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"I definitely don't know what you're talking about but I'm sure we can figure it out" Castle explains, trying to calm his madman captor. "Why do you think that I would have this key?"
"You recently bought a bottle of whiskey from the NYPD public auction, did you not?" George questions Castle pacing about the room with a folder in his arms.
"How do you know about that?" a quick smack in the face reminded him: "OK. You're the one asking the questions"
"Now you're learning" the man says.
"Yes I got one from the police auction. It arrived to my apartment yesterday"
"Did you look at it, once it arrived?
"I just glanced at it and put it into a box so it would stay protected. It's a gift for a special friend…"
"You mean your friend Detective Beckett?"
Castle didn't answer; he just glared back at 'George' with anger writ across his face. He knew he was barking up the wrong tree. Messing with him wasn't that bad. If he messed with Beckett, he would get not only Castle's wrath, but that wrath of Beckett and that was something to fear.
"Well Mr. Castle I'm going to need you to tell me where that bottle is"
"I can do even better, I can have someone deliver it to you" Castle says. He knows it was his only shot to try and let Beckett know where he is.
"That's not a bad idea." George tosses castle a cell phone, and pulls out a .45 pistol. "Now this is how this is going to go. You're going to call you're going to call someone, not the cops, and have them place that bottle in your mailbox in the lobby of your building. One of my associates will be by later to pick up the bottle. If that bottle isn't there, or you give them my name, or you give them any signal as to where we are, or anything suspicious happens, I will kill you, your daughter, your mother, and that pretty girlfriend of yours."
Castle gives George one last glance, and cocks his pistol as Castle dials the number he hopes will save him.
Kate impatiently waits for the door to open. Martha opens the door and Kate rushes in. "thanks Martha, where is it?"
"I believe it's in his safe in his office."
Kate slightly chuckled at the fact that Castle had a safe. She should've guessed that.
"Do you know the code?" she questions Martha.
"Well actually, you do. It's your birthday. Month and day"
A slight tear came to Beckett's eye. This ruggedly handsome man had cared about her more than she knew. She quickly wipes away the sparkling drip in her vision, hoping Martha wouldn't see it. She must have, because she placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Kate opened the safe to find a tall red box with white ribbons and a large white bow resting in the top. She hated to do it, but she unwraps the box and opens it revealing the bottle of whiskey she is all too familiar with. They had a whole murder case surrounding these bottles.
She had another tear surprise her, placing itself just below her eye, and sliding down her cheek. She knew how much this bottle meant to Castle, and the fact that he was going to give it to her was a testament to his generosity. She slides the bottle out of the box to reveal its hazel glow. The red bottle shines brighter and clearer than she remembered. She inspected its yellow label, and the contents of the bottle. Nothing stood out of the ordinary. As she rotated the bottle to inspect the other side of it, she felt something behind the label. She shredded open the label and a key slid out onto the dark redwood floors of the Castle household. Both Beckett and Martha are puzzled and inquisitively look at each other for answers.
Beckett squats down, and picks up the key. As she is inspecting it, she notices that this is a small key, one that goes to a mailbox or something similar. It was too short to open any door. Perhaps it was to a locker.
Her phone rings and answers it instinctively with "Beckett"
It's Esposito. "Yo we got something from the museum. They bought all the bottles from the auction not too long after Castle got his. The museum director said that their crew that was setting up the display for the bottles were complaining of a janitor stalking them. We went over the security footage the museum sent us and got a face. Samuel Sarentos. Did a nickel up in Jersey for B and E about six years ago. CSU confirms it was his fingerprints on the bottle that killed Sharon White. We put an APB out on him, and sent uni's to his apartment but no one was there. You find anything out with Sharon's friends?"
"No leads there" She says still inspecting the key, "but I think one just fell into my lap".
"What is it?"
"A key hidden in the label of the bottle Castle bought. Maybe it was something this guy was looking for"
"Any idea what it goes to?"
"No idea. Let's dig into Sarentos and see what we find. There's bound to be something that will stand out."
"You got it"
Kate hung up the phone, but it continued to make noise. She looked at the caller ID and it was listed as unknown. She answered it, again, as she always did in her professional voice.
"Beckett"
"…hey, I just wanted to let you know that I am alright"
"CASTLE!?" Beckett yells, caught off guard.
So she finally hears from Castle knowing he's alive. How will the next events unfold? Only one way to know! Keep Rating and Reviewing!