Title: Kidnapping Castle
Pairing: R. Castle and K. Beckett
Summary: Beckett has taken a week's leave in order to work Castle's case away from Gates, but what exactly is happening to Castle?
Disclaimer: I don't own Castle
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Chapter Three
Day 1, 6 hours after being taken.
RC POV:
My body ached, my face was stinging in several places no doubt bruised or cut and there was also an unbearable pounding in my head. Similar to what I would have once gotten when experiencing a major hang-over, but I didn't get major hang overs anymore, my days of extreme partying were well and truly behind me.
I struggle to open my eyes, and when they were finally opened all I was met with was pitch black darkness. It was in that instant as my eyes darted wildly around the room that I recalled what had happened. That I remembered the man that had attacked me at the Old Haunt and no doubt drugged me with something, whatever it was that he had used on me was causing a serious headache.
It was too dark to see anything; I couldn't tell if there was someone else in the room with me or not, or even what shape the room was, if there was furniture or even where the door was. I couldn't see anything; it was disconcerting and causing panic to rise up within me. I distractedly hoped that I would be able to push aside my feelings of rising panic.
Looking down at my body, I realized for the first time that I was sitting in a metal chair. Well, more like bound than sitting really, I was cuffed to the chair. Each of my wrists was adorned with shiny metallic cuffs that held them tightly to the arms of the chair. Cuffs that looked remarkably like Beckett's, police issued cuffs, not something that one can just break out of.
Not only were my arms bound but my legs too in the exact same way, there was no getting out of them.
As I tugged and pulled, trying to find some sort of weakness in this set up, I noticed that not even the chair moved. No matter how hard I rocked or bumped against it, it didn't budge which could only mean that it was bolted down onto the floor.
My breath hitched at the realization, there was no way of getting out of here, of escaping my bonds and the chair.
Of escaping this room and my mysterious abductor.
I strain my eyes and ears as I tied to see and hear something, anything, but there was nothing. Just darkness and the sound of my own breathing, whoever the man was, he wasn't in the room with me. I didn't know if it was a good thing or not.
Taking stock of myself, I easily managed to ignore the aches I was feeling as well as the stinging in my face that no doubt was the result of cuts from my fight with the man. But my watch was gone, I had no way of knowing how long it had been since this had all started, my phone wasn't in my pocket nor was my wallet.
I had the urge to fidget, to shake at the bonds that held me in place, to struggle as hard as I could. But it would do no good, so instead; I took a deep breath and focused on staying aware.
Trying not to panic was hard, I wanted to scream and yell but chances were that the person who was responsible for my situation in the first place would be the one to hear me.
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KB POV:
Even though Gates had said that I wasn't working the case and I was officially on leave everything that they had was being shared with me, emails and calls were streaming in. I was being kept in the loop behind the captains back.
Gates would not be pleased if she were to ever find out.
So far a time line had been established; they had pulled Castle's phone records and found that the last call had been from his second ex-wife, Gina, at just before three in the morning. The trace on the phone was all but a bust, at 3:34 am it had moved two blocks before being thrown into an alley.
It was enough to tell us which direction they were going, camera footage had been pulled and so far the vehicle used to transport Castle was a stolen van. All in all there were a few leads; things to investigate that could hopefully turn up the identity of the abductor.
I stared at my make shift board, usually the boards I stared at were murder boards, those were the victim was already dead. I prayed with all my might for Castle to still be alive and well and for him to stay that way.
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DAY 1, 9 hours after being taken.
RC POV:
There was some sort of grinding sound coming from the somewhere in the dark room, it was faint and all to brief. However it was shortly followed up by another sound, one that I didn't have to try and figure out…
Steps.
They were faint, dull echoing's, but after the silence I had endured it felt as if though they were all but deafeningly loud. They were slowly approaching me; there was no haste to them. Slow and sure steps.
I stared into the darkness that surrounded me, trying to see the person that was approaching but I couldn't. It was too dark, and then it wasn't.
I flinched into the chair, my eyes slamming shut as I tried to block out the suddenly blinding light. After spending so much time in the dark the bright light was painful on my eyes. I forced my eyes open, trying to see as much as I could. But I had to narrow my eyes; I was bathed in a small pool of light.
Still, I couldn't see anything of importance. The chair I was bound to was metal and the floor was a smooth concrete. My shadow was swallowed in darkness several feet away from me, the darkness that was not deterred by the light in the slightest.
I couldn't see the walls, the roof, a door, nothing.
"Richard Castle." A voice spoke, it was masculine.
Maybe it was the same man from before, the one who had attacked me at the Old Haunt.
I stayed quiet as I stared ahead, trying to see past the bright light, trying to see who it was that was talking. But all I saw was the faint outline of a shadow.
"I have some questions, and if you answer them satisfactory, I shall let you live." The disembodied voice said, his voice was sinister.
It sent chills up my spine, remembering the dark eyes of the man who had attacked me at the pub I just knew that it was him. I didn't believe his words for a second, he no doubt had questions and expected answers from me, but I knew that as soon as I gave him the answers that he needed he wouldn't keep his word.
He would kill me.
I remained quiet, normally it was a challenge to get me to shut my mouth, and now it was going to have to be the other way around.
My life depended on it and I was far from ready to die.
"Who does Detective Beckett suspect of killing her mother?" He asked, not caring about a reply it would seem.
I clenched my jaw to hold in the gasp of surprise that wanted to escape me upon hearing his question. Beckett… This was about Kate. I had been determined to keep my mouth shut before to make sure that I stayed alive as long as possible, now though, well I would rather bite my own tongue off before I gave him anything.
I could still remember the day that Beckett was shot. Watching on helplessly as she was busy dying in my arms with a bullet lodged in her chest, the light leaving her eyes as her blood stained the green grass around us. I could never forget it. I would never forget it, and I would do everything that I could to keep her safe no matter the situation.
I was in love with her, madly and foolishly in love. Protecting her was always something that I would try to do. This was no different to me, even if I had to sacrifice my own life for her safety, I would do it. I would do whatever was needed to keep her safe no matter the price.
If he wanted answers about Beckett, he had picked the wrong person to abduct. I just hoped that I would be able to stay alive long enough to be found.
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AN: A brave and determined Castle, but can his resolve be shattered? Let me know what you think of the story so far if you have a spare moment. There will be different POV's and in the next chapter we will see how Martha and Alexis are doing. Beckett is still investigating and Castle isn't about to go anywhere anytime soon.