Chapter Ten

Casey paced back and forth on the small path in front of the ticket office. The scrawny kid that had been working the booth had run off to grab someone in charge for him to talk to. If he reached a dead end here, he had no idea how he was going to find Chuck. It made him uneasy to think about the possibilities of what Shaw could be doing to him, the different ways to inflict torture on the poor idiot, all because he had to go and have lady feelings for Walker. Sighing, Casey ran a hand over his face. Walker: the name left a bad taste in his mouth. He hadn't wanted to trust her in the beginning, but being forced to work with her for so long, it was inevitable that he would forge a bond with her. She was his partner after all. Now look at what it got him.

"Excuse me, sir." Casey's head snapped up, his eyes meeting the scrawny kid's for a moment. The poor boy seemed frightened, but Casey didn't have the time or patience to humor him. "Follow me please."

Casey nodded at him and followed the young boy through the door of the ticket office. "This is also our security room. Jarvis is our head of security. If anyone can help you, it's him."

The boy pointed at a door that read Security Room, Casey nodded his thanks before rapping lightly on the door. "Come in." The voice was deep and rough.

Shaw paced back and forth. His eyes focused for a short moment on the computer monitor, and groaned at the snail's pace that his so-called computer expert was making.

"He'll die of old age before you get that feed up and working."

The younger man turned toward Shaw and sneered at him. Kaitlin had warned him that this guy was slightly whacked out of his mind, but he wasn't expecting this. It was worse than leaning toward crazy. He had a calm, almost cold, exterior to him. He expected that Shaw would do real harm to this Chuck guy, and there wasn't even an ounce of remorse to be found.

"I'm doing my best. It'll help if you weren't peering over my shoulder though."

Shaw laughed heartily at the younger man. "Just get it done, Jake. I want Sarah to watch him die."

Jake shuttered slightly, before turning back toward the computer monitor. He really needed to listen to Kaitlin a little more often.

Chuck moaned out a pained sigh. He had tried everything from pulling on his restraints, to flaying his legs about. Nothing was having any effect on the thick rope that bound his legs to the chair. Sighing, he put his head in his hands. A pained hiss escaped his lips as one of his fingers grazed his broken nose.

He had noticed that his nose had stopped bleeding, but the pain that radiated from it was enough to keep his eyesight fuzzy, with a slight graying at the edges of his vision. Closing his eyes, he tried to focus on something, anything other than the pain he felt. His thoughts went from Casey, to Morgan and Ellie, before stopping at Sarah. Beautiful, deadly, and caring Sarah. He knew that she was looking for him. Well at least he hoped she was.

His eyes shot open when he heard the door to his prison open, and saw the sadistic smile of Daniel Shaw. He felt as his insides started to tremble, making his outsides follow suit. Chuck was fearful that Daniel Shaw was going to kill him, when all he really wanted was for Sarah Walker to know just how much he loved her.

Sarah emerged from her perch on the king-sized bed. Morgan's eyes were closed, a small snore erupting from his mouth. Given the circumstances, Sarah let a small smile creep onto her face. It was in that instant that she realized one of the reasons why Chuck loved Morgan as much as he did.

It was also in this moment that she realized that Kaitlin wasn't anywhere in sight. The bathroom door was open, the light on, but no one was inside. The laptop that had held all of the security footage was now placed on a website. On the site was a small frame with a play button. Against her better judgment, Sarah moved the mouse to hover over the play button, and without a second thought clicked on it. She gasped as a scream caught in her throat. What she saw would be forever engraved in her mind.

Casey grunted as he grabbed for his blaring cell phone. He held up a finger to the slightly younger gentleman that was explaining the security system to him. He checked the caller ID before answering.

"Yeah, Walker?"

He could hear her taking deep breaths, and tried to stop himself from grunting in frustration. He had a feeling something was up.

"I can see Chuck..."

"What exactly does that mean, Walker?" he interrupted her. He just wanted a straight forward answer and here she was beating around the bush.

"When I came out of the bedroom, I glanced at the laptop. The security footage was gone and in its place is a website with video footage of Chuck. He's tied to a chair, and Shaw is in the room with him. Casey..."

Casey's fist bawled up without his control, closing his eyes, he counted to ten trying to calm himself before he spoke. "Where is Agent Buchanan?"

"I don't know, Casey. She isn't here."

He shook his head, and chuckled darkly at her answer. "Stay put. I'm heading back."

Sarah paced the floor, her eyes never leaving the computer screen for long. She hadn't told Casey that there was sound, and hearing Chuck plead for his life to Shaw had about broken any remaining pieces of her heart. Then again, Shaw had only taunted Chuck. The first thing he had said was that this was all her fault. He even acknowledged the camera, as if he knew she was watching. It made her physically ill.

She jumped when the door was thrown open, and watched as Morgan sat bolt upright. The sight would have been amusing at any other time than right now. Instead, she just turned toward the door and felt relief wash over her at the sight of John Casey.

"Move."

He stood staring at the computer screen, his mouth agape for a moment before he turned toward Sarah.

"Do you think there is any way to trace the signal, or IP address?"

She shook her head, praying that there was only some way to do it. "Not without Castle. Unless you know a high tech hacker?"

He grimly shook his head, before watching the screen again. "We will catch this bastard, and we'll get Chuck back."

Sarah shook her head. A pained gasp came from the computer and she looked in enough time to watch Shaw's thumb angled over a button on what appeared to be a remote control.

"For those watching. This," He angled the remote so that they could see it better. "Is a remote controlled shock device. Basically, it will shock anyone that is connected to it." He paused to indicate the five different wires that were connected to various parts of Chuck's body. "Now, stay with me here. The higher I sit the voltage will determine not only the amount of pain, obviously, but also the amount of damage done to my friend Chuck here. Now I know, you're thinking, he's just going to shock Chuck until he dies. Not my plan at all. This, for now is just a way to get you're attention. Trust me, I have plenty of plans for those of you watching at home, and for my good friend Chuck here. It'll be awhile until I actually kill, or murder him."

Sarah felt her insides twist at his words. Watching in horror, as Shaw lifted his finger, almost as if slow motion. His index finger pressed the button with unneeded force. Shaw smiled as his finger kept in contact with the button, and laughed greedily as Chuck's body thrashed violently.

She heard his cries of pain, as tears formed in her eyes again. This entire thing was her fault. Finally after what felt like forever, Shaw released the button, and she watched as Chuck's body lashed backward, the force nearly knock the chair over.

"That was more fun than even I thought. This should be interesting."

Shaw exited the room, and Sarah felt the tears stream down her cheeks as she watched Chuck's head lull to the side.