A/N: Hey people...so this is the next chapter...I gotta tell you I'm almost done with the story...I would say just a few more chapters...but it was one hell of a ride! Thank you all soo much for reading...please as usual REVIEW AND ENJOY!

Agent Reynolds was putting his bulletproof vest and was ready to lead his team to the old apartment building in front. After hours of surveillance and tracking, Reynolds and his team finally got a location for Mayfair and Michaelson. They proceed, quickly but quietly, Reynolds always first and ready with his gun in his hands. They reached the second floor and as soon as they found the apartment he kicked the door.

The place was small and...empty. Agent Reynolds cursed silently and walk around taking a look. As small as it was the ex-agents did not waste space whatsoever. Looking at the desk full of photos of Rick, his family, Sophia Turner, the 12th precinct, and many others, something caught Reynolds' attention. In one of the computer screens was his son, limping through the main entrance of the precinct. Immediately he put the pieces together. His son found Sophia and he was sure that both Mayfair and Michaelson were going to finish the job at the precinct.

"They are at the precinct." Reynolds told his team. "Let's go!" he ran towards his car and took radio out. "This is Agent Reynolds from NSA, I'm requesting immediate assistance for an emergency operation." How unfortunate for him that he was at the opposite side of town. "I need SWAT teams, bomb squad, ETM's and fire trucks stationed outside the 12th Precinct ASAP"

"ETA 30 minutes"

"Shit!" Reynolds hissed and speeding up as much as he could. He checked his phone. 5 missed phone calls from Richard. He dial Captain Gates and put the phone on speaker.

"Gates."

"Captain it's Agent Reynolds."

"Reynolds...why on earth are you calling at this hour?"

"Sir is there anyone at the precinct at the moment?"

"What?" Gates sat up on the edge of her bed and turned the light of the bedside lamp on. "No...why?"

"Remember the bomb threat you received?"

"Yeah."

"I can't go into details right now, but Sophia Turner is at the precinct in this moment, Mayfair and Michaelson are going there right now and the are gonna blow up the precinct."

"Agent, usually the precinct is empty at this hour except for the night guards or maybe a detective staying late." Gates said already getting dressed. "How do you know that Sophia Turner is there anyway?"

"My son found her."

"Castle?!" Gates yelled over the phone. "What the hell was Castle doing investigating his own case?!"

"It doesn't matter right now Gates! What matters is that my son is there and that bomb can go off any minute...I already sent emergency response teams at the precinct, but I need you evacuate the building as fast and quietly as possible."

"Why not activate the alarm?"

"As soon as I get there I'm gonna go in, get my son out of there and arrest Sophia, but I need the space clear as fast as possible."

"On it." Gates hanged up.

Back at the precinct Castle was starting to feel the tension and the adrenaline passing through every cell of his body, while he was walking to the Chief's office. He had taken Beckett's extra piece just in case. It was quiet. Too quiet. Almost all of the floors were completely empty and the only sound he could hear was the sound of his own unsteady breathing. When he reached the Chief's office he stopped for a second. If something bad happens Beckett was gonna kill him herself, but now was not the best time to think about that, so taking a deep breath he opened the door.

The phone buzzed at her nightstand. She opened her eyes slowly and looked at the clock. It was 2 in the morning. Sometimes she really hated her job.

"Beckett." She said sleepily.

"Beckett I need you to call your team and head to the precinct as fast as possible." the voice of Captain Gates said.

"What happened?" Immediately getting out of bed and getting dressed.

"Just come ASAP." And the line went dead.

The office was empty. Turning around, Castle practically ran towards the archives and got the same result. Empty. Where the hell was everybody? Carefully he started checking the whole room with Beckett's gun raised just in case. He was especially careful when he reached the aisle where Blakely's case box was. He didn't like at all what he saw. C4. He looked up...the whole place was wired up with explosives. Okay, so Mayfair and Michaelson weren't kidding at all...and just when he was about to leave he heard a soft click and a voice saying.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you Rick."

A/N: More stuff to come soon...