The next time the hoods were taken off they were in an alley beside the girlfriend's apartment. The men pulled off the hoods quickly and then got into the car and drove off before the pairs eyes could adjust.

By the time they could see again they were completely alone once again. "What the hell was that," Beckett exclaimed, "Why is it always is that gets kidnapped by some secret government agency."

Castle shrugged, "Maybe we're just lucky."

Beckett glared at him and then happened to glance at her watch. "Ah crap," she sighed, "Gates is going to kill us; we've been gone nearly two hours."

"Well we do have a good excuse," Castle said as they headed down the alley and to the front of the building where Beckett's car was still parked.

Beckett sighed again and the two of them got in and drove away.

When they got back to the precinct and up onto the homicide floor Gates was waiting at Beckett's desk, not looking pleased. "Where have you been Detective, Mr Castle? You said you were going to go and talk to the girlfriend and that was two hours ago. We tried to ping your phones when you didn't answer but got nowhere."

"We were kidnapped," Beckett answered, ignoring the looks that her words got the two of them, "Two guys were waiting for us at the apartment, which by the way has been completely cleaned, and there is no trace of Cynthia, and they took us somewhere. Then we met their boss and he told us to drop the investigation, that we were investigating one of his operatives and we weren't to go any further."

"Right," Gates said, "Let me make some calls, see if I can get to the bottom of this, in the meantime try and find the girlfriend."

Beckett shook her head, "I don't think there is any point sir, going by what John Smith was saying she knows what happened and is a part of it."

"John Smith," Esposito said, "You would have at least thought they could have come up with something better than that."

Castle shook his head, "It's a common name Esposito, I don't think he was looking for style points I'd say he was rather more concerned with keeping us in the dark."

"Do you think you could describe any of the men to a sketch artist?" Gates questioned.

Both Castle and Beckett nodded. "We got a good look at all three of them sir," Beckett answered.

"Good," Gates said, "You do that and we'll get them circulating while I try and find out who kidnapped one of my detectives and thought they could get away with it."

She headed towards her office while Esposito and Ryan moved closer to Beckett and Castle. "Are you guys ok?" Esposito asked.

Beckett and Castle both sat in their respective seats and nodded. "We're alright Espo," Castle answered, "All they did was talk."

Esposito nodded and then said, "I'll get the sketch artist up here so you can get to work on those sketches."

Ryan and Esposito both headed back to their desk and Esposito picked up the phone.

"Are you alright Castle?" Beckett asked, "You've been a bit quiet since we got back."

"I think I know that man," Caste said slowly, "John Smith. I think I've met him before."

"What," Beckett exclaimed, "Are you sure?" When Castle nodded she continued, "Where? At a book signing?"

Castle shook his head, "No. I think I met him when I was a kid, he was younger then, obviously, but I recognise the eyes and the voice."

"Really?" Beckett questioned, "It's been a long time Castle, are you sure?"

Castle nodded, "I remember Beckett. We met in the New York Public Library and he recommended a book for me. Casino Royale, it was that book that got me into writing in the first place so yes I'm sure."

Ok, so anyone who has seen Hunt and Target will know who the mysterious John Smith really is. I was always planning on having Castle's father as a part of this story so I will probably be using more little bits from Target and Hunt since it's there to use even though this story is set in season 4.