Title: Kidnapping Castle
Pairing: R. Castle and K. Beckett
Summary: So Castle has managed to endure some hospitality from Maddox but for how much longer will he be able to hang in there, and has the cops, namely Beckett, gotten any closer to finding him?
Disclaimer: I don't own Castle
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Chapter Six:
19 hours after being taken.
KB POV:
Martha had unlocked the safe that Castle had in his office for us; it had been hidden behind a clump of books. The safe had contained a few stacks of hundred dollar notes, some personal documentation and several flash drives, but what held our immediate interest was the pile of police documents.
Montgomery had sent them to Castle right before he had died according to Martha. Gates had been weary of allowing the boys and I to investigate but the amount of people that we could trust with this was severely limited and in the end two stubborn and determined redheads had demanded that I be a part of it.
I had never seen either Martha or Alexis looking quite so fierce.
It didn't take long before we came to the conclusion that we needed to find this mysterious Mr Smith, we could worry about the rest of it later but for now our mission was to save Castle. I was more certain than ever that this was related to my shooting and my mother's murder than before, no ransom call had come in yet and by now if it was about money one should have come in.
We scoured through his phone records only to find out that Mr Smith's number was encrypted. It made my gut churn in unease, hours had passed since he had been taken and we were no closer to finding him.
In desperation I decided to call Evelyn Montgomery to ask her if she knew a Mr Smith, the possibility that it was his real name was very slim but we needed something. We had to get Castle back, there was no other option. And I was more than desperate enough to hope on a long shot.
Michael Smith.
It was a solid lead, now all we had to do was find this Michael Smith and get him to talk.
Ryan ran a search on Smith to see what information we could find, we were hoping for an address but just as we had gotten hopeful our lead was dashed away. Michael Smith was dead.
He had died in a boating accident last week.
I could feel my hopes shattering; he had been the only lead that we had. And now he was dead…
Something didn't feel right, ideas bounced around inside my head trying to come up with theories and ideas. But the only one I could build theories with was Castle, we worked so well together, but Castle wasn't here and I was starting to doubt that we would ever get him back.
Everything was turning into a dead end about this case.
Gates ordered us to pack it up for the night, we could barely keep our eyes open but everyone shared my determination about trying to work through the exhaustion we were feeling. There would be time to sleep once Castle was back safe and sound, it could wait until then. His life was more important than a night's sleep.
But Gates wasn't to be deterred, deciding that it would do no good to argue and that I could carry on once I got back to my apartment I left Castle's loft.
Twenty minutes later I let myself into my apartment, even though I was feeling exhausted there was work to be done still. I had managed to slip one of Castle's flash drives into my pocket when Gates hadn't been looking. With a snap of my wrist I flicked on the light switch, instantly I knew that something wasn't right.
When Gates had called me earlier I had dashed out of the apartment quickly, the place had been untidy, papers strewn about as I investigated. But even then there had been a sort of order to them, to where the piles would go, to the angle of my board.
I had been called a control freak on several occasions and it was true, especially when it came to my surroundings. When it came to my personal environment. All I needed was one glance at the lounge to know that things had been moved.
My gun was out in an instant; my eyes scanned the room trying to pick up on every detail that they could. I couldn't see anyone but that didn't mean that they weren't still here. With cautious steps I made my way further into my apartment, gun raised at shoulder height I started clearing the rooms.
With just my home office to go, a chill went up my spine. Being a cop was dangerous, and after having been one for such a long time I knew immediately when to trust my instincts no matter how strange they might seem.
Ducking down, I felt something swinging through the space my head had just been occupying. I span smoothly on my heel in my crouched position, not bothering to see the face of my assailant I squeezed the trigger without hesitation. But whatever had been swung in the first place made a return trip and this time it was much lower.
The impact to my shoulder immediately saw me dropping my gun, even though the shooting had been months ago I was still healing.
The gun clattered to the floor and I knee was soaring right towards me. I managed to block the blow but the force of the impact was enough to make me stumble, I managed to ignore the impact of my back meeting the desk as a fist came my way.
I knocked his wrist just in time to send the blow glancing off my arm and his fist into the desk instead of me. Instantly I swept out a leg, my foot catching his ankle as my arm shot forward to deliver a blow to his thigh. I had always been fast and agile, my opponent was bigger and stronger than me, but he was slow compare to me.
As I shot up to my full height my elbow connected with his throat, for the first time I could see him properly. I recognised him from one of the photos in the file, he was former military. He had been a sniper.
Chances were he was the sniper that had shot me, rage coursed through my body even stronger than before. Not only had he shot me but he had likely been the one to take Castle.
Blows were quickly exchanged I managed to dodge most of them but he had gotten me a few times with a solid punch, he was far worse off though. My bullet had found a new home in his shoulder and I had used that weakness to my advantage.
The sound of running footfalls reached my ears as I delivered another blow to his jaw, he had also heard them as he froze before running towards the closest window just as two uniforms dashed into the room.
Two uniforms with their guns raised, the one in front took a shot at the man I had been fighting as he jumped through window. But the other was pointing his gun at his partners head, I grabbed a hold of the first uniform easily managing to swing him to the side just as I bullet tore through where he had been moments before.
With my momentum, I automatically raised my leg. The second uniform dropped to the ground with a dull thud, passed out from the hard blow I had delivered to his jaw.
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22 hours after being taken.
RC POV:
I awoke gasping and spluttering for air.
My head was jerking from side to side as I tried to lodge whatever it was that had a hold on my throat and was cutting of my oxygen supply.
It finally stopped; gulping down lungful's of air through watery eyes I stared up into a face I would never forget. The man was back, I felt lightheaded and close to passing out again. I fought the sensations as best as I could though, I had passed out after our last encounter this time I would try to avoid that.
As thoughts started to trickle back into my mind, I realized for the first time that I was cold. Which probably meant it was night time, even though I had started to slowly think again my thoughts seemed to be abstract and random at best.
I noted that he was wearing a thin grey shirt, one without sleeves. It took a few moments before I noticed that he had been patched up recently, it looked to be a hasty job and the wound was still bleeding slightly.
A sort of grim satisfaction over took me as I saw that he had been injured, I hoped it had hurt and that it would continue to do so. If there was such a thing as Karma his arm would rot right off.
I smirked up at him, the bravado that I was feeling was false but I wasn't about to let him think that he was beating me. I was far from defeated even after everything that I had endured at his hands, and I was certain that more was to come; I had no desire to spill my guts.
"Such a pity it wasn't between your eyes." I rasped out, staring him in the eyes with a smirk on my face.
He backhanded me the next moment, my head snapped to the side from the force. Compare to what he had done earlier to me it felt like a love tap. A small chuckle left my mouth as I gazed up at him.
Mocking him was probably not a good idea but it was all that I had left. If he was going to kill me there was nothing that I could do about it in my current situation, I might as well get some sort of entertainment out of it.
My throat was dry and my mouth felt as if though I had liked the entire Sahara desert of its sand, I was thirsty and hungry. But I didn't spare it another thought as his fist collided with my cheek.
"I'll make you talk one way or another." He shouted out before he crouched down to unzip the black bag that held his tools of torture.
He pulled out a metal pipe; it was only 50 centimetres long with a circumference of 6 centimetres. I had a moment to brace myself for the incoming pain, before he swung it like a bat right at my cuffed arm.
I had been stubborn about not crying out loud, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of my voiced pain. But as the metal pipe smashed down on my right forearm with a sickening crack, I could do nothing to stop the sharp cry of pain that escaped my throat.
It was worse than anything I had ever felt and I was certain that the bone was shattered. I rocked back and forth in the chair as a bit down on my lip, my back slamming into the chair again and again. The pain didn't stop; it was the only thing that I could feel.
"I'll kill both you and that Detective if it's the last thing I do!" He raged out, spittle flying from his mouth as a crazed look replaced his usual impassive mask.
Something had happened, something bad for him as he was panicked and desperate to get me to talk. I could only hope that it was something that could get me away from this manic that much sooner.
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AN: Oh Castle maar dinge gaan nie goed vir jou nie. And that's it for this chapter; Maddox is determined to get what he needs from Castle one way or another. Also in the next chapter we will find out if Mr Smith was murdered or not and just what is going on with that second uniform. There is also a little twist to come, happy reading!