he watched the two men kissing.

"Ok, we've got two hours before the meeting with Track, so we have time to go check this out." Beckett stated. "Has Ryan gotten back in touch with you yet?" She asked turning to Esposito.

"No he hasn't. What meeting with Track?" Esposito turned around and faced Beckett.

"Track has set up a meeting with Cutter in order to take care of his leak. However, we will be attending the meeting instead." Beckett smiled at herself.

"She's cute when she has a plan." Castle chipped in. Beckett smacked him on the arm and walked out of the video room. Castle rubbed his arm while Esposito laughed at him. They both followed her out.

"Hey Espo, can you see if Ryan has Taylor's address on his desk." Beckett hollered behind her as she and Castle left the bull pen. Esposito turned to his partner's desk. The list of Abigail's phone calls was sitting on top but nothing else. Esposito picked up the top sheet of calls and glanced at it. He saw that Ryan had made a small notation to one particular number that seemed to be repeated frequently.

Anthony?

'Who is Anthony?' Esposito thought to himself. He looked through the rest of the papers, but there were no other notes. Esposito hurried from the building, holding onto the sheets of numbers.

"Hey Beckett, wait up." Esposito yelled as he caught up to her and Castle as they reached her car.

"Did you find the address?" Beckett asked leaning on the hood of the car.

"No but check this out." He handed the sheet to Beckett. "This note is the only one Ryan made on all of the call logs. It must be the lead that he went to go check out. But I have no idea who….." Esposito didn't finish his sentence as he saw the color drain from Beckett's face.

"Beckett what is it?" Castle asked her.

"Anthony is Taylor's first name!"

"Are you sure?" Esposito's face turned the color of Beckett's.

"Of course I'm sure. Ryan was the only one ever allowed to call him that." Beckett snapped.

"Ryan went to see Taylor? Alone?" Castle asked. Esposito snapped at the realization. He grabbed Beckett's car keys out of her hand and got into the car. The other two barely had a chance to get in before Esposito sped out of the precinct's parking lot.

"Beckett I need you to call whoever you have to and get me that address" Esposito sternly demanded, not really thinking. Beckett had her phone out before he even finished the sentence. Esposito slammed his fist on the steering wheel. He couldn't believe that he let Ryan go off without telling him where he was going. He knew there was something off about that Taylor guy. He should have listened to his gut earlier.

"Take the next left Espo. We're almost there." Beckett pulled Esposito out of his mental beating. He took the left turn she indicated. They drove another five minutes before he was told to pull into Taylor's apartment building. Esposito slammed on the breaks when he saw that Ryan's car was in the parking lot. He threw the car into park and jumped out of the car.

"Call for back-up!" Esposito yelled as he ran towards the apartments. He pulled out his gun as he came up to the right door. He banged on the door just as Beckett joined him.

"NYPD! OPEN UP TAYLOR!" He yelled. He hesitated only a moment before kicking the door open. He and Beckett rushed in to clear the scene. Beckett walked through the other rooms but saw nothing.

"There's nobody here." She announced as she walked back into the living room. She stopped as she saw Esposito standing way to still and looking at something on the coffee table.

"Espo, what is it?" She asked as she walked up to him. He didn't respond so she followed his gaze.

Sitting on the coffee table was Ryan's badge and gun.