Just Being There

A Castle Story By

HCBalwayshappy

"Do we really have to check this place out?" Ryan asked as they walked towards the front door of the two story abandoned building, "It's been empty for three years, too much work to do on it and no one wanted to spend the time."

"Why not just tear it down?" Javier said.

"They are, it's scheduled for next week," Ryan added as the three detectives stepped through the front door. it was cold, dark and from what they could see with their flashlights, trashed.

"Doesn't look like anyone decide to clean up either," Beckett stated as she kicked a couch-less pillow away from her foot, "let's see if we can find anything, so we can get out of here."

"Yeah this place gives me the creeps." After they cleared the first floor they began to walk to the stairs, as Beckett got closer she held her hand up to signal Ryan and Esposito stop.

"Do you hear that?" Beckett said, but then shrugged it off and continued up the stairs. Halfway up the stairs, with no mistake this time, she heard it and the sound wasn't good.

"That's not a," Ryan started, but the answer was written on Beckett's face.

"Go! Go!" Javier yelled as they ran down the stairs and towards the door they came in. He could tell that the timer on that bomb was about to run out. As the three detectives ran out the door, the bomb went off. The power behind the bomb pushed them forward and sent them tumbling to the ground, covering their heads from the flying debris. Esposito was the first to stand up, after making sure both Beckett and Ryan were okay he turned and watched the burning building.

"I guess we know who sent us here," Ryan said as he brushed himself off.

"Thompson."

Jonathin Thompson watched from his little hiding spot in the bushes as the bomb went off, he smiled. The Detectives had survived, they had passed. That was only the beginning though, he had much more planned for them, oh yes, they still had a lot more to prove to him. Hearing the sirens in the distance, the killer crept off into the night already planning on what he was going to do next.

Katherine Beckett sat on the stretcher and stared out into space as the paramedic worked on the bleeding cuts and burns on her arms and face. Her partners, Javier Esposito and Kevin Ryan sat by her also being helped. They watched as Captain Gates walked up to them, a paper in her hand and genuine concern on her face.

"Detectives, I have some good news, you saved the people from having to demolish the whole building...and you're all going to heal just fine," She faked a smile.

"Bad news," Beckett asked.

"We found this on your car," Gates said and held up the paper in her hand. In neat handwriting the paper said...

That was just the beginning Detectives

Richard Castle, parked his car outside the police line and ran through, Gates had called and informed him on what happened. Alexis followed after him, not wanting to stay and watch the movie by herself. When Castle saw all three of his friends sitting on the stretcher he sighed in relief, though he was told they were fine, seeing them just confirmed that everything really was alright. Though he could see they did have some burns, and looked as though they got out of there just in time.

"Beckett!" He called, Alexis right behind him. Kate looked up and saw Castle she smiled as he ran over to her.

"Hey Castle, you okay?"

"Am I okay? You're the one who just barely survived a bomb, Are you?" Kate laughed and nodded.

"I'm glad you're okay Detective Beckett," Alexis said, giving Kate a hug.

"Do you know who did this, was it Thompson?" Castle asked.

"Yeah, it was. What's the point of all of this, it's like he wants us to find him, but isn't going to make it easy..." Javier said.

"I agree, it's strange," Kevin added.

"Well I think we should start again tomorrow, get some rest guys we'll start again tomorrow," Kate said, every one agreed.

At each of their homes the Kate, Javier, Ryan, and Rick fell into an uneasy sleep for tomorrow will bring more and more challenges for the 12th precinct and three of its homicide detectives along with a writer.

Using only the small light of his desk lamp, Jonathin Thompson looked at the picture of his newest victim, a pretty young girl, she was a dance teacher and doing very well. She was going to be bait, she was going to lead the detectives to his newest test. Tomorrow Detectives, tomorrow.

Sorry that was so short! I really wanted to get this one in today! Thank you for the review! I'm glad you like the story so far. Thank you all for reading. If anyone has any suggestions or ideas, please let me know! Thank you!

-HCB