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Cross awoke with wire ties tying him down to a chair. He moaned with the pain of a huge headache from the drugs he was forcefully given.
"AHH… the wannabe hero is awake." Roberts stated from across the room where he was sitting in an armchair.
Fury coursed through Cross's body. He violently tried to rip his hands and legs through the ties.
"You aren't gonna get through those."
"Why am I not dead?" Cross asked, thorns scraping across his vocal chords.
"Oh you will be. You see I have this obsession with killing. I'm just trying to figure out the best way." He said with a smirk.
"Does your obsession with killing also involve stalking?"
Silence.
"I see. Natalie was different wasn't she? You fell for her. Hard I bet? You couldn't bring yourself to kill her because you wanted to change for her and I bet when you told her how you felt she didn't reciprocate those same feeling. You, in turn, killed her by choking the lit out of the woman you loved." He whispered.
Roberts looked straight at Cross. He walked up to Cross and smashed the butt of the gun into his head. Cross grunted and looked down. The blood from his head already sliding down his face, slowly dripping down his neck and into his black button-up.
"No wonder Natalie didn't love you. You're weak."
Roberts holstered the gun. Took his fists and punched Cross in the stomach and as Cross raised his head in pain; Roberts punched in the face. The chair flipped and Cross's head it the floor with a thud. Black.
"Beckett!" Gates yelled from the door of her office.
"Yes, sir."
"Where's Cross? It's noon." She looked at her watch. "Four hours past his scheduled clock in time."
"He never came in."
"If he isn't in by 4. I want you to find him."
A wave of grogginess and nausea crashed over Cross as he woke. He looked around the room in search of Roberts. Empty. He looked around and saw that he was in the same room. So that was a plus.
"Mr. Cross, how nice of you to finally join us."
Cross stared at the killer in front of him.
"Don't worry your death will be soon and I promise you this… you will feel everything." And with that he left the room.
Cross scanned the room in search of a way to get out of the chair. He saw nothing. He dropped his head.
"BZZZZZZ."
A phone. And not just any phone. His phone. He looked at the desk and saw that his phone was ringing a sign of a new call. If it was getting calls that meant it was on and that also meant that it still had GPS. All he had to do was carefully scoot his chair over to the desk and answer the call so that the signal would ping off a nearby cell tower.
He carefully leaned forward on the tips of his toes and scooted himself over to the desk. He leaned forward and with the tip of his tongue accepted the call. Beckett's voice could be heard over the line.
"Cross, where are you? Gates is on a rampage."
"No time. Listen I'm at Roberts's house. Get here ASAP."
"Cross?" Beckett questioned just as he ended the call.
He quietly scooted himself back in the same position and waited.
"What did he say?"
"He says he's at Roberts. He wants us there ASAP." Beckett said standing,
Castle stood.
"Boys! Let's go!"
"Where?" Ryan asked following Beckett to the elevator.
"Harry Roberts apartment. Cross is there."
Roberts circled Cross with a knife in his hand.
"I have been doing a lot of thinking about this. And I finally have it."
'Oh this can't be good' Cross thought to himself.
"What?"
"You are going to bleed out."
"Is that right?"
A right hook connected with his jaw.
"Smart-ass."
Right before the knife connected with his arm, the doorbell rang.
"Saved by the bell." Cross said humorously.
Roberts put the knife down on the desk and grabbed a piece of duct tape and put it over Cross's mouth. He left the room. Cross had his eyes on the knife. He scooted himself over to the desk just as he did before. His eyes darted to the door as he heard Roberts walked down the hall to the front door. He turned hi attention back to the knife. He carefully bumped the desk until he saw the knife on the edge. He got the edge of the tape to peel of. He then leaned on his tip toes and tore the tape from his face by hooking the edge on the desk and pulling away violently.
He heard Beckett, Castle, Ryan, and Esposito asking Roberts minor questions. Now was the time, he grabbed the handle of the knife and sawed the wire tie of his right. Unlocking his hand, it took no time to unhook his left and his legs. He grabbed his phone and slipped out of the room and quietly sneaked down the hall.
The blood in his ahead began pumping faster and felt a warm liquid dripping down his face. The light headiness started to affect him also. He peaked around the corner and saw Beckett and the boys standing in front of the door and Roberts back to him. He stepped out from behind the wall and motioned to them to keep quiet. He silently snuck behind Roberts and tapped on his shoulder. Roberts turned around to an uppercut to the jaw. Cross spun him around and grabbed his gun that was tucked in the back of his pants and threw Roberts on the floor.
"I believe this is mine." He said pointing the gun at Roberts while Esposito and Ryan were dragging him up and cuffing him.
The dizziness and the overwhelming amount of pain in his head overcame Cross.
"You ok?" Beckett said putting a hand on his shoulder to study him.
"Yeah. I'm…" Gone.