Back in Castle's cell, he is still trying to figure out what they want from him. He's trying to figure out what they want with him. "ok let's do this the Beckett way. I wasn't tied up, and they didn't ask me anything, just hit me right away, so they are going for intimidation. They want to intimidate me to get information from me. But what do they want to know?"

The door to his 'room' flies open, and now it's just one guy; the tall guy. Still wearing a ski mask, he brings a wooden chair in turns it backwards and sits down in it. He waves his hand toward the bed Castle woke up on motioning to him to sit down. "I'll stand thanks" he says sarcastically. The tall guy stands up and pummels Castle's torso for a second time, this time much harder than the first.

"No, I think you'll sit" the man says.

Castle coughing after that punch, "that was my second choice". He sits on the bed and examines the man sitting in front of him. He knows from experience that anything he can recognize now will help them ID this guy later. The man has a British accent. He notices a scar across the man's right forearm and a tattoo on his index finger of a pistol. Well that's not a good sign.

"What do you want from me?" He questions

"I just want to have a little chat with my favorite writer"

"What's wrong with sending an email?"

"No one's got time for that computer Shiite. I want something, and you're going to help me get it."

"What do you want?"

"A key"

"A key? What key?"

"A key that you and your NYPD blokes stole from me, and I want it back"

"What is the key for?" The tall guy jerks up in response and throws the chair against the wall, smashing it to pieces.

"I'm the one asking the questions!"

Castle swallows hard as he realizes, this guy is crazy, and very serious. So serious, he pulls out a knife. "Now you're going to give me that key, or I'll kill you, your mum, and your little girl!" Castle tries his hardest to keep his cool. Obviously this guy has been following him around and taking notes. "It's ok though" he thinks "Beckett has started to look for me, and once she starts, there is no stopping her". It was one of the things he loved about her.

"Look….."

"….call me George"

"George….there is no reason to hurt anyone. I can help you get you what you want. I can't do that, if I'm dead, so let's calm down, put down the knife, and talk about it"

"Alright pretty boy…" he says as he closes the knife and puts it back in his pocket, "…where's my key?"

Beckett and the team just finished their canvas of Sharon's building as CSU sweeps the place. They are standing just outside the apartment in the hall, looking over her notes from the interviews when Ryan comes out holding a bag with a broken red bottle in it.

"CSU found this during their sweep"

"That's one of bottles of whiskey from Jimmy Walker's secret stash we got from the Old Haunt. How did it get here?" she questions

Esposito comes from down the hall "Yo, turns out, it came from us." Beckett and Ryan look at him puzzled. "The NYPD put the bottles up for auction, going at about $3,000 a bottle. Considerably less than they were valued there was only thought to be one."

"If those bottles were going on auction, you know the first person who would know about it..?" Everyone looks at Beckett waiting for her to answer her own question. "…Castle".

The anticipation is killing her. She has to figure this out fast, or Castle may not be alive for too much longer. She can't lose him. She couldn't imagine her life without the writer by her side. She had made so many changes in her life due to Castle being there. Since he has been shadowing her, she felt little more at ease. She could laugh a little easier. She could have fun again. Things between them had just started to heat up. She had a slight taste of that heat on the plane ride back from LA, and like a sweet delicacy, she wanted more.

Beckett whips out her phone and calls Martha. It rings a few times. Martha answering the phone switches her back to Detective mode.

"Detective Beckett, what have you found out?"

"We don't know much yet, but let me ask you something. Did Castle buy a bottle of whiskey from the NYPD auction?"

"Why yes dear he did. He bought it just the other day for you for Christmas".

"Okay thanks Martha. We'll let you know what we find out" She hangs up the phone and turns to Ryan and Esposito. "Yep. Castle definitely got one"

"There has to be a connection between these bottles and our killer" Ryan says

"…and whoever killed Sharon has Castle" added Beckett.

The not-knowing made it difficult for her. She didn't know if he was dead somewhere like Sharon, or alive and just being held captive. It tore her stomach into twenty knots. She had to find something to make her feel better. There was nothing that was sold in a bottle, or sold at any drug store. There wasn't any product anywhere that could give her the satisfaction she so desperately desired. There was only one thing that could do that: Castle.

They took off to the precinct to gather more information about the auction. Upon arrival, the team went to their respective desks desperately searching for information about this auction they held.

"Yo! I got something" Esposito shouts, bringing Beckett and Ryan to his desk.

"It's a list of all the items sold from the auction. It says right here, twenty three bottles were sold to the American Museum of Natural History, one to Sharon White and one to Richard Castle." You guys go down there and talk to the people at the museum, I'll talk to Sharon's friends and see if I can find anything" Like a football huddle, everyone breaks at once and gets to work.

Beckett calls some of the people she had on her list to talk to, and nothing about Sharon's life seemed out of the ordinary. Usually there was at least some creepy guy following her, or some argument a few days ago. Something. She had absolutely no reason to die, so why would someone want to kill her? What was so special about those bottles? She decided to get a cup of coffee and try to think outside the box. Something Castle was usually good at.

As she walks back to her desk with her fresh cappuccino. She sought solace in the warm brown fluid. Castle could always make it the way she like it. Come to think of it, she had never told him how she liked it. He must've figured it out by trial and error.

She couldn't help but notice the empty chair next to her desk. Seeing the material and the dark colors of the cushion reminded her that there was no one sitting there. She couldn't help but sit at her desk and just stare at the empty seat. For so long, that chair in her life was always full. She never realized how lucky she was for someone to want to be there with her, through thick and thin. Sure she had some fights with Castle in the past. This was different. She needed him.

Then something broke her thought process, and gave her an idea. "What is so special in that bottle that he would be kidnapped for?" She pulls out her phone and calls Martha, as she races toward the precincts' elevator.