Disclaimer- Castle or any other Castle type goodness is unfortunately not mine.

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Chapter 4

Cold and wet. Kate Beckett slowly started to regard consciousness. There was a slow drip from a pipe hovering above her head which had left both her hair and skin soaked. How long was she sitting underneath this? And where the hell was she at now? Looking around, she was alone in what seemed to be a small damp room. It had very poor lighting which led her to believe that it was in a basement of some sort. "Castle…" She called out for him, wincing from her scratchy, dry throat. Not sure what the time was or what day it was anymore; but she knew it had been a significant amount of time since she ate or drank anything. Her arms were shackled in cuffs above her head, but there wasn't a second set. No indication that Castle was ever in the room with her. Please God. He had to be okay. They had to survive this. Her heart dropped when she thought of the pregnancy and her current situation. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if anything happened to any of them. "Castle…" She yelled more frantically, but no response. Why were they separated? Then she heard the screams…

"You can't touch her. I don't care what you do to me. Kill me if you have to….Just don't hurt her…" Kate heard Castle pleading through the wall. He begged for her life and safety, in exchange for his own. That made her sick. She was the cop. It was her job to keep him safe. Sure they were partners, but when push came to shove, she was the one with the badge. She took the oath. Struggling against the cuffs, her mind was racing with ideas on how to get out. Would the boys being looking for them? Did they even make it out of that building? This was such a mess. Beckett started shouting at the top of her lungs when she heard Castle's cries of distress and then there was silence. Not before long, she heard footsteps.

Kate's focused on the door slam open. Tyson pulled Castle's almost lifeless body into the room and kicked him to the ground. He cried out before he appeared to pass out from the pain. Staring in his direction, she tried to stretch herself as much as possible to reach him, to no avail. She choked back a sob, knowing that both of their pain was bringing Tyson an immeasurable amount of entertainment.

"What did you do to him?! You sick piece of shit. You better listen to me. When I get out of here, and you damn better believe I am…I will rain down a special kind of hell on destroying you. You and whatever minions you've brainwashed will not touch any of the people I love, again."

"Well hello again, Detective Beckett." Tyson laughed as he stood leering at her in the doorway. Beckett flung her body toward the serial killer but the chains prevented her from getting very far. His amusement seemed to increase when he saw how distressed Kate was in the chains. "Now... now... Detective. You don't want to hurt your pretty little wrists. Not after your fiancé so selflessly pleaded for you to be spared. How does that feel? You're a cop and the one person you love the most was just nearly beaten to death because of you."

Kate stared at Castle's motionless body as tears filled her eyes. She willed herself to stay strong. She would not break in front of Tyson. He did not deserve this victory and she would not give him the satisfaction of seeing them both broken at his hands. "You were dead. Why didn't you just stay that way? You got your girlfriend to steal all your records. Why take Castle?" Her voice was shaky but her words remained strong. She would not let him win.

"I was enjoying branching out in a new area. Kelly made sure that my records were wiped clear so starting fresh outside New York was pretty easy. Plus with her talents, she was able to take care of making sure our tracks were covered. However, I knew your fiancé wouldn't give up the notion that I was still out there. Then a couple months ago, we stumbled upon your little engagement announcement. There is nothing more perfect than destroying you both by preventing the wedding from happening. It was too perfect watching you plan and I knew that I would completely ruin it. Every last detail…you both spent hours making sure your happy ending would be just what you dreamed…" Tyson smirked as he told his tale, all along; he walked closer and closer to her. She couldn't believe that he was planning it for so long, but she couldn't help but blame herself. If she didn't put the announcement in the paper, maybe they would be married and on their honeymoon, instead of abducted and beaten.

"You're a psychopath. And you over played your hand. People are looking for us and you won't survive this! I promise you..." She spat her response in his direction. At this point Tyson was standing so close that she could feel the warmth from his body and it turned her stomach. Kate struggled in the shackles and kicked him away from her as best as she could. The more she strained against the cuffs and the more she fought against the iron- Jerry loved it. This was exactly what he envisioned. Though he planned on beating them both, seeing the agony on her face is better.

"Oh Detective, I'm really not scared of what either of you think you can do to me. You pose no threat to me or my plan anymore. You both were just a minor nuisance - easily fixable. Hell you can't even see when you're being led into a trap. I mean, you bought all these minor wedding disasters without a second thought. I had you convinced that you were actually married for 15 years. You've had numerous background checks according to your records. There is no way you wouldn't know you were married to a felon!" She stared at him in disbelief at this point. She was an idiot…Why didn't she stop through all the stress of the discovery and actually think how asinine the idea of the marriage to Rogan really was.

How in the world could he pull something like that off? Sure he's creative and the minor mishaps she could believe to be his handiwork. But, forging civil records like that? "How…" It was all she managed to voice as she stared back at Castle. This really was all Tyson. All the mind games and all disappointment of her being previously married… It was all him. Castle put on a brave face, but she could tell it sadden him to know that she was already married. He always liked the idea that he was her one and only. One and done so to speak. However, this idea of the Vegas wedding shattered that illusion. "How could that even be possible?"

"Many things are possible when you know the right people. Records can be altered or changed, much like they can disappear. As I'm sure you recall from what happened at your little precinct. Kelly is very good at what she does…or should I say, WAS very good." Beckett gasped for air.

"You killed her…"

"She was very useful. After she handled the people I needed to get your records altered, I had her help with a couple other items. However, I can't have so many loose ends floating around. I needed her silenced because pretty soon, she would run out of places to hide the bodies. We couldn't put them all on display for the cops like we did when she removed my records. Most of our EMPLOYEES- so to speak, are in shallow graves now." So he really held no emotional ties to people. If he was willing to kill his girlfriend, where did that leave them? "You both will be wishing that I will kill you by the end of this. Every life that I take will all be because you couldn't stop me and all that blood will be on your hands."

"We have people looking for us…" Beckett repeated, but her voice lost its power. She began to feel defeated.

"You and YOUR people. The same people- that walked into that building not thinking that I would be prepared. I had cameras on you the entire time. I knew you were coming, hell I saw you coming. Walking right up to the doorway… I watched where you were headed and made sure I was there to give you a proper greeting. Don't worry. My men made sure to rough up your people a bit…"

"You seriously are a sick son of a b…"

"Now now, detective. I didn't have them killed. They're alive. Hell I even left them a little note signed by my late girlfriend. Basically taunting them and confessing to being the mastermind behind the whole operation and kidnapping…So now, they'll be looking for her. So they're literally chasing a ghost right now…"

"You're wrong. They knew you were involved. It's what led us to you…"

"True, because I wanted you to be led there. However, I made sure the cameras didn't see us leave the building or what direction we were headed. Hell- they don't even know what car we were driving…plus right now I'm pretty sure you're resources are still searching to find where I left your defeated detective friends. It will take them a considerable amount of time before they even start searching for you two. All the while, I get to have my fun…any guesses where we are?" Beckett just stared at him with tears in her eyes. Tears that she refused to let fall in front of him.

"Go to hell…" she growled at him. His sinister joy in this situation had her reeling. He laughed at her retort, as he walked toward the door.

"Have fun with your fiancé, Kate. Sorry that he may not have much to say…" Tyson continued to laugh as he walked through the door, slamming it behind him. Kate looked at where he once stood – pained. That man had a vendetta against them that was relentless and if she didn't figure out a way out quick, innocent people would continue to die at his hands. Beckett looked back toward Castle as he finally started to stir. His face was swollen, bloody and bruised; sadly matching the rest of his skin that she could see.

"Castle….babe…" She called to him with a broken voice. The tears that threatened to spill from her eyes were now freely rolling down her face. "Castle, I need you to wake up. Please…" He tried to move his body and faltered back, slamming his torso to the ground. The scream that unleashed from his lips was gut wrenching. Knowing the pain he was in, the pain he spared her from….they needed a plan and they needed to act quickly before anyone returned.

Castle's eyes slowly opened in her direction and he gave her a small smile. "Kate, you're okay…" He was weak and broken; but he was alive and he was with her. And he was not cuffed…

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