Gilberto and Esposito walked off toward the elevator, and Ryan looked to Beckett. "Think she'll go for it?"
"Let's find out." The two detectives approached the captain's office, wrapping on the door. Gates ushered them inside and removed her glasses, and before the detectives could utter a word, their captain inquired;
"Who is that man, and where is he going with Esposito?" The feeling of being in a principal's office in elementary school sank in to Ryan and Beckett, making them produce only short poignant answers.
"All I know is his name is Gilberto, a private investigator; and he's going with Espo to give disqualifying samples." An approving sort of frown came on to Gate's face.
"A man who follows procedure, I like that. How the hell did he catch this guy? We all thought he was dead, with the exception of Mr. Castle." The question was one Kate had been asking herself, but idol speculation would have to wait.
"Not sure sir. But he is requesting first crack at Tyson in the box."
"And I'm inclined to give it to him." The two detectives exchanged a quick look, their brows furrowed and jaws dropped open.
"Sir?" their confusion was met with the confidence they should have expected.
"Look, this as close as we have ever gotten to the guy, and he is responsible for that; which leads me to believe he knows as much or more than we do; and so long as he gives us a detailed account of everything leading up to today, I don't see any harm in it. Now I have to go give a press conference and let all of New York know that one of its most notorious criminals is off the street; hopefully for good." With that the captain excused Ryan and Beckett. Upon returning to her desk, Beckett reeled. She didn't know anything about Gilberto and now he would have the first chance in the box with Tyson. She hated Tyson, with a passion only surpassed by her affection for Castle. It was a privilege and moment she would have to give up, which was made easier by the fact that the captain was right; Gilberto was the one who caught him, and had to be familiar with him to do so. As the thoughts raced, and the sun rose higher in the sky, so did the units anxiety. Gilberto returned to the pod after making a quick stop at the phone and fax machine. Folding a piece of paper and placing it in his pocket, he returned to his seat.
"Please tell me you have good news detective Beckett." It was still inexplicable and incomprehendable to her that Gates had agreed.
"I do, the captain is on board."
"Excellent. Is the suspect ready?"
"He is" Kate noticed the look on her partners faces, urging her to ask him, "But if you don't mind me asking, are you?"
"Detective, I've been waiting for this for a very long time. You guys might want to grab some refreshments, maybe a cake. This should all be over soon enough, and when it is, we're gonna party." Gilberto's confidence had reached new heights. As he stood and turned toward his destination, Esposito started to extract information from Gilberto.
"Hey bro, real quick, how'd you do it? How'd you knock him out? The guy is like twice your size." Gilberto cracked a smile that matched his ego.
"I thought you'd never ask. I let him kidnap me, and then I used this …" Reaching into his back pack, he pulled out his pistol, alarming Esposito who pawed at his own weapon, not unholdtering it, but keeping it at the ready.
"Yo, we don't know you man, put the gun down."
"Take it easy killer, this gun doesn't use bullets, it uses batteries." Gilberto depressed the magazine release, dropping out a battery pack. "There was no way Tyson was going to let me live, but there was also no way he was going to use his own gun to kill me. He came to the ultimately logical conclusion to use my own gun against me, like I knew he would. But this particular weapon is a stun gun. Press the trigger and it puts electrical current through the handle. And considering that causes the muscles to retract, there's no way he could have dropped it until he was unconscious." Gilberto placed the battery pack and weapon on Beckett's desk. "Consider this another present, but right now, I have a date with the devil." Gilberto approached the box, grabbing the handle to the door he sighed, and cracked his neck. He used the quiet moment to collect his thoughts, as Castle and Alexis entered the squad room behind him, he pushed the door inward. Beckett saw Castle and beckoned him to her desk.
"Hey, thanks for coming so fast."
"What couldn't wait? Alexis and I were in the middle of shopping for new, longer distance laser tag equipment."
"Go into observation and see for yourself", instructed Beckett. Leaving Alexis with her, Castle quickly walked over and into the observation room.
"What's going on Beckett? It's hardly ever this busy in here."
"We snagged our white whale." Castle came sprinting out of observation, skidding to a stop like a child wearing socks on a hardwood floor. Castle pointed an outstretched index finger at the detectives faces as he exploded in elation.
"I TOLD YOU SO! I knew that ball of slime wasn't dead."
"Who is it dad?"
"It's Jerry Tyson, the triple killer."
"3XK!? That's great."
"Yes it is." Castle turned his attention to Beckett, " Where did you find him? How did you catch him?" Castle was beaming in triumph
"I don't know, and we didn't, the guy in interrogation did."
"Yeah, who is that guy?" Castle asked, his emotions slightly deflated. Kate reached over, grabbing the wallet Gilberto had left open on her desk and read aloud.
"His name is Gilberto Di Pietro, a priv…" Castle was quick to cut her off, closing his eyes and shaking his head.
"No it's not." Confusion and shock gripped the detectives.
"How do you know?"
"Kate, Gilberto Di Pietro is the alias used by Jason Bourne to sneak back into New York City in The Bourne Ultimatum" Kate's eyes grew to twice their size, and the sparkle disappeared.
"Then who's in there with Tyson?"