A/N: Hello people! First thank you for the great response I've received with this vic...as for people finding mistakes in my story...please understand english is not my first language so there are maybe some mistakes...as usual PLEASE REVIEW AND ENJOY


About ten minutes a nurse came by to give him some pain medicine through his IV, but truth to be told he was still in pain. Like every night, right after the nurse left he took out his laptop and started watching the footage of the security tapes from the precinct. He's gotta admit it was the boredest thing after doing paperwork at the precinct (which he never actually helped to do). About an hour later of watching the three main points he'd chose to look for Sophia, he finally spotted a woman walking into the precinct. It was her. She had an NYPD badge. Castle forward the video until he saw Sophia going to the archives. She opened one of the evidence boxes and took a file from her purse. Castle zoomed in to see if he could read the inscription in the box. Castle froze. The victim's last name read Blakely. Immediately Castle took his phone from the table beside him and called his father. No answer.

"Come on..." He whispered, but again nothing. He was about to call Beckett, but he stopped himself. If the Chief of Detectives closed his case then he could get her and his friends in trouble. He tried calling his father again. "Come on father pick up the phone." No answer. "Damn!...alright Castle calm down." He told himself. He took a deep breath. "Okay...first step... see if anyone has checked out that box." So he called the precinct.

"12th Precinct, how can I help you?"

"Yes, it's Rick Castle I need some information on an old case file."

"Which case?"

"The victim's last name is Blakely."

"I'm gonna check Mr. Castle." And so Castle heard the sound of typing. "As a matter of fact the Chief of Detectives just check that box out." Shit.

"Is the Chief with someone at the moment?" Castle asked quickly.

"Yes."

"Thank you." and he hanged up. If Sophia Turner was currently with the Chief, probably both Mayfair and Michaelson already knew, which meant that they were gonna be at the precinct. He tried calling his father once again, it didn't work. "Ugh screw this..." and even with the pain running down his leg and abdomen he got out of bed, put on some jeans and a shirt his mother brought him earlier and as quietly as he could he left the hospital limping and took a cab straight to the precinct.


A/N: More to come soon...