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Chapter 5

The first thought that had filtered through the murky fog filling his head, was he had been drugged. A steady drumming beat pulsed painfully through his head, but it wasn't nearly as severe as the last time he'd woken. He wondered how long he'd been unconscious, time had started to blur, and he no longer new how much time had lapsed since he was driven off the road.

In an attempt to answer his own question he forced himself to move and discovered there was unexpected freedom to his movements. When he took the chance and opened his eyes he noticed that his arms and legs were shackled, but he was no longer restrained to a chair. He could move around the room. The relief at his newfound freedom quickly turned to fear when his muddled brain realized his captors believed that there was no fear of him escaping.

The swelling around both eyes had subsided enough for him to take in his surroundings. He had definitely been moved. From where he laid, he spotted the remnants of a bathroom in the other room. He'd been placed on an old dirty, spring coil, twin mattress, that was too small for his frame. The tiny room was musty and the stench of decay and mold was nauseating. The upper half of the walls were a dingy white color, the bottom half an institutional split pea green. The paint was either chipped or water damaged and moldy. The cracked gray tiles on the floor were reminiscent of old schools or hospitals. He struggled against the movement induced vertigo and managed to sit up and put his feet on the floor without puking. His knees burned in protest as the room spun around him. His gut wrenched and a burning bile rose into his mouth from the pain that consumed him. With considerable difficulty he forced himself to stand and stumbled to the nearest window.

When his equilibrium recovered enough to comprehend what he saw, Castle felt reality crumble around him. Before him laid the abandoned grounds of some type of institution. Trees and bushes were either wildly overgrown or eerily dead and decaying. The road leading to the building was cracked and littered with potholes and debris. To the left, a smaller brick building sported graffiti across the front entrance and the shattered windows on every floor revealed no life or light. Dead ivy clawed against the crumbling brick exterior. The silence was deafening, and his mind couldn't let go of the fact that this was the kind of place bad things happened in his books.

The room spun around him when he turned away from the window towards the only other exit in the room. He used the wall for support and dragged himself along it to the door. A desperate exploratory shove and kick proved that it was thick and obviously solid. The doorknob didn't turn when he tried it. The keyhole was for an old fashion skeleton type key. Maybe when his head felt better he could put some of his research to work, but that thought quickly dissipated when he felt his stomach lurch violently as the tendrils of fear stirred the bile that rose to his throat.

His legs gave out from under him as he sunk to the floor. He felt weak and nauseous, the pain in his chest and head increased as he became more conscious of his situation And the drug wore off.

His mind suddenly focused on the muffled sound of voices coming through the door. He could hear at least two, maybe mire men talking. He concentrated on their voices and was able to extract snippets of the conversation.

From what he gathered these men had purchased an old cargo plane in Canada. They had planned to load it with ammonium nitrate fertilizer collected over a period of time, mix it with Diesel fuel and then explode it just before it hit the track in front of the main straight grandstand during the Indianapolis 500 during Memorial Day. The death toll would be in the tens of thousands with thousands more injured. Something had gone terribly wrong a month before the race, and the plane had blown up killing many of their people. They suspected sabotage and had figured out who was responsible.

Castle closed his eyes, his head pounded with blinding pain, his chest ached. The thumping in his head increased and he clutched the wall behind him as the room spun. He couldn't understand what all this had to do with him. Why was he being held? They couldn't think he had anything to do with it. Something at the back of his thoughts was nagging him, but he couldn't grasp it with the pain he was in.

Darkness crept into the edges of his consciousness, he knew she'd be waiting there for him, so he closed his eyes and welcomed it.

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The precinct was always a busy place, but today it had been busier than usual. Officers and detectives not scheduled to work had volunteered in an effort to locate, Castle. Some detectives drove to the Hampton's to offer assistance. Others poured over traffic cams within a 10 miles of the accident. Everyone helped anyway they could.

Ryan had been at his desk, he'd just pulled Kate and Castle's marriage license application from the City Clerk's Office when something immediately caught his eye.

"Hey Javi, come take a look at this." Espo walked to Ryan's desk and looked over his partners shoulder.

"Ok, that's Beckett and Castles marriage license application, from the Clerk's Office. So?" He looked at Ryan not seeing anything out of the ordinary.

"Man, come on, look at the date; it says they got married March 18, 1997. Beckett was only 17 and a junior in high school when she was supposedly getting married. A minor under the age of 18 needs parental consent to get married in Nevada. I called, "Drive Through of Love" in Vegas and there was no record of a Rogan O'Leary and Katherine Houghton Beckett ever getting married there. I think that record is a fake. That resembled the kind of file they made for people in Witness Protection."

"You're right Bro, something's not right. How can that be?" Espo nods towards Gates office. "I think we should tell her. Maybe she can get to the bottom of this."

The boys stood and walked over to Gates' office, they knocked and were invited to enter. The door closed firmly behind them, as they shared what they had discovered. It wasn't long before Gates reached for her phone. She thanked them and dismissed them as she waited for the phone to be answered.

"Special Agent Jordan Shaw, please?" Gates asks.

"This is she."

"Agent Shaw, this is Captain Victoria Gates of the 12th precinct in New York City. My team here, talks very highly of you, and Captain Montgomery's notes on the Dunn case were impressive. I read about the Re-capitator case you were involved in, in Phoenix. I'm calling because we have a case you may be interested in helping us with."

"I'm listening."

"On the way to his wedding the groom was run off the road into an embankment and his car caught fire. His fiancé was called and told of the accident, but not by the police. It has been determined that the burned body is not that of the groom. It appears that the groom was kidnapped. We have evidence of conspiracy, their wedding was sabotaged from the get go."

"Kidnapping is always the jurisdiction of the FBI. You have a local office and didn't call them so there is more. What aren't you telling me?" Jordan asked.

"The grooms name is Richard Edgar Castle, the brides name is Katherine Houghton Beckett."

"You should have told me that up front. How is Kate holding up? She has had so much hardship in her life. We stayed in touch for a while after the Dunn case, but life got in the way. I'm beyond thrilled that those two finally got it together. I'm not currently on a case. I'll run this by my supervisor and call you back. No matter what, I'll help in any way I can." Jordan answered as she started looking up flights to New York on her computer.

"Well, let me know, and thank you Agent Shaw for whatever help you can offer." Gates hung up her office phone and stared out into the bustling bullpen at her staff. She prayed that this would end well.

Just as she is was about to return to the Bullpen, Gates' phone rang again. Interestingly enough it was Lanie Parrish. It's not often that the ME's office called her.

"Captain Gate's" she answered.

"Captain Gates, this is Lanie Parrish from the ME's office. We are at the Hampton ME's office and just got the DNA results from the body in Castle's Mercedes. The body in the car was that of Rogan O'Leary, Kate's ex-husband. We also found accelerant on the driver's side seat and on a few unburned fragments of his clothes."

Then there was silence as Lanie's words sank in.

The place where Castle is being held does exist. It's called the King's Park Psychiatric Center located in King's Park, NY. It is just about one hour from the Hampton's and has been abandoned since 1996. If you Google it you will find tons of pictures of the place.

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