Chapter 2

Beckett heard her name being called through the darkness. Why was it so dark? The last thing she remembered was getting home. Then, she walked into her apartment, and then...

Her eyes shot open, and her head snapped up. Tyson had kidnapped her. How? He's dead, or at least she thought he was.

Beckett held off the questions to take in her surroundings. It was dark. The only light was coming from a light bulb that was hanging from the ceiling. Her head was hazy, and her head pounded.

She tried to move her hands and legs but they were tied down using handcuffs. She wiggled around, only to find that not only were her ankles and wrist were tied, but so were her upper and forearms. Her torso was also tied down too. She examined the knots on her legs. They were some sort of sailor knot that looked like it it could never be untied.

She moved her neck, and winced. Her neck was sore from the chair she was sitting in. She moaned, and it was muffled. She poked her tongue between her teeth and was met with tape. They had gagged her with duct tape.

Her mind raced. She was running out of plans. Tyson obviously didn't want her to escape. She tried to tip the chair over, but it didn't even budge. It must have been bolted to the floor. Shit, she was screwed.

She heard faint footsteps from behind her, and a door knob turning. A door opened, and she heard heavy footsteps coming toward her, and a figure appeared in front of her. He smiled at her like he was going to do her a kindness and approached her. He grabbed a piece of the tape and yanked hard. Her lips stung with pain.

"There. It's good to see you Kate."

"The feeling isn't mutual, I can assure you." Her voice rasped. Her throat felt like she had swallowed a bucket of sand.

"Aww... Come on Katie, we're gonna have so much fun." His eyes scanned her body hungrily. "Every thing is perfect," His eyes stopped on her head. "Except for the hair." He grabbed her hair, and smashed her head back against the chair. Her head exploded into pain, and her eyes went blurry.

Tyson snapped his fingers, and two men came in. One punched her in the face a few times, and her head snapped back again. The same man punched her in the gut and held down her arms, even though she had no strength in her body to fight. The other started to untie her. Once she was completely untied, they dragged her over to a door she hadn't noticed before. Tyson opened it, and she saw that inside was a bathroom.

It was old, to say the least. Like the last room, there was one light dangling from the ceiling. She looked over at the sink and saw blonde hair dye. They led her over to the bathtub, and made her kneel in front of it.

Tyson turned on the water, and shoved her head underneath it. She bit her lip to keep in the gasp. The water was freezing! She had her eyes open, and she saw the water turn red. She didn't even know she was bleeding.

Tyson yanked her head back, and the two men grabbed her arms and pinned then behind her back. They pushed her to the floor, and Tyson put his knee on her spine in between her shoulders. Her grabbed the hair dye from the counter. He ripped it open with his teeth, and grabbed the tube from inside. He twisted the cap off with his teeth, and poured the dye into her hair. She wiggled her head back and forth, trying to throw some of the dye out of her hair.

Tyson grabbed her hair, and slammed her head into the floor. Her vision blurred, and she saw her vision blacken. Soon, she was unconscious.

~Caskett Always~

Castle slowly came back to consciousness, feeling like his head was stuffed with cotton. He opened his eyes, and immediately squinted. It was so bright. Where was he?

He closed his eyes trying to recollect his thoughts. He remembered solving the case, and saying goodbye to Beckett, then he got a cab home. He got home and...

His eyes flew open.

Kate!

Tyson has Kate. The cloth smelt like cherries, and there's only one person he knew who smelt like that.
Castle started to pull on his restraints. He tried to move his hands and legs but they were tied down using handcuffs. He moved around, only to find that not only were his ankles and wrist were tied, but so were his upper and forearms with knotted rope. His torso was also tied down. He examined the knots on his legs. They were some kind of intricate knot that looked like it it could never be untied.

"You'll never escape from those."
Castle's head snapped up. He hadn't even noticed the woman come in.

"Who are you, and how did I get here?" He growled at her.

She clucked her tongue at him.

"So grumpy. My name's Kate."

He was so not calling her Kate. He looked at the woman, taking in her appearance. She had brown hair very similar to Beckett's. In fact, a lot of her features were very similar to Beckett's. She was wearing a royal blue shirt and black pants. The woman could've been Beckett's sister.

"You didn't answer my second question.

The woman walked over to his chair and bent down so she was at eye level with him.

"You were dropped off by my partner, Tyson. You know him, I believe."

"Unfortunately, yes." He sneered at her.

"Where's Kate?" He glared at her.

The woman, K, he decided to call her, rolled her eyes.

"Oh, her? No need to care about that bitch anymore. She's with Jerry right know, and I get you. That was our deal."

"She's not a bitch!" Castle yelled at her. This woman was becoming more and more irritating by the minute.

"Come on Ricky, it's just the two of us now. I've been waiting for this moment ever since you wrote your first Derrick Storm book. Then you had to go and kill him off. But then I heard that you were writing another book and I was excited. But then I learned it was about a sexy NYPD detective, Katherine Beckett." By now she was standing and pacing around his chair, dragging a finger across his back and chest. "I couldn't stand to read about Nikki Heat and Jameson Rook knowing it was based off of her."

She walked over to a table that he hadn't seen earlier. He noticed a wide assortment of knives, a few hand guns, and a laptop. K grabbed the laptop and pulled a stool over and set the laptop on top of it. She opened up a program that had a camera on it projecting them and three other sections that were static.

"It's almost time."

"Time for what."

"For our meeting with a certain someone."

Oh my God guys, I'm SO sorry for not updating for, like, two months. I've been extremely busy, but I finished this chapter like I promised I would. So fans, until the next update.

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