A/N: I have to admit, I can imagine Castle doing this, so I do hope that it isn't TOO far-fetched. Just remember anything is possible with Castle. =)). Hope you like it.
Surreptitiously and with care, Castle managed to move his elbow despite his restraints and he had enough practice to know which app was where and where his settings were. Thank God for lazy days, and boredom. Castle had once spent the day using only his elbow to access his phone apps and settings. Alexis had thought he was eccentric because he'd finally mastered it by the end of the day. Castle hadn't stopped bragging for a whole week, even Kate had thought him a little crazy. But if they could have seen him now, he was sure they would have been proud.
He knew how many taps the iphone needed in order to get to the right settings - a misuse of time whenever he was waiting for Kate to finish off the paperwork on a case, but one he now appreciated. By concentrating on it, he managed to mute the phone settings for the caller. They would be able to hear him, but he couldn't hear them. Then he returned to the main menu – at least he hoped he did, considering he couldn't actually see the screen. He hit speed dial and hoped that the phone co-operated and called the right person.
Then Castle turned his attention to the nameless man. "Where are we?" he asked casually.
The man looked at him as if he had suddenly gone crazy. "Why would I tell you that?"
"Don't you watch TV?" he asked. "It's in all the good shows. The bad guy – that would be you, simply can't help himself when it comes to explaining his plan and why he's trying to kill the victim, you know, it's about ego or whatever!"
"Ego?" the man smiled. "I'm fine."
"Oh come on, at least keep me amused until you stab me, unimaginatively," he smiled.
The nameless man glared at him.
"I'm bored," Castle whined.
The bald man sighed. "Okay, fine. We are in a warehouse on 34th street and 5th, and I am not going to stab you. I am going to shoot you."
Castle gasped in pretend horror. "No! Surely, you wouldn't do that to a best-selling author."
"I don't read much."
"I can tell," he mumbled.
The man laughed. "You are looking for a reaction, I assume?"
"Don't assume anything," he replied. "It doesn't work out the way you think."
"Take some of your own advice," the man stated. "This isn't some TV show, or one of your world-class books, and no one is going to come in and save you at the last minute, Mr. Castle. I am going to kill you, and you are going to die." He retrieved a pistol from his jacket pocket and aimed it at Castle's head.
He flinched. He didn't like guns all that much, especially if they were real and contained bona fide bullets. He heard the click of the safety, and he recoiled, despite his want to be brave, when push came to shove, he didn't want to die.
"Saying goodbye, Mr. Castle," the man smiled.
"Goodbye, Mr. Castle," he responded with a hint of humor.
"Too bad you didn't go into comedy," he said with a shrug. "You might have actually made a few laughs. Oh, well…"
"HANDS IN THE AIR!"
Castle jumped, as did the bald man with no name. Both snapped their heads around to find the warehouse suddenly surrounded by officers, and guns aimed directly at the man who kidnapped Castle. He breathed a sigh of relief. It worked.
"I'm sorry, you were saying what about nobody saving me?" he said smartly.
The man glared at him and pulled his gun up only a few inches, his finger lingering on the trigger.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Ryan stated coming into view.
Castle smiled. "You took your time," he said happily.
"I was on a break," he shrugged.
"Glad you could make it!"
"Excuse me?" the bald man said meaning to sound angry, but instead his tone come out evidently confused. "I'm holding a gun!"
"Oh," Esposito said. "I'll take care of that." With a trained police karate kick, he booted the pistol from the man's hands, and Ryan was right there to pull the man's hands behind his back.
Castle was the one who read him his rights. "You have the right to remain silent, if you give up that right you're a douche bag, and you deserve to have some idiot lawyer, who doesn't know what they're doing…"
Ryan suppressed a smile.
The other officers of the precinct had already bound the two guards with handcuffs.
Ryan was the one to untie Castle from the chair.
"Thanks," he said standing and rubbing the place on his wrists where the rope had pinched his skin, leaving it red and raw.
"Anytime," his friend replied. "Kate's waiting to see you. She told me to tell you, to go see her before you do anything else!"
"Right," he nodded moving toward the warehouse exit, as he walked to the waiting police car, he dialed home to let his daughter and mother know that he was safe and sound, and he'd be home soon. Alexis was deeply relieved to hear his voice, and kept asking if he was alright. He assured her that he was and promised to bring home pizza.
Castle waited impatiently for the boys to get back out to the car. Ryan and Esposito said they had to book the man, and would meet him at the hospital as soon as they were done, leaving Castle to take a separate car, with another officer.
They made idle chit-chat as they drove to the hospital, where Kate Beckett was waiting.
I don't know about you, but I think that deserves a review… don't you think *bats eyelashes* this FF started out with LOADS of reviews, and then when I stop asking for them, you don't give 'em to me. I guess that leaves me begging. *drops on hands and knees and pleads pathetically* PLEASE leave a review… even if it's to say how crappy my idea was =)).
Ps. If you think I need a bargaining chip, then I say 'I'll upload when you tell me to'… hehehe =)).
