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The next day Castle packs and just bides his time until he can go get his partner for their weekend getaway. Just before he walks out the door, he gets another phone call, the same number as last night. He decides not to answer it. He grabs his bags, tells Martha goodbye, and leaves a note for Alexis to read after school. Just before he gets into the car, he gets another phone call, same number, and silences the ring. He hops in the car and heads towards the 12th.

At the precinct, Beckett is finishing up her stacks upon stacks of paper work just as fast as she can, hoping no one out there has the idea of committing murder today. She has made a point to not look at the clock so the day will go by faster. "So, any special plans for your weekend away?" Ryan asks

"No, nothing that I'm aware of. Just being away from you is special enough" she jokes.

"What time is he supposed to come and get you?" Esposito questions

"5. Why?"

"Beckett…"she turns and looks at Espo "…its 5:30, where the hell could he be?"

It wasn't like Castle to be late. Even if he was late, he usually called. She thinks to herself that he's probably just running late, and stuck in traffic. He should be along shortly. Twenty more minutes go by and still no Castle. She decides to find out where he is. She calls him from her speed-dial; it rings a few times and goes straight to voicemail. Something is up. She catches Ryan and Espo just as they are getting ready to go home for the day "Hey guys, have you heard from Castle today at all?"

"Yeah" Espo replies, "He was asking this morning what your favorite flower was. Why?"

"Well he was supposed to be here to pick me up and I haven't heard from him all day."

"Try calling his mom, I'm sure she knows where he is."

"Yeah I'll try that. Thanks" Both Ryan and Esposito are standing with Beckett in the foyer just in front of the elevator, waiting to make sure she gets ahold of him. After all, he was their friend too, and they were starting to get concerned just as Beckett had.

"Detective, what kind of trouble has my son gotten you into now?"

"Hi Martha, have you heard from Castle recently?"

"Why of course darling, last I saw him he was rushing out the door to get you about 3:00"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes im sure"

"ok thanks Martha"

"Is something wrong dear"

"No, it's just that I haven't heard from him all day. He never came to pick me up"

"Something must be wrong. It's not like Richard to not come get you."

"Yeah that doesn't sound like Martha, we'll find him"

Ryan and Esposito are waiting to hear the news from Martha, but all Kate could do was put her phone down, sit down and take a deep breathe. She can't imagine where he was. They weren't investigating anything, so what could he have gotten into?

"Yo Beckett, what'd she say" Esposito asks as him and his partner made their way to Beckett's Desk.

"She said that the last time she saw him, he was on his way here about 3:00"

Castle awakens in groggy haze. He can't really remember how he got here or where 'here' even is. Last thing he remembered, he was in his car on the way to the precinct to get Beckett for their weekend. He couldn't believe it. This was such bad timing. Getting kidnapped next week would've been fine, but nooooo. Just before his weekend with Beckett, something had to go wrong. Typical.

"Ok Castle, you're the writer, how would you have gotten here" he thinks to himself. "Probably drugged. Maybe that's that taste in my mouth." He swishes his tongue around his mouth and smacks his lips. "Yep, that's the taste of chloroform. Like a bunch of pennies rolling in your mouth"

He rolls off this make-shift bed with a wire frame and nearly hits his head on the sink on the wall next to it. He wonders why he isn't tied up or bound in any way. He looks around the room and sees a window. Higher than his reach can extend with bars surrounding it, and the glass looks pretty thick. It is probably too thick to call for help. Oh yeah call. He checks his pants for his cell phone or anything left in the pockets. Nothing left but lint. "Well this isn't going well" No time for foolish theories. It's all fun and games when he is doing it to annoy Beckett and the others, but this is a real situation. Time to be serious. He looks around the room for any clues to his location. The walls are covered in a white khaki paint that is peeling off, with rust layering on the walls that lie underneath. This place looks like a prison cell. Maybe he is on Alcatraz. How could he have gotten all the way to San Francisco? No way its Alcatraz. Maybe it is some abandoned prison in NYC. He jumps up to look out the window, holding on to it by the bars that guard it. Out the window he could see nothing but dirt, and fog. The window itself was old and dirty. Caked with a layer of dust.

"Why do they want me?" he wonders. There really isn't anything that he could've done, at least recently, to anger someone enough to kidnap him.

All of a sudden the door busts open and three men come in wearing ski masks. Castle immediately releases the window and stands tall and puffs his chest out. "Maybe a macho man style could make me seem formidable" he thinks. The taller guy in the middle lands a strong squared-up punch delivered right to Castle's stomach, causing him to instantly drop to his knees, coughing. "You didn't even ask me anything" he wheezes, looking up from his knees.

The tall man pounds Castle's left cheek with a strong right hook. Castle goes all the way down to the ground again, bleeding from his cheek. He expected another punch to the face, only to hear the sound of the door closing behind the men as they leave. He scrapes himself off the mud covered concrete floor and staggers to his feet. He wipes his check with his left hand revealing the crimson liquid dripping from his face. "Ok so the macho thing didn't help".

After all that transpired in the last minute, he stopped to think. I'm sure Beckett and the guys have started to look for me. Once he thought of her name, she was all he could think about. What he would give to be with her right now. To see her gorgeous smile, with her warming personality would be ethereal. He started to think of how they are when they are together. She is now single, and after this, he has no excuse to not tell her how he feels. This dance they play has gone on far enough. No matter how she feels, she has to know. With the way she acts around him, he knew she would feel the same. Even if she didn't, it wouldn't matter. He could finally know where he stood with her

He sees a mirror on the wall just above a sink, close to the bed where he had awoken. He looks in it, gazing at the fresh gash on his face. "What have you gotten yourself into this time?"