AN: This fanfic is supposed to be spoiler free and therefore it should be possible to be read at any time.

At the moment I plan to write it with a medium use of violence like every other crime story, so I guess a T+13 rating should be covering it.

I try my best at proofreading, but English is not my first language and I will be grateful for style/grammar advise. I am sure that a couple of times I used the wrong tense, example: used simple past where past perfect should be used. Also I try to write as much as possible in 3rd person, so far I only needed 1st person for only some Castle scenes, because it is easier that way.

And I hope that I neither killed the English language nor butchered a nice storyline for my readers.

And kudos to all the other writers, because I realized now how hard it is to put the visions of a story into written form.

Last but not least: I don't own Castle, and I came up with this plot and wrote it on my own, so no copyright violation intended.

Lost Castle

Castles apartment:

The living room is a mess, empty bottles are lying around and the furniture is moved. And this is not restricted to the living room, all rooms looks that way. But Rick Castle is preparing breakfast for his loved ones. The smell of bananas and cinnamon is flowing from the stove into the rest of the room. Fast foot steps on the staircase and a redhead in her school uniform arrives into the kitchen.

'Where are the pancakes and the scrambled eggs, Dad?'

'Good morning to you to, pumpkin. Take a look around. Someone had a party last night and they had a late night snack, so no eggs and bacon. And the flour for the pancakes, lets say it is now hazardous waste. So I had no choice but do prepare porridge.'

'Yuck', and a pair of rolling eyes is the answer of his daughter.

'Come on, you were 6 years old and liked it. At least try it.'

' That is 10 years history, Dad' is her reply underlined with a shrug as she takes a peak into the pot. ' I don't want to go down memory lane with this slimy something. Where is grandma anyway?'

Now he lifts his shoulders up,' You know her as good as me, she left with the last party guest and is most likely still on the prowl. And I am disappointed in you Alexis, only because the porridge is on the slimy side it doesn't mean it can't taste good.' 'Have a spoon full and if you don't like it spit it out, but try it at least', is his last appeal on his daughter.

'Sorry, Dad. Have to go or I will be late for school' is her easy way out of the situation.

'But you need something for breakfast!'

'I will grab something on the way' and with that she grabs her schoolbag and is out of the door. While, with a reminiscent expression on his face, Castle is looking at the door, he picks up a spoon and dips it into the porridge. As he put it into his mouth, he starts to move hectic. 'Hot, hot, aaaarg hot and tasty' mutters he.

Exit of the building complex:

'There she is, Rick should be alone now', says a woman in a blue leather coat, sunglasses and a baseball cap, which makes it hard to recognize the person, as Alexis leaves the building. 'Time to move', is the feint whisper heard by an employee in the building. As the elevator doors are closing, she removes the cap and glasses.

Castles apartment:

Rick hears the knock on the door, putting down his spoon into the plate with the porridge. He stands up and with a grin he starts toward the door nearly falling over an empty bottle of champagne. 'Changed your mind, pumpkin', he states. Taking a quick look through the spy hole in the door he sees a familiar person outside the door turning the back towards the door. But who else he knows wears these leather coats. 'What a nice surprise from my favorite detective to help me cleaning up this mess or to pick me up for another interesting day at the precinct.' As the person turns around he starts to stutter and stumble back into the apartment: 'Wait ... What's the meaning ...'

Outside Castles apartment:

She has already closed the gap to the door, so that only her back was outside the apartment and with the last step she is inside. She uses her left hand to give the door a thug to get it closed and steps further into the living room. And if there would have been any observer, he would be able to catch a glimpse of the Kel-Tec PF-9 held with her right hand pointing inside the room. 'What is the meaning of this,' Rick Castle wants to know more resolute now, but still a little bit high pitched. Somebody moves inside the apartment and with the door falling into the lock, one could believe it sounded like a gunshot and two bodies hitting the floor.

The precinct:

Detective Kate Beckett enters the hallway to her cubicle, vigorously rubbing at a stain on her blue blouse with a wet paper towel. Just as she walks past the break room Detective Esposito comes out of it, holding a fresh brewed cup of coffee in his hands. 'Morning, Beckett,' he started, taking a good look at the wet and brownish spot on the blouse, ' What happened?'

'Morning Esposito, some jerk spilled his Late on me and as if that wasn't enough tried to twiddle with the better parts of me', she explains in anger.

'Poor guy! Where is Castle by the way? Normally he waits for you with a nice cup of coffee,' replies Esposito.

'Not today, he called in earlier that his mother had a wild party last night, while we finished our last case, and he has to clean up the pigpen before it starts to smell.' 'Another poor guy, no party but cleaning duties,' says a smirking Esposito. Meanwhile they arrive at their desks, where Ryan is filling out reports.

'New cases which needs attention, Ryan,' Kate asks for an update.

'Nope, at least not for you and Castle, it seems we have a Bill killed Jill over Bob, but Esposito and me have it all covered so far.'

'OK, then I will take a break and change clothes, bring my jacket and blouse to a dry cleaner and drop of a package. I will be back in about an hour, if anything comes up, call me.' 'Yeah, boss,' the two replies in unisono.

Somewhere:

A dark, confined place with the sound of traffic is all what Rick Castle realize as he comes back to his senses. That and a pain he never experienced before in his left leg. 'Mhhasdf' come only out as he yells and he understands, not only is he gagged, but also are his hands handcuffed behind his back and his legs bound together with a crude cord. As he tries to get into a more comfortable position, the penny dropped, he is in a trunk. He is impressed by himself, because of the shock of what just happened it only took him so long to realize this. Wheezing he gets into a better position and just as he starts to make plans to get out of the trunk, the car hid something, if it is a curb, speed bump or a pothole doesn't matter. Only the effect it has on Rick counts, it send his head snapping upward, hitting the trunk lid with his forehead. The pain sends him back into the darkness of unconsciousness.