Through my lovers eyes
by missteff
June 2014
chapter 11

"It's not Rogan. It's a scarecrow." Beckett gasps lifting up the straw head to show it to me.

"I was not expecting that!" staring at the scarecrow's head touching it, now embarrassed out how I screamed out at such foolishness. We both whip around towards the sounds of a man's muffled laughter.

"What the?" I squint my eyes trying to see what was making that sound.

"Rogan?" Beckett rushes over to a tied up man with a gag in his mouth, like I didn't matter anymore. The laughing continues, as Beckett rips off the gag that was across the man's mouth.

"Ow,"

"Rogan," Beckett asks the man again.

"Oh my God. Dude, you should have heard yourself." Rogan mimics my high pitch scream. "Oh! Ooh!" Rogan burst out laughing again. "Kit-Kat," Rogan, finally was able to stop long enough to catch his breath. "Who is this guy?" The man in the chair points at me.

"Kit-Kat? as in..." I comment, glancing between her and Rogan. She shoots a glaring look back.

"Back in the day. oh those were the days." Rogan starts to recapture the memories.

"Rogan!" Beckett drags out his name.

"So who is he?"

"This guy," she intertwines her fingers with mine. "is Richard Castle. My future husband."
She kisses me softly on the lips.

"Really? Well, after his little scream you may want to uh … recheck his man parts."

"My man parts," I shout, glancing downwards towards the floor, "are just fine, thank you very much." Rogan starts chuckling again. I wasn't sure why. Was it my looking gestures or his name that he called me.

"Could everyone please stop saying man parts?" Beckett comments, her voice was starting to fill with annoyance. I glance back over at Rogan
who looked like he was trying to hold his tongue.

"So how did you guys find me?" Rogan asks, as he finally was able to control himself.

"That's not important," Beckett sighs. "What is though is that we found you."

"I agree." he says smiling. What did she see in this guy? "So, why don't you untie me so we can get out of here." Rogan continues to plea.

"Fine." Beckett nods, moving closer to untie him, which I wish that she would reconsider.
I don't want him anywhere near her or me. If he makes another comment I don't know what I'll do. She frees up his right hand. She looks at him expectantly.

"What – what are doing?" he calls, wiggling against the other restraints.

"That's all I need for you to sign this." She places the dissolution papers in his face.

"Do you need a pen," a pause, "I be glad..." I add as she forces a pen in his hand.

"Good one, ha ha. That's hilarious." Not, when I jam it down his throat it won't be.

"I'm not joking. If you want me to cut you lose then sign the papers." Beckett gives the guy her death glare. One that I don't mess with when she's determined.

"I'll sign the papers when we're out of here." He responds, only fueling the flames.

"Sign them. Now!" She grabs his hand and shoves the papers closer. Anger fills her voice I wouldn't want to be in his shoes at this moment. Which, I have before and let me tell you it's not fun.

"What, you don't trust me?" Rogan grins, trying to look cute I guess.

"In fairness, you steal motorcycles." I call.

"That's not." He responds back, turning his head away. "Wait, wait, wait. Hold on. Don't you want to hear my side of it?" he continues.

"I don't care about your side! I just want you to sign these papers." Beckett yells.

"You know, maybe we should wait to do this until we get somewhere safe." I suggests, just in case the guys come back and find that
we are here trying to rescue him.

" Yes! Listen to Man Parts." Rogan calls, half smiling at me, "Let's get the hell out of here."

"So you can disappear again? Or get kidnapped? No. Sign these papers. Right now. On the dotted line." Beckett swallows trying to keep her cool.

"Whoa, those guys are going to kill me if." Rogan would say anything to get out of signing those papers.

"They're not going to get a chance to kill you, Rogan." Beckett counters.

"Though if you think about it, that would solve our problem." I joke chuckling.

Beckett is still for a few seconds.
"I'm if you don't."

Swallowing I smile so she's was thinking like me. Was she considering it?
"Kate," I place my hand on her shoulder. "I was just kidding, you know that right? Even though that doesn't sound like a bad idea."

"Listen, it's not what you think," Rogan pleas seeing our seriousness. It kind of serves him right. Getting him back for everyone he has wronged.

"Well, explain it to us then." I call, I want to hear him wiggle his way out of this. What story he'll come up with.

"Castle what are you doing?"

"He owes us at least that." She sighs shaking her head. "Fine." she snorts. Rogan mouths a thank you to me.

"This is going to be good...He's..." Beckett responds rolling her eyes, that told me that she was going to say that he was a liar and why should we believe him.

Me being a writer, though I want to hear the whole story. I have to know, it's something that says drives me. A little to much at times, but that's what makes my life different than most.

"I'm how do I say this," Rogan opens his mouth again.

"The beginning would be nice ," Glancing at Beckett, it was like I was I waiting on her approval or something. But really was I? I shake the thought quickly as it came. I didn't need her approval for anything, I think that I was just hoping that she wasn't going to hate me for wanting to know who this guy really was. I stare at Rogan waiting on him to tell us something.

"Look I'm undercover." Rogan sighs, after a few seconds. I wanted to bust out laughing at that statement, him undercover. There's no way, Beckett was right about this guy he's lying.

"Under the covers." I joke to see their reactions.

He snorts "Funny but no," he shakes his head. Beckett just ignores the comment, turning her head away. I take that as she didn't approve of my joking around now. Oh well, most of the time she doesn't but secretly I think that she loves it. I wink, even though I doubt she sees it.

"No I mean undercover and..." Beckett and I freeze at what he just said to us. So maybe he wasn't lying after all but who would? It's like you put out an ad on "greg list or something.

"What?" both Beckett and I say at the same time. Staring at each other. Was Beckett right about this guy? Is he a nutcase?
I mean most don't really lie about this kinda thing do they?

"I don't believe..." Beckett swallows, not looking at the guy anymore.

"That's why," Rogan went on talking. "I um..." I do have to give the guy credit his voice does have that worrisome tone to it. "Couldn't say anything earlier."

"So this so called undercover," excitement fills my veins even if it was going to be a lie, I want to see how good of a liar he can be.

"Atem," Beckett glares at me. She knows how excited I get when an unbelievable story comes up. Why is she so shocked now? "Don't encourage this." she whispers to me.

"So these Bikers at your apt." I asks anyway ignoring her looks. The more she tells me okay shows though her body langue the more I get intrigue I get and have to know.

"There were bickers at my apt?" Rogan was surprisingly shocked at this news."Not good, not good at all." Rogan struggles, thrashing about, trying desperately to free himself from his ropes.

"You have to untie me now," he shouts, "If they know where I'm than others might."

"So that's why you?" Beckett questions him, like he was another one of her suspects.

"I joined together with the Smooth Riders to..."

Beckett didn't let him finish his sentence before saying, "They were informants weren't they? They told you..."

he nods, "Yes, and they still are, told me everything about..."

"The chop shop rings..." I add to the conversation. He nods his head again at us.

"Then why did they attack me?" she places her hands up to her neck, to feel where that man had her by the throat. Just that act wanted me to hold her again, to make all of this go away. I can't imagine what was going through her head at that moment. And I don't think that I want to know.

"I don't know, my guess is that they thought you were... I don't know part of it or part of..."

"Another gang," I call. "That makes sense," smiling at her I continue my theory. "If they felt threaten they would take out the competition."

"Maybe that's what they are doing with Rogan as well." she says back glancing at me.

"Or they could be just protecting their cover, in case someone is watching them." I add. She half smiles at me.

Rogan shrugs "could be." is all he had to say to that.

"So, the garage opener that you had me steal," Beckett lets out a sighs, angrily glaring at Rogan. "That wasn't your girlfriends, was it?"

"No it was," he glances at me, then back to Beckett. "Well shorta."

"Sorta?" I respond, tilting my head at him. It either is or it's not, you can't have it both ways in this situation. "You were trying to lore them out..." I start another theory forms in my head. See this is what Beckett...Kate and I are good at. We always feed off each other to make the story fit. To find out where it leads.

"By setting up a fake shop." Beckett ends my sentence.

"What a great story," I comment once again getting all excited.

"What are you, Man Parts, a writer?" Rogan shot back at me.

"As a matter of fact I'm."

"Castle,"

"Well, it is... who would-make up..." I try to explain to her but I stumble around the words. She turns her head. I guess that it brought back memories for her. Maybe not good ones for her. I didn't mean for her to have to live that part of her life again. Maybe I should just let this one go.

"If it's true," she starts back to get answers. I see that I'm not the only one who is driven today.

"It is...all of it." Rogan says not to convincing but who knows it could happen.

"So this fake shop?" Beckett went on without missing a beat.

"Was to what exactly?" I ask before I lost my courage to get back into the swing of things with her.

"It was to have them in the shop, touching things..." Rogan states blinking his eyes.

"And what the cops would come? and see." I snicker like that would happen, not in a million years. I even know that. Even in the movies that doesn't happen as planned. Something always go wrong, I guess this kidnapping could be the "wrong" part of it all.

"Yeah, something like that." Rogan responds.

"You mean get a pay day." Beckett shot back.

"Yeah," he hesitates. "That too." So the truth finally comes out, he was doing this for the money. Isn't that always the case though. It comes down to the simplest forms money is a big one.

"So who was suppose to come?" I ask curiosity getting the better of me.

"The Moto-kings." he answers "but why does that..." Rogan looks at me shaking his head. "I don't..." now who's the douche here?

"So this kidnapping..." Beckett begins, smiling at me.

"Could be a take over." I threw out the idea.

"A threat to move him out of the way. Off their turf."

"That way." I answer without hesitation.

"Do you guys do this all the time, answer each other." Rogan chimes in.

"Shhh," we both hiss glancing over at him.

"We are on a roll," I tell him.

"They could take over, who's going to look twice at a thief killing another one." she adds turning towards me.

"Right," I answer like we always do when solving a case. "and with him out of the way..." I check my phone search,

"Castle, stop fooling around." Back to being a cop.

"I'm not," I shake my phone at Beckett, "That's him, that's the man." I show Beckett my phone.

"Oh, no,"

"Oh, yes, that's the guy." I point to my phone, "The very one."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. So how bad is this guy?" Rogan asks.

"Castle," Beckett must have come to the same conclusion I did, that we needed to run.

"Right there with you." I answer her as if I can read her thoughts, and sometimes I can. We scramble to untie this husband of hers.

"Who did I..." Rogan goes on, as we loosen the ropes that bind him to the old wooden chair.

Chopper Blade, the head of the Motor-kings, is the a mob hit man who disappeared about a decade ago," Beckett while rolling her eyes, tells Rogan. "He has eluded a massive manhunt by killing half a dozen people and the FBI's been looking for him ever since."

"And so, what? He's been hiding out up here?"

"Yep. Congratulations, Rogan. You accidentally pissed off the wrong people." I add, untying the last of the rope from his hand. "Including a fugitive mobster."

"I...I did what?" Rogan swallows. I hear the fear in his tone, "A mobster," he threw up his arms, "Look that was not my intent. I didn't." Beckett sighs shaking her head, while helping him to his feet.

Noticing how unsteady he was she makes the comment, "Let's just go. We can discuss this later come on." she places his arm around her neck and nods at me. I hesitate for a second and then do the same, sliding his arm over my neck to steady him. "Now walk," Beckett's voice was sharpness to it. I don't blame her I want to get out of here too. We slowly make our way to the door. Beckett pushes the chain hook a side and we pass. The door suddenly swings open as we get to it. We stop coming to a complete stand still, staring at the two men who's shotguns are trained on us.

to be continued...