Becket's Pov
Alone in Castle's bedroom, Kate pressed the phone against her ear.
"Smith?" she said.
"Beckett. Please understand that I would not call if this wasn't an emergency." Kate sunk down unto Castle's bed and stared at the wall.
"Have something happened?" Kate wasn't sure of what to say.
"Yes. I'm sorry that I'll have to say this over the phone- but I don't see any other choice. I feel confident to share this information since this phone is untraceable."
"Okay." Kate said, her heart beat raised.
"Richard Castle is still alive." Kate's eyes widened, her body hardened and she quickly jumped up onto her feet's. Kate could barely breathe.
"No." she said after a while.
"I went to his funeral, I saw his remains', I saw the DNA result."
"Kate, there's no reason for me to lie. Funeral's, remains and DNA's- they can all be faked."
"What are you saying?" Kate's heart was beating rapidly in her chest and she felt like she was going to explode.
"Your fiancé is still out there. But I believe that his name nowadays is Rick Brook. Kate, I need you to get out there and find him." Kate didn't know what she was doing, her hands were shaking and she realized that she was crying.
"Where's your proof? And why would he do something like this? The day of our wedding?" Kate knew that she would regret not asking the right questions. Because she knew that she would probably come up with at least dozen new questions after this phone call.
"I know that you're confused. I will send you a file with a recorded call between Castle and me. Now, I don't know when I will be able to contact you again. I need you to find Castle. He hasn't responded to any of my phone calls in two days. Something might have happened." Kate scowled.
"What phone calls? What is he doing?"
"I can't tell you more than that he's working for me. But I can tell you, that he was indeed abducted on his wedding day." He was abducted on his wedding day. Abducted. How couldn't she have known? How couldn't she have felt it? That he was still alive? Look at what pain and sorrow's done to you, a voice in her head said.
"How do I get him back?" she couldn't believe that he was alive, not until she had listened to that recording.
"Lie. You do what you have to. Use your NYPD contacts. But you'll need to lure him out."
"Wait, why do you suddenly want him back?" Kate had no idea what she was doing. She was standing in front of some paintings, tangling her fingers in her hair.
"I believe that he's gone too deep into his cover." And then the call ended.
