Hello, again. I'm a little hesitant to post this chapter, I'm thinking about changing the rating to M. Don't worry, no sexed up orgies being randomly thrown in here. Just the usual, violence, language. Boring stuff.

Well if you are squeamish about violence then I'm warning you now. VIOLENCE ALERT.

Also, I didn't mention this last chapter...I'm estimating this to be a short thing, maybe 5 or more chapters? Maybe an update every Monday? Still have to get back to you on that though.

Much thanks to everyone who read and reviewed last chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Castle. Although, if it were legal to own Canadians I'd definitely purchase Nathan Fillion.

Castle's opened his eyes, surprised he was even still alive. He attempted to move, but was surprised to find tight chains around his arms and legs stopping him. No cutting himself out of this one.

His vision was blurry, but he could see that whatever room he was in was very plain, gray walls, concrete flooring. It looked like someone's basement. There was a television in front of him, and a table that held a black case on top of it.

He felt a wave of nausea strike him just looking at it; it looked like a knife case. Something that promised pain. The only thing that came to mind with this room was a torture chamber.

"Well, are we finally awake?" A dark voice said from the corner. Castle turned towards it, trying to block out the dizziness accompanied with the movement. "How you feeling, Rick?"

The man looked familiar, but Castle couldn't seem to place him. He might have seen him in a file or something at the precinct.

"Spectacular." Castle answered sarcastically.

"Good, then we can start right away." The Man said enthusiastically, clapping his hands together. Castle swallowed hard. He was right about the torture chamber theory. Why else would he still be alive? "Now, rumor has it you know the man who has been blackmailing some very powerful people. That wouldn't be true would it?"

Castle worked to keep and even expression, "No. I don't know who that would be." It was technically the truth, wasn't it? Sure, he talked to the man, but he didn't know him.

The Man clucked his tongue, still keeping the casual tone, "Hmm, I think you're lying to me." His kidnapper strolled over to the black case and opened it. Unfortunately, Castle's prediction was right again, scalpels, knives, pliers and oh, is that a Taser?

Castle felt mind-numbing fear course through him at the prospect of what might happen to him. He had done research on torture for his books. He knew that they would know exactly how to extract the information. Where to stab, where to punch, what chemicals to inject into him… how to cause him as much pain as possible.

Castle took a deep breath, deciding that this might give him more opportunity to escape. They might have to remove his restraints. He could survive. He could get away. He still had hope.

With that thought in mind, he decided to play along with his kidnapper's game, "Though, I do know this guy, who had some real compromising stuff on this group of murders. Bunch of assholes, you know they tried to kill my partner!"

The Man evil grin grew wider, "Oh, your partner wouldn't happen to be that little bitch Kate Beckett, would it? Because last I heard, she was hanging off the side of a building. Pretty sure she's dead."

Castle's heart stopped, "You're lying." He said immediately, rage bubbling inside him. Beckett was fine. A bullet might stop Beckett, but falling from the edge of a building? No.

"Nope, actually I'm pretty sure her last words were for you. Rumor has it she just kept yelling 'Castle' over and over again." He laughed lightly, as if the thought delighted him.

Castle fought against the restraints, wishing he could just fight back. His previous nervousness quickly being chased away by anger, unable to keep the image his kidnapper was painting out of his mind. His heart hurt at the image of Kate's body falling from the top of a building.

His kidnapper's phone rang suddenly, breaking the tension and distracting Castle from the horrifying images in his mind.

The man brought his phone to his ear, whatever it was being told to him made his light expression grow serious. "What!" he yelled into his phone. "How is that little bitch still alive? How many times are we going to have to do this?" he yelled. Castle got the impression he was talking about Beckett again. The man was angry to discover she was alive…Kate was fine. He took a deep breath, some of the weight on his heart dissipating at the thought. "How many times are you going to fail, Cole?"

The man snapped his phone shut with a growl. He turned to Castle, his casual charade replaced with pure fury. Suddenly his hand flew out, grabbing Castle's face roughly, "Where. Is. He." He snarled, his grip on Castle tight.

"Is Detective Beckett okay?" Castle asked lightly, teasing him. The longer he could drag this out the better chance he would survive.

The man smiled, gripping Castles face tighter, "It seems your bitch got away again. But don't worry… Next time, I'll make you watch her die." Castle shuddered involuntarily at the tone of promise in the man's voice. "Now, where can I find the man I'm looking for Mr. Castle?"

"I don't kno-"Castle was cut off by a punch to his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He hunched over in pain, as much as the restraints would allow him. He felt like he was going to puke as his body convulsed from the blow.

"Yes, you do." The man stated firmly. "No pain is necessary, just tell me. Where is he?"

Castle's thoughts clouded in pain, he found himself answering truthfully. "I don't know, but..I… I met him once. In a parking garage." He coughed out, his voice a small croak.

His kidnapper growled, "What parking garage?" Castle stayed silent this time, remembering his plan; ignoring the claws of pain demanding that he answer.

His kidnapper went for the scalpel and quickly cut into Castle's blue-button down shirt, ripping the whole front open. For the first time Castle realized that his clothing was already crusted with blood.

"I'm not playing games." He said seriously, before taking the blade to Castle's skin and dragging it slowly over his chest. Castle moaned in agony at the red hot sting of the scalpel piercing his skin, dragging agonizingly across the muscle.

"Oh, I almost forgot" The man said, taking out a small rod of wood. "Bite this; I can't have you gnawing off your tongue." Castle opened his mouth weakly and took it between his teeth without a fight. He didn't really want to bite his own tongue off either.

"You ready to tell me what I need to know?" Castle heard the question, but just let his head hang limply. He was already exhausted and his kidnapper was just getting started. "Fine."

Castle closed his eyes, bracing himself. He heard the opening of a bottle before he felt the metallic, cold sensation of the scalpel piercing his skin once again. This time the blade made a quick, long cut stretching from his right shoulder to his left hip. Castle bit hard on the wooden gag, trying to keep himself under control, despite the pain.

Suddenly on top of the metallic pain of the scalpel, he felt the high pitched sting of alcohol being thrown on his wounds. He howled in agony, his screams echoing back at him in the concrete chamber.

"Where is he? What's his name!"

"I don't know!" Castle whimpered, his head once again falling limply. He saw the man return to his black box and watched him pull out a Taser. For a moment, Castle's thoughts darted to Kate, how would she handle this? Castle took a raspy, deep breath and prepared himself.

The man didn't hesitate.

Castle threw his head back in agony as the electricity coursed through him. He shook and shuddered, the electricity ravaging him from the inside out. His entire body went limp as the current left him, but his body was still singing in misery as some of the charge remained.

"You are a fool! You're not saving anyone by not telling me!" Just then, his phone rang again. "What!" he answered, carrying his irritation with Castle into the phone call. "No, he's not fessing up, but he will….Oh, really?" The man smirked, his gaze falling once again to his victim, who was hanging limply in his chair.

"You got to be kidding me." The man laughed loudly, the sound made Castle's stomach roll. "Our boy will definitely fess up now." He hung up the phone with a face splitting smile.

"Well Richard Castle, you have a visitor." Castle painfully lifted his head as the man turned on the Television. It showed six screens, all monitoring some point of the building they were in. There were a few men dressed in all black and holding guns, scattered throughout the building. Castle desperately searched for something familiar, a sign, a face, anything to help him figure out where he was.

Castle felt dread ravage him as he spotted someone familiar, by herself. Kate Beckett entered the building, gun drawn, no backup. Castle counted at least six men that she would have to fight. He didn't like her odds.

There was no way she could win. Not this fight.

His kidnapper grinned widely. "Looks like I will get to live up to my promise."

Castle was now calculating. How thick were the walls? Would she be able to hear him if he shouted? Based on the room's concrete walls and solidity, most likely not. But he had to try. Castle guessed he was either on the lower levels or in the middle of the building, since his captors would most likely be in need of a quick escape. He estimated that the best time to yell would be if she came into camera's four or six, both of which looked to be in open locations that were slightly above ground level. The open windowed office rooms the cameras displayed seemed like his best bet.

"Now Castle, if you don't tell me the information, she dies. Got it?"

"Honestly, I don't know him. I know him as Smith, he calls me sometimes and that's it!" Castle was desperate now; it wasn't about just his survival anymore. It was about hers.

"Bullshit. If you don't give me an exact address, guess what's happening to your girlfriend?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black device. "This here is a detonator, for a bomb obviously. And guess what? Katie here is heading straight for it. You see, I was preparing for the whole Calvary to come in looking for you, but I'm not afraid to use it for just her." He seethed, the man's face inches from Castle's. Castle could feel the man's grotesque greasy brown hair along his neck. He wanted to push him away, bleach the feeling out of his skin.

Castle took a deep breath to calm himself, the panic building in him was making it difficult to plan. He needed a story, that was his specialty. That was his weapon. He took a deep, hoarse breath. He needed to be calm; he needed it to form his story. To save him, to save Beckett.

Now what did his story need most? He needed an address for Smith. He could use an "address" from one of their previous cases to use as Smith's location. He had a description of the man, that was easy. He needed some truth, he didn't know Smith's whole name. That would have to do. The best lies always held some truth didn't they?

"Well look where our little detective is?" Castle watched Beckett walk into an open windowed room on the third camera. This was it, he needed her to run. He prayed she would be able to hear.

"I'm ready to tell you what you want to know." Castle said, muffled by the wooden gag.

"Excellent." Castle's captor removed the wooden rod. Castle was a little surprised at how deep his teeth marks went into the wood.

"Smith is at 3465 in Yonkers. Reynolds Street, its right beside a row of storage units, I was there once. But I never saw his face." Castle said in a low tone. He hoped his tone gave off the impression of defeat.

"Why, thank you. You're doing better." He smiled, looking at the detonator in his hands. Castle hoped his captor would put down the detonator. That he wouldn't hurt her, but even he knew there was no chance in hell of that happening. "Now, any last words for your girlfriend?"

Castle expected that, he cleared his throat, preparing himself.

"BECKETT RUN!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. On the screen he saw Beckett's head swivel. Looking for where his voice came from? "RUN!"

Suddenly, everything went black as the handle of his kidnapper's gun came into contact with his temple. He managed to keep his eyes open long enough to see Beckett dive away from a wave of fire on the screen.

…

This time when Castle woke, he knew exactly where he was. Tied to a chair, listening as criminals decided his fate.

"Untie him." His torturer's voice rung out. The words surprised him. Castle felt the chains on him loosen, yet not completely fall away.

"Why?" asked a different voice. "Aren't we going to kill him?"

"Of course, we're planting the body. He'll be easier to transport alive." Castle felt his stomach drop…he needed to get away. Now, but how? The room was spinning too fast…

"Is the Detective dead?" Castle's ears came alive with a mix of dread and anxiousness for the answer.

He didn't like what he heard, though his mind rejected the statement. "I don't know how she would've survived."

"Cole this is your responsibility. Go. End her."

Cole Maddox was here now. Had to be him. That changed things up, no wonder Beckett found them so quickly, she was already on his trail.

"She's probably already dead…" he mumbled, his voice sullen.

"I wouldn't be so sure. You thought she was dead on that rooftop didn't you?"

"Shut up…Hold on, it's Jay. Hello?" Castle continued to play unconscious as the voice of Cole Maddox answered a phone.

"Shit," he said. "No time to fuck around here anymore, boys. SWAT team just pulled in. We're out. Now." Castle tensed, this was it. Do or die time.

"Should we take him?" The man closest to him asked. Castle peeked an eye open now, scanning the room. The room tilted and swiveled in his vision, but he could comprehend that there were four men in the room. Two holding him holding him up, his torturer and the man of the hour, Cole Maddox.

"Kill him." Was all Maddox said. Castle took that as his cue. He lunged, breaking free of the two men holding his body. Without their support he felt the true weakness in his limbs. His target—Cole's weapon— was just inches from him. So close, yet so far away. His body protested, failing him as he lunged for the gun. The damage his body had taken had made him weak.

Still, he reached for the weapon. Even as it tilted and grew farther away from him. It was his only hope. He had to live, if not for himself than for Alexis… And who would check to make sure Beckett didn't completely throw away her life? Who?

His thoughts mixed in with the image of the barrel of a gun. Aimed at him? Castle wanted to ask, but he was silenced with the loud, mind-numbing shot of the gun. It smoked ominously, before he felt his vision failing him again. Fading, his lids were far too heavy to stay up. Maybe if he let them close for just a second.

Where did everyone go?

Too much. Had someone fired again?

Ringing, Guns, Screams...Nothing.

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