Through my lovers eyes
by missteff
June 2014
chapter 8

"No, that's not it at all. What I'm saying is maybe there are more clues that can help us. We are in this together." putting up my hands. Hoping that would help with this tension that was building between us.

She opens up her door, "Fine get in," I smile at her but her expression doesn't change. That's not I expected coming from her. when we arrive, I look out the window at a run down looking dumpy area. Trash blowing down the vacant street and bars on half the houses in the neighborhood. This looks like something out of one of those horror movies, where something or someone is going to leap out at you at any moment. Maybe if we are lucky that will happen and it will be Rogan popping out from beyond a bush beaten but still alive long enough to sign. How could she have been interested in guy from this side of town. I guess love really is blind.

"No way this is where?" I get back out of the car and shut the door. "This place gives me the creeps."

"Tell me about it." she snorts.

"Well, it's not like things can get any crazier. So-"

"Yeah." Beckett let's out a long sigh. All this running around has taken it's toll on her. I just hope this is one of our last stops and we find something to connect him to something or someone. I want to get back to my wedding-our wedding. Beckett reaches for the door knob and turns.

"Should we knock first? I mean-what's behind that door." I know I sounded childish to her but sometimes be cautious is a good thing.

"No, we don't want to draw attention to ourselves." she looks at me, "And besides, he never kept it locked."

"Never," I question her not really understanding how she would know that-she never been here before well, yesterday that was.

What does she really know about this guy that she's not telling me. Did he have the habit of not-just letting anyone in his place?

"At least let me do the honors." stepping forward, taking her hand off the knob and into mine. "We do this together as-"

Beckett turns her head quickly at me and screams, "Castle, duck-now!" I don't hesitate, I crouch in a squatting position for I have learned when she says something like that I should do it. Bullets hit the door frame next to us, shattering shards of wood that graze my face and arms. Before continuing Beckett draws her gun, gets into a fighting stand off stance, with her finger on the trigger ready to return fire.

"Hold your fire," Big Wheels, the head Biker, for the Smooth Riders held up his hands, yelling over the guns blasting off. "Hold your fire. It's not him." The firing ceases admittedly and my heart stops. I never been so scared in my life. I-we weren't prepared for a gun battle with a biker gang. What was this husband of Beckett's into? Or better yet what did he get us into? I stand back up.

Big Wheels approaches us with his gun now by his side. "What do we have here?" Circling around staring at Beckett, giving her the eye.

"I spoke too soon." I call as the man stops and backs away some.

"Where's Rogan?" he demands as more of his biker boys step forward.

"Okay, let's just relax and put down the guns so no one gets hurt –"

"What did you say to me?" swallowing I glance around at the men in the room. I think I just made the situation worse than it was. "You didn't just tell me and my boys," Mr. Big Wheels tilts his head, indication all his boys, "what to do." I shake my head furiously back and forth. He slings his arm back punching me in the stomach anyway.

The air left me and every nerve in my body went off from the impact I instantly double over wincing in excruciating pain. Tears pouring from my eyes. I been hit the gut before but not like this. Maybe I should have just kept my mouth shut but.

"Castle!" Beckett rushes to see if I'm okay. Trying to catch my breath again I, wave her off with my hand.

"I'm fine." I wheeze at her.

"See, the only ones getting hurt are going to be you if you don't tell me where Rogan's at."

Beckett stares him in the face. "We don't know where he is."

"We -" I cough, "Barely know who he is." I answer him and cough again.

"Then what are you doing in his place?"

"Looking for him, same as you." Beckett comments, the man grabs her hard by the arm and snatches the dissolution papers from her hand.

"What's this?" he runs his eyes over the papers, ready the words.

"Is that you?" Mr. Big Wheels holds the papers so his boys could see.

Beckett doesn't respond, "I take that as a yes. Okay, well according to this, you and Rogan are married. Thought you didn't know the guy."

"Okay, well, funny story there." Commenting once again, swallowing hard I step forward, no fun an letting her deal with this herself. I should be protecting her.

"Is it still going to be funny when I make you bleed?" I shake my head.

"No." I choke out.

"That bastard husband of yours owes me a lot of money. Now where is he?"

"I don't know. We -" she nods to the open door. I get the message and I ease a step at a time that way.

"Seeing as how you're his wife, you can pay me?"

"Ah … exactly how much does he owe you?" I question. Maybe if we pay this guy we can get out of here. at least have the chance too.

"Less his down payment, $5,000 for services rendered, payable today."

"What kind of services?" Beckett glances at me and then at them.

"That's between me and him." Big Wheels inches closer to Beckett which had me more nervous.

"If you want me to pay you then tell me what I'm paying for." She moves closer to him. It's like she want to start a fight with this guy. I don't. But than again Beckett could always take care of herself. I saw that first hand.

"All right, well that seems fair. Your husband hired us to steal-" One of his other men steps forward and interrupts him.

"I just want my money. I need it." Mr. Big Wheels reaches out to her. She sides steps him.

"And we'll get it to you. We just need find Rogan first." I hope that Beckett has a plan cause I'm all out.

"Oh, no, Mrs. O'Leary. I want my money now. If not - my boys will take care of business."

They eye me, I gulp my breath down. For I'm the only one that doesn't have a gun and they know it. Mr. Big Wheels cocks his gun and points it in her face. "Got it, I wouldn't want to blow your brains out all over him."

"Um … Castle, you wouldn't happen –"

"Uh, well, my mother took most of my cash and Alexis has my ATM card." Still keeping an eye on the trained guns, I reach back pulling out my wallet from my back pocket. Unfolding it, I look down. "I don't suppose you'd take a check? That's –" Big Wheels turns the gun on me. "No." I swallow, glancing my eyes at Beckett, shaking my head slightly. "I've got – I have $500 dollars right here." I held the bills out to him. Hoping that that jester would at least buy us some time to get the hell out of here a live and in one piece. We need to get those papers signed.

"Just for more time." I suggest to them, holding my breath, praying that this would work. If not then...

"We'll –" I swallow again, Beckett glances at me then back to Mr. Big Wheels,

"owe you the rest of the $5 grand." I watch her pleas to the man, "We just need a little bit more time." Beckett blinks. I feel her start to cry. I know that sounds crazy but sometimes we get these connections that we can feel what each other is feeling. Big Wheels chuckles. He waves his gun at me and then back to Beckett. He hands her back the dissolution papers and grabs the cash from my hand.

"You bought yourself twelve hours. But if you don't pay the full amount I hunt you down and start breaking legs. Do you understand?" Swallowing we both slowly nod.

"I don't know boss, can we trust them?" one of the other bikers shout. Mr. Big Wheels spins around fires his gun at the wall behind the biker.

"Castle run." We both jet out the door and down the steps.

"They're getting away." Mr. Big Wheels yells after his crew. "After them now!"

"Are you okay?" Beckett asks as we run down the street to safety.

"No, Mrs. O'Leary, I'm not okay." I shout back at her, she's not that far behind me. "I happen to like my legs. And yours too." I glance at her as she runs up beside me. "And why is your husband owing this bikers over $5 grand? What did they happen to steal for him?"

"First of all, could we please stop calling him my husband? And secondly, I don't know. But I'm guessing there's a lot more to this story, than just something that he ask them to steal."

"Unless he robbed a bank."

"Not likely, they wouldn't be after us for money. They would have all the money they need, so no, that can't be it."

"Hurry they're getting away." The bikers were still chasing us down the street. We have to think quick, we can't keep up this running forever. An idea pops into my head.

"This way," I yell at her, seeing a chance to fool them. Grasping her arm, I pull her along with me.

"Castle where are we going?" We dash around the corner and slide under two parked cars just in the nick of time before the bikers can see us. Watching from underneath the car, I hear the chains on the bikers clink together, and the sounds of their boots echo off the payment. they were moving in on us, I just pray that Beckett was going to be okay.

to be continued...