Through my lovers eyes
by missteff
June 2014
chatper 7

Willow Creek Bar

This is what they call a bar? I asks as I see the building in person. It looks like a dump, it has bars on the windows. I didn't really want to go into a place like that. But I knew if I didn't I wouldn't see my bride to be. I step in. The bells overhead rang out. Why? Is not like anyone was going to greet me anyway. No one even looks my direction. It didn't take me long to find her in this place. She was the only one in a dress.

"So this is where you met your husband?" I question seeing my bride-to-be sitting at the bar alone with an empty glass in front of her. I wonder how much she has had to drink tonight. I quietly make my way towards her. Well, she wont be much longer. now that I'm here.

"May I buy you a drink ma'am?"

"Castle," she quickly turns her head my direction.

"Hey," Grinning at her I held out my hand. She jumps up, almost knocking over the stool she was sitting on. Grabs me in her arms holding me a little too tight but I'm not going to complain. It was good to feel her arms wrapped around me again. Gliding my lips softly over hers, I start to kiss her passionately. My blood surges to new heights through my veins as I taste her hungry, throbbing lips that are desperately attacking my own. Glancing around the poorly lit bar, I notice that people are staring at us. What they never seen two people kiss passionately before.

"Let's sit before we..." I lift my eyes brows. "Make a scene, that's the last thing we want."

"Thanks for coming up, babe. I'm so sorry about this whole mess." We sit, down at the bar, people still eyeing us. What is with that?

"Oh, what's a fiancee for if not to help find his future wife's current husband?" she scoffs, "And besides Alexis and Mother will get far more done without my interference."

"I just hope that all their work is not for nothing." She turns her head some.

"Why would you say that?" I look her in the face. "We will get through this." I cover her hands with mine.

"Castle, sitting in here...talking-it's not helping,"

"No but," I point to her phone as it lights up. "That might."

"How?"

"Spidy senses?" I shrugging my shoulders at her. Beckett slides her fingers across the screen of her phone, then picks it up.

"Beckett," she answers, like she always does.

"Where are you girlfriend?" asks a familiar voice.

"Laine,- what?-Wait I can't hear you," she switches the phone to her other ear.

"I still can't hear. wait a second." Beckett heads for the door, smiling I follow. We find the nearest bench and sit down. "That's better. so what were you saying."

"I was just checking in, I haven't heard from you all day. Esposito told me about all that had been going on and...girl I'm sorry."

I see Beckett swallow.

"He told you everything?" she quickly glances at me then away turning her body some,

"Moving a wedding is not an easy task but..." Beckett's expression changing.

what did her friend tell or her say to her?

"What? You're with Alexis and Martha right now," I see her swallow again. "in the Hampton's?" We both lock eyes.

Did my mother open her big mouth and spill the beans about where we were?

"Yes, were are going up there after we pick up somethings. I couldn't let them do this without me, I'm your maid of honor."

"I just...I don't..." There Beckett goes getting a sudden nervous sign, one that I always get.

"Be with your fiancée. We got things under control,"

"She says they have everything under control, except one thing me," she whispers at me. I almost laugh at that. I shook my head.

"Beckett, Beckett, Beckett." I whisper back, wagging my finger back and forth. no one could control Beckett not even me. I came very close once.

"Do what you need to need to do, girl. We'll have a newlyweds spa day when you get back from your honeymoon."

"Yeah Lanie, look, I don' t know when..."

"It's fine, I'll go by and pick up your dress. It will be there waiting for you. No worries, what ever you guys are doing, keep at it."

"Okay and Lanie thanks. I owe you."

"That's why I'm here." Beckett hangs up ends the conversation with Lanie.

"Assuming we get there at all." She looks at me. "Are we crazy for going ahead with this?" I place my arm around her. She snuggles closer to me.

"Yes. But what other choice do we have? Look, I don't want to have a makeup wedding in a few months. I want to do this now. So let's find this husband of yours and get married tomorrow." Standing up, holding out my hand, "So what's our next move, in finding this guy?"

"Next move?" she questions, as if this was something new concept that i made up.

"Plan, than. what ever you want to call it-we just have to have one."

"We could start with his ex's." she reaches in her back pocket of her pants and pulls out a small notebook.

"ex's-" I frown at her.

"Apparently one of many-" she flips through her pages of her notepad. "This one," she points to the name, Tildy. "but this last one he was living with so, should start there."

"They lived together? While he was still married-"

"Castle," she turns her head from me.

"Sorry, I-"

"Any way, if we're lucky she'll be able to tell us what kind of mess he was mixed up in." Beckett climbs the stairs and knocks on a door.

"Can I help you?" Cloris Maguire, an older woman asks us standing the doorway of the two story house.

"Uh .. hi, ma'am." Beckett holds up her id badge for the woman to read, "NYPD. We're looking for Rogan O'Leary."

"Well if you find him you can keep him." she responds, looking between Beckett and me.

"Stop it, mama." Tildy her daughter, yells from the yard. She looks at Beckett "Hey, you were the one in the bar yesterday."

"Yeah," Beckett sighs, "I was hoping that Mr. O'Leary could help us with," she pauses to make up a lie. Slightly shrugging, she needs my option.

"An old case," I comment seeing she doesn't like to lie to people all that much. I on the other hand like to let's just say make things up. I wrinkle my face, my way of telling her she's got this from here.

"We're working on a cold case." Bekett chimes back in. "His name came up in a report-"

"I'm not surprised." Cloris responds getting all of us to turn her direction.

"But, it seems that he was abducted last night."

"By who exactly?" There was not concern in Tildy's voice for Rogan at all. She must really not like the guy just as much as her mother seemed too.

"We were hoping you could tell us." It was obvious that this woman wasn't going to tell much of anything to another woman or a cop even if she did know.

"Wasn't me." Tildy mother answers, looking straight at me with a smiling an evil grin. "I'd offered him."

"Mama, that's enough." Tidly walks up to her mother.

"Look, he was taken by two men in a rusty pickup truck. Do you have any idea who they were?" Beckett asks trying to get some answers out of the women. She better hurry cause we are running out of daylight hours.

"No. Don't know who that could be but he's always working crazy angles, pissing people off." Tildy says, staring at her mother.

"Is that why you left him?" I had to ask her that question, cause something sure pissed her off not to talk about the man.

"No. I was used to that. But he took money from me for one of his schemes. Said he was going to make us rich. He lost it all, of course. And now I might lose my bar. The thing is, in spite of it all," she sighs, "I love him. I mean, I can overlook the fact that he's not a regular job kind of guy or that he can't marry me while his wife's in a coma –" Beckett and I share a startled look at that information. " – but he should have never put my bar in jeopardy or so I thought."

"I'm sorry, he said that he had a wife?" Beckett voice starts to get that angry tone in it. One I cringe to hear. One that tells me now she's pissed, I wouldn't want to be Rogan now.

"A wife in a coma." Cloris chimes in turn away from us. I chuckle under my breath. That was a good one.

"Yeah. He married her in college, she got in an accident, and has been in a coma fifteen years." I would have never thought of something that extreme.

Really that was what he's going with a coma for 15 years. That was kind of brilliant, if you think about it. Tildy shakes her head. "Katie- something another, he called her kit-cat." Beckett covers her jaw drop.

"It's kind of tragic, really." Tildy continues on.

"So very tragic." I add, trying to keep from busting out laughing at this guy story. I knew that Beckett would ring my neck if I made fun of any of this.

"So um-" Beckett composes herself. "Did he mention any trouble yesterday? Or say anything about you having something in your possession that he urgently needed? Something in the garage or house?"

"Actually, yeah." Tildy looks at her mother then back at Beckett. "He said he needed the laptop I took from his apartment. Said he needed it right away."

"Did he say why?" I asks, what does a computer have to do with any of this? A computer doesn't get you kidnapped what's on it might though.

"No, but since it's my laptop I figured it was a line of bull. That he wanted me to give it up so that he could sell if for the money." I turn to Beckett, "Given how anxious he was to get his hands on it it might have something to do with his abduction."

"Tildy, could we borrow that laptop?" Beckett asks her knowing that when I mention one of my theories even the wild ones. I'm usually right on. That's what made us great partners. Off Tildy's confusing look, Beckett adds. "It might help us find him."

"We are trained professionals." I comment to make it sound good. That was almost the truth, I always thought I was. Beckett prove to be the best, extraordinary actually at what she does.

"And Rogan might be in some very, very serious trouble." Beckett continues, "We have to-" She glances her eyes at me, I lift my eyebrows in responds. "At least try to find him." Tildy walks into the house.

"Hopefully it's still there." she whispers to me as soon as the two women where out of our sight. Tildy comes back with a small gray laptop.

"I will get this back right?" she hands it to Beckett. "Cause it still is technically mine."

"We will return it soon." Beckett responds going towards her car. As soon as the doors to her car door shut she stares over at me.

"He's in trouble all right. I mean, all these years he knew that we were married. He knew when I got here. And for fifteen years he's been using that as an excuse not to commit."

Clicking through folders on the computer, I giggle, "Coma wife. It's-" I smile, "It's kind of brilliant."

"You mean despicable, right?" She shoots me a glare and I pause for a second, swallowing.

"Yeah, that's what I meant."

"Did you find anything on the laptop?"

"Well, their emails to each other are fairly pornographic but nothing that would get a man abducted. I mean, look at this crap. Oh wait," I call viewing his web searches, "Here's something that's interesting."

"What is it?" she her face turns to excitement now.

"A profile page..."

"How's that-"

"Let me finish-"

"He is part of a biker club called the Smooth Riders." chuckling at the name I add. "Kind of fitting don't you think?"

"That's it, that's the big news," she sighs slumping down in her seat.

"How is that going to get us any closer to finding him?"

"Maybe they had something to do with?"

"A bike club," she looks over at me again, shaking her head. "I don't think-"

"Maybe he's just with them. I mean-" I continue thinking out loud. Throwing my ideas at her. She doesn't listen to half the time to what I say.

"Castle these guys, took him by a old beat up truck, I don't think." her voice has that rising factor in it again.

"I'm just saying it's a start. I mean-" she pushes open the car door, "I need some air."

"Wait I didn't-" I step out of the car too. She leans against it glancing out into space. I can't image how she must feel now that our possible best lead is now gone. I still think we should intestate this club.

"Maybe there will be something else over at his apartment." I call to her. "Maybe we overlooked something."

"What are you saying that I didn't do my job." she shouts at me.

to be continued...