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Chains that Bleed-4
Teresa awkwardly stumbled into the room as she was pushed Beckett was soon to follow once more they were chained up. Castle relaxed some at the sight of his private love.
"Kate…that dress is flattering."
She gave an unamused look. "You're not the only one to think that. It seems that our mystery guy wants us to look nice."
"Creepy, I'm glad your ok, I was beginning to go hoarse from all the screaming." he confessed.
"You were screaming?" she asked surprised.
Teresa cast her eyes down embarrassed to be sitting across from her consultant in such a fashionable state. It wasn't her but he would find some way of making a big spectacle out of it, however, when he simply shrugged she couldn't help but feel miffed.
"Well?" she prodded.
"I know you hate dresses so there is no sense dwelling on the matter." Jane replied honestly
Teresa dropped it he was right besides it was creepy. Then the criminal's voice came over the intercom with a note of excitement in his tone.
"I'm glad everything is in place let the experiment begin." he announced.
The quartet looked at each other as the voice continued. "I want to see how far you would go for your lovers the situation calls for extreme measures."
"What kind of experiment our we talking about here? Not that we're lovers." Rick asked
"It's a questionnaire really to see how well you know each other. It should be simple enough after all you have been working together for years now, more so for agent Lisbon and Patrick Jane." The voice explained.
"What happens if we get the questions wrong?" Kate asked regretting it when she heard the answer.
"Oh, like all things there will be consequences. Shall we begin?"
"It's not like we have another choice." Lisbon shot back.
The voice laughed "We will start with couple number one. Agent Lisbon what was the first impression of Patrick Jane?"
Teresa looked at the man across from her. "I thought he was egotistic, arrogant, jerk who didn't follow the rules. A real jack ass."
She cringed that was a little too harsh, but was the honest truth. She couldn't stand the guy and sometimes she still couldn't.
"Your honesty will be rewarded. Patrick Jane same question."
Patrick gave impassive look thinking for a moment he answered. "I thought she was strong willed, short tempered but had a good reason even though I'm still not clear what that reason is. And hints that she may have been a spoiled brat in her life."
Teresa clenched her jaw giving a 'Seriously?' look.
"False." the criminal answered "Your consequence Mr. Jane is your numbers cutting down by one minute."
Jane paled slightly but refused to show his panic to the woman that he cared for. Teresa didn't miss a beat as she furrowed her brow.
"What do you mean his numbers cut in half?"
"All in good time agent Lisbon all in time." the criminal replied.
"Detective Beckett do you love Richard Castle?"
Kate glanced over at the man. "…No, I don't." she answered.
"Wrong answer."
Richard let out a scream as an electrical charge traveled through his chains and into his body shocking him. He let out a gasped as Beckett gave a worried look. "Castle! Are you ok?"
"Huh, it wasn't exactly what I was expecting." he winced as the burning lingered from the shock.
The detective swallowed hard trying to not show her worry. "What is the point of this? There is nothing to gain."
"On the contrary detective Beckett. There is much to gain I am one who delves deep into the emotional barrier of ones mind to merely bring out the truth."
Castle looked at Beckett his thoughts flashing back to the crueshal moment when he uttered the three little words only to have her not remember a single moment of that shooting. She met his face causing him to dart his eyes to the ground.
"The thing is about truth it's a finicky thing. Gets people into a lot of trouble." Rick rationalized
"Yes, Mr. Castle but the truth can set you free. Everyone knows that." the voice said.
"Yeah, it just doesn't tell you when." Rick shot back.
"Your wittiness amuses me, but detective Beckett You have secrets and secrets are a weakness I have. Entirely shameless mind you."
"I don't have secrets I am straight forward and I don't take crap from anybody especially creeps like you." Beckett boldly replied.
The voice chuckled. "Fair enough but perhaps you would like to know the truth to a mystery that has been haunting you all your life."
Beckett felt her heart pounding against her chest. She forced open her mouth asking the question that she recited several times.
"You know what happened to… my mother?"
This caused Rick to look at her it nearly killed him to see the look in her eyes. Beckett had been working her entire life to find out who had murdered her mother, but it was always a dead end. It always made it that much harder to make a connection with her; he hated seeing her get hurt emotionally and physically. He frowned if that isn't love than what is? He was so screwed if this guy was going to keep digging for answers; he didn't want to lie because being electrified isn't the most welcoming feeling.
"Your mother was always special. Strong willed, believed in getting justice, beautiful, you are so much like her it's touching." the voice continued.
Beckett tried to calm herself she can't show weakness. She had to be strong for Castle she cared about him to much to risk.
"What do you know about my mother's murder?" she shot out.
"More than you will ever know, but I am under oath not to say anything."
Beckett sighed she wasn't going to get any where with him. "Listen, if you just come clean now we can strike a deal and heck, if its publicity you want we can get every news caster out hear."
"Where ever here is." Rick whispered to her.
"Your colleague is right you don't know where you are. Besides I don't want any form of publicity it's to risky."
Patrick furrowed his brow at the answer he looked at Lisbon who was discreetly looking for an escape out of the building. She scanned the room it was immaculate it drove her up the wall to not have a plan, she inwardly sighed then she froze as her green eyes locked on something underneath Jane's chair. She saw the faint blue glow it didn't take long to piece it together. Numbers cut in half; she locked her eyes of the blond she didn't have to say a word for Patrick know that she found the bomb.
Teresa bit her lip nervously this ordeal has gone from bad to worse and what was the point of having a bomb other than the obvious. It doesn't fit Red John he was more hands on knife in your face kind of guy not some bomb happy nut job with a twisted taste on romance.
"What is the point of all this? It's not going to get you any where you'll be arrested and thrown behind bars." Teresa said.
"The point Agent Lisbon is the fact that neither one of you are willing to admit your affections to each other. You need to be together I won't let you be apart, you all need to be happy." the criminal explained
"Who says we're not happy?" Rick threw in.
"…You wouldn't be here if I thought you were. I need you to be together."
Patrick noticed the slight desperation in the man's voice or it could be more like obsession. He gave Lisbon a quizzical look as she stared back at him; she saw something there that he hadn't seen in a long time fear.
"Everything is going to be fine if we follow what you say right?" Jane said hinting the words to the woman across from him.
"That is the gist of the idea." the criminal answered
Teresa swallowed hard. "This is a waste of time my team will find you and it will all be over."
"Such confidence. I wish I had a fraction of that, but your team will never find you. And if they do it will be on my terms on my rules and you will be most likely dead."
"Comforting." Rick muttered.
Teresa didn't let her frustration get to her even when it threatened to do so with every passing minute. The intercom cracked again as the man spoke.
"Mr. Jane I have some information that I thought would interest you. Care to hear it?" the voice challenged
"Of course but I doubt I would be interested." Jane simply put.
"I concur I have someone hear that wants to say something."
There was a pause then the intercom cracked again with a different voice.
"Patrick? Patrick can you hear me. Listen to what he says Pat listen-" the voice cut out and the intercom went dead.
Teresa never had seen anyone go white so fast before. Rick and Beckett looked at each other in confusion.
"Who was that?" the cop asked curiously.
Jane's heart came to a grinding halt at the sound of that voice. A voice he thought he would never hear again, his mouth was dry but he managed to answer even if it was in shock.
"My wife."
A/N: Surprise! I have tendency to these things with mentalist fics.
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