Beckett wakes up with a pounding headache. She blinks a few times, trying to move. To no avail. She's sitting on a chair, her hands tied behind her, her feet together. She's not blindfolded but she can't see anything. The room she's in is dark, cold and wet. She hears plics and plocs somewhere behind her. Drops falling. She's alone, she thinks, because when she tries to jump from her chair, nothing moves. She debates internally whether to shout to get help or not. Maybe it would just make her kidnappers come. Worth the risk, she decides.

"Help! Help!" She shouts again and again at the top of her lungs.

Finally, a light appears on her right. A door. A dark figure is heading towards her.

"Stop screaming. No one can hear you. Well... no one who will help, that is."

"Who are you? Let me out!" The man, in a ski mask, remains silent. He walks around her, checking her bounds, then leaves.

She's alone again, with the sharp sounds of water hitting the floor.


It's been five hours since the abduction of Beckett and Castle finally calmed down. Ryan and Esposito convinced him that his yelling wasn't helping anyone. They has also arrived with news. They were all back in the house. Roads have been closed quite early. Making sure that wherever Beckett was, she was still in the perimeter.

"We found where your shooter's riffle came from. The thing was paid in cash, " starts Esposito. Castle sighs, disappointed. "But... the guy, not the shooter, also took a disposable phone. We had the thing under surveillance. Tonight, the thing was used. Around here..."

Castle gives his first smile of the night. "We're waiting for the FBI to give us the location. "

"The FBI is helping?" Darren butts in.

"Yeah, Agent Shaw. We asked for a favor."

"Jordan Shaw?" Castle looks delighted and relieved.

Esposito phones rings. "That's her," he says, answering the phone and getting his pen and pad ready.

"Yeah? Nice! Thank you." He scribbled something down. "We've got an address."

Everybody is on their feet immediately and on the phone to set a rescue plan in motion.


The sound of the dripping water is driving her crazy. After a quick break, Beckett starts moving her feet and hands against the restraints again. Her wrists and ankles are hurting but she won't let herself give up. Suddenly, there's commotion outside. She stills, concentrating on the noises outside. She's trying to make sense of it when a man in a ski mask barges in. It may be the same who came earlier, she doesn't know. She barely has time to register because he hits her on the head with the cross of his gun. Before passing out, she catches a glimpse of an army knife's blade. "Im dead," she thinks. And all goes to black.


Castle is fidgeting outside the warehouse where they think Beckett is detained. Sitting against the hood of a police car, he scans the area for her. The swat team along with the marshals, Ryan and Esposito went in a few minutes ago. There was no shooting... yet.

His whole body tenses when he sees two figures coming out of the other side of the building. One is dragging the other awkwardly and his heart jumps. He would recognize her anywhere in the dark, from 500 feet or more. It's Beckett. Without thinking, he runs towards them but the man is already loading an unconscious Beckett in the back of a dark sedan and drives away.

"No!", he shouts, speeding up helplessly behind the car. In the warehouse, hell has broken loose. Bullets are fired in between shouts, teargas escapes from the open door. Ryan and Esposito come out coughing. Seeing Castle runs after the car they immediately understand Beckett is in it.

"Castle!" Esposito calls. "Damn it!"

Instead of running after him they rush to the cars, starting the chase.


In the car, Beckett is coming round sightly. She feels like crap and dizzy. She stops a moan from escaping her lips. She lying in the back seat. She can hear the raged breathing of her kidnapper. He's driving recklessly, his gun still in his hand. Beckett has to think quickly. Now may be her only chance to do something. She takes a moment to gather herself before jumping on the guy. He groans in surprise and the struggle begins, making the car drifts left and right.


Esposito sees the black sedan takes the road up, overlooking the river. He follows and is the first to go past the still running Castle. Soon they watch in horror as the sedan swerves and falls off the edge and into the water.

"Fuck !" He takes the radio and informs Ryan.

The young detective makes the tires of his own car screech when he takes the abrupt turn to the other road, at the river's level.

When Castle arrives at the edge where the car fell, Esposito is outside his car, on the phone to get help. The writer runs right past him and jumps off the cliff after the car.

"Castle!" Esposito is shocked. He bends over just in time to see him hit the water head first. "Stupid!" Ryan is just pulling up down there. Esposito climbs back in the car and drives off to join him.


Having seen Castle's dive, Ryan decides to follow with his flashlight. He takes the time to take his jacket and shoes off to be more at ease in the water. His eyes stings because of the cold water, but he needs to see. He quickly finds the car, the river is not too deep there. No sign of Castle though. He swims to the driver's door. Inside, they are both unconscious. He fights with the door. Finally, he uses his flashlight to broke the window. It's only then that he notices that the kidnapper's head is blown off. Pushing him aside, he grasps Beckett by the arms and jerks her out. He needs to breath but doesn't want to let Beckett behind. With one last pull, he breaks her free and swim upwards with her.

He gasps when they reaches the surface. Two men, he assumes are from the Philadelphia PD, help him carry Beckett to the shore where Esposito is waiting. The medics start CPR on her immediately.

"You were quick!" His partner says as he helps him up.

"Yeah, I couldn't wait for you. I know you hate the water," he jokes from the ground, knowing full well Esposito would have jumped too if he hasn't been needed on the surface to indicate where the car disappeared.

"Where's Castle?" Ryan asks, looking around. Esposito shakes his head.

"They are looking for him too," he answers indicating other men still in the water, diving and coming up regularly.

They take their attention back to Beckett as she wakes up and spits water.

"Castle!" she calls.

"Still in the water," Esposito knows it's best to be straightforward with her. She crawls to them, in spite of the medics' efforts to make her lie down.

"What?"

"He jumped after you," Ryan explains. Fear flashes on her face and she does something both men barely see her do. She breaks down. Closer to her, Ryan cradles his crying boss in his arms. Esposito crouches and strokes her back gently. Both are at loss with what to do.

The despair doesn't last long though. Somewhere downstream, a sputtering Castle reappears. Esposito is on his feet."Castle, she's here!" he yells. The men of the PPD swim to help the poor writer. But he heard Esposito and he is now swimming like a mad man to the shore. Beckett's head has perked up. She makes a move but Ryan's arms tightens around her.

"I've got him," Esposito goes to meet Castle and helps him out of the river. He winces as he limps hurriedly to Beckett's side.

"Took you long enough!" She teases but the relief in her voice is plain to hear. Castle kneels down and wipes her tears away with his thumbs.

"Well, I have a busted knee thanks to you, remember?"

She laughs and coughs. He takes her away from Ryan. "I'm so glad you're okay," he whispers in her ear, hugging her close.


Sorry it took so long. Man, those action scenes are hard to write. I hope it's not a pain to read. Anyway, Just another chapter left I think. Thanks for reading. And I always love reviews ;-)