"No Kate ...please make this just a dream, a nightmare ..." The writer said with tears in his eyes.

"Rick." A hand passes through his hair affectionately. "Rick quiet, quiet".

It was a familiar voice, it was bringing him back to the real world, making everything from that other world vanish, slowly his ears allowed him to recognize where he was. It was the precinct, specifically the break room and he was on the couch. He hoped that that hand was from of Kate that was sitting next to him, but it wasn't, it was Martha trying to wake him from a nightmare that was causing so much suffering, he had to rest not to suffer.

"Mother..."

She knew that no word she could pronounce would make him feel better, so she just gave him a hug of containment as a mother gives to a little kid when he have a nightmare.

"You should go home to take a shower and change."

"Yes, I think that it would be the best, and... thank you for waking me up".

He putted on his coat and took the elevator. He was still a little tired.

While on his way to the loft pictures of what happened returned to his head like flashes. They had taken Kate; he was sure they were Tyson and Nieman but they couldn't prove it.

They had found a camera that captured when Beckett was carried in a wheelchair, immobile for the injection she had been given, but Lanie had said that on the side where they had given her the injection she was still not yet unconscious, only helpless and Castle was fully aware that she was terrified.

He blinked and realized this was his subway stop, passed through the gates and made his way to the surface.

He walked with his mind blank until suddenly a car passed quickly in front of him with bright lights reflecting in the mirror store behind Castle.

The wink from Tyson, the 'It's done', the call that answered by Nieman with a macabre smile. All accompanied by the song 'We will meet again' that from the beginning of the case was looping inside his head.

All that came into his head in milliseconds, he took a deep breath trying to calm down and continued.

Once he was in the loft he went straight to the bathroom and stood under the hot spray of the shower. Static, thoughtful, scared and determined. He would find her at any cost. He had already dreamed about losing forever the love of his life and holding her lifeless body in his arms. He was determined not to let it happen in reality.

He dried himself and went straight to the dressing room, took a blue shirt, black pants and a black coat. Then he went to his office and picked up the painting of the stairs behind this desk, there embedded in the wall was a safe box. He moved the wheel 1-12-23-1-25-19 by clicking the box door opened and with a couple of other very secret and important things for him in the shadows there was a Glock. Impassive he took it out of there, observed it found that he had ammo, finally put the safety catch and put it in the back of his pants. He closed the box and returned to put the picture in place.

He took a taxi and returned to remember while he was sat there.

On the darkness of night the crystals of the Crown Victoria were covered with dew. Espo pointed his flashlight into the back glass highlighting the words 'Help her' written there.

"Who did it?" Castle asked.

"Just as the other times we haven't found any camera that has captured it..." Ryan

Espo interrupted him and ended the phrase "We believe that it may have been the one how took her".

The taxi driver brought him back to the present "It's 9.50 dollars". Castle gives the man twelve, "thank you" and gets out of the vehicle. Now he was standing in front of Tyson's flat. He stood in the cold sidewalk and looked at the brick building. Breathe in deeply and said "I'll find Kate, hold on".

He hit the door with the hand and after a few seconds a man's head looks out the door ajar.

"Oh, noo... noo. I told you that I'm not... " Tyson responded to the Castle that was at the other side of the door. But he interrupted him by opening the door of a coup, causing Tyson hitting his face and shut up to the floor.

"Ahh! Ohh! "He shouted from the blow as he turned away awkwardly from Castle that was inexpressive closing the door.

"Where is she?" He asked as he approached.

"Get out of here!"

He continued. "Is she alive?" Said bending over and grabbing the man's shirt.

"Help! I need help! Get off of me!" Replied the man screaming for help. "Get off."

Castle lifted him and held him firmly against the wall without releasing him. With a more aggressive tone and asked again. "Where is she?"

"I Told You I do not know". The frightened man said.

"Hah? Why did you do it Tyson? For revenge?" he made a slight pause," It Makes You Happy? "The muscles of his whole body were tense by adrenaline mixed with fury, grabbing Tyson hard.

"I didn't do anything. You got the wrong guy. "

"Don't lie to me. Where is she? "He asked and then throw him up against a shelf across the room.

"No..Noo!" Shouted Tyson as he flew through the air and crashed with shelving.

Again his tone was impassive. "You planned this. You and Nieman ... but it ends tonight ".

The man took one of the shelves out of his face and trying to rejoin answered "Go to hell!"

He pulled the Glock that was in the back of the pants and pointed to Tyson's head. No fear, no doubt, he was determined to find Kate. "Where is she?"

The man who had just begun to incorporate was now terrified. "Hey hey wait a minute man. Wait a minute".

"Tell me where she is, Tyson or so help me God!" The man lifting the hands said. "I'm not Tyson. He just wants you to think I am".

"Where is she?" Castle said moving forward.

"But I didn't do it. I didn't do any of this". The man was kneeling in front of Castle over the rubble to be on the threshold of the door leading to the next room. "I'm not him! Dr Nieman just made me to look like him but I'm not him". The man said ready to cry.

Castle kept asking with the same tone as before. "Where is she?"

The man pleading for his life with raised hands and on the verge of crying said "My name is Michael Boadreau. I swear. I was born in Iowa I was raised in 11725 Reshinol Street. My parents' names are Michael and Lauren. I'm not Jerry Tyson I'm not! I swear". He had already started to cry before reaching the half of the sentence.

Castle ignoring what the man just had said said. "I don't believe you. No". He unlocked the gun, "Last chance".

"Don't! Don't please!"

"Where is she?"

The sound of a blow made him remember the words of Captain Gates. "We can't touch them until we have proof".

And his desperate response. "Then should be late!"

The blow had awakened this memory Espo and Ryan were coming to stop him before he did something to make the situation worse.