I'm sorry this chapter took so long to go up. my twins graduated high school, we went to their college orientation, and I had a touch of writers block. I admit that this isn't probably the best chapter, but I hope you enjoy it. Thank you to everyone who reviewed! Those reviews help motivate me, I didn't want to let anyone down. To all who faved or put me on alert Thank You! I promise not to let this much time slip by again without updating. This is still my entry into the 2014 Castle Hiatus Ficathon. Now, on with the show...

Kate laid on her side facing the open French doors. The ocean breeze made the sheer white curtains dance against the fading colors of the world beyond. His warm breath cascaded across her neck and over her shoulder, his fingers feathered across her shoulder, down her side, to the tip of her hip and back. Chills coursed down her spine and she moaned as her head dropped forward. Castle's mouth devoured the silky skin at the sensitive juncture at the back of her neck. His lips and hands had made her come undone so many times, yet it always seemed so new, so delicious.

"Kate," his voice low and sexy at her ear. "I need you." His hips canted against the curve of her back, and she felt his need hard against the cheeks of her ass. She teased him as she ground herself against him. She was rewarded by a deep feral growl as his large hands kneaded her breasts. Kate's back arched as her body chased his hands. His other hand slithered between her legs and spread her folds. His middle finger dragged her wetness over the swollen nub, and her body instantly surrendered to him. Every inch of her needed him, in a way that she had never experienced before him. One touch and she had been his, and it had always been that way, from day one. There had been no stopping the inevitable collision.

He possessed her, body and soul without question.

The ache between her legs consumed her, heat coursed wildly through her veins. "Take me, Castle." She moaned as his fingers continued their assault on her body. "God, I need you."

He sheathed himself into her from behind and the angle made her gasp his name, her body trembled. "More." She moaned.

His body encompassed hers and his rhythm was hard and even against her. He watched the honey licked curls sway across her back as he thrust deeply into her. He watched as tiny beads of sweat formed between her shoulder blades. He loved her wanton and free like this.

"I love you, Kate. I'm never letting you go. Don't let me go." His voice was low and gravely. "Always, Kate Always." He murmured against her sweat slicked skin.

His voice faded into the dark recesses of her mind. Her body arched for his touch, desperate and wanting, and in that instant between sleep and wakefulness her heart shattered. The pain so intense she'd gladly welcome Maddox's bullet instead.

She gasped for air between sobs as reality crashed around her. Her face buried in his pillow desperate for a wisp of his fading scent. Tears refused to spill as anger hummed through her veins, and she wanted to scream at every unearthly power for the epic tragedy her life was.

She needed to find him, every fiber of her knew he was alive and whoever had him, whoever did this would pay.

Kate got up and showered. It was late in the morning and Alexis and Martha had a ready left for the city. The women had discussed their plans over dinner. Martha and Alexis could not just sit and wait for news. They had to get back and continue on with their lives. Kate would keep them updated and would follow them back to the loft within a week, if nothing new surfaced at the Hampton's. Castle would have wanted it that way.

Kate stood in front of her murder board. Nothing added up. There were more unanswered questions than facts. They needed a new lead. It was just after noon time when Kate's phone had rung, and the Hampton PD logo flashed across her screen.

"Beckett." She answered with apprehension.

"Detective, this is Chief Brady. We received a call about a black SUV spotted at a vacant home, currently for sale at the outskirts of town. My men and I are about to go, if you'd like to meet us there."

Kate felt the thundering beat of her heart against her ribs as he rattled of the address. She immediately entered it into the GPS on her phone and ran out the door.

She didn't remember the drive out to the address Brady had provided. Her mind raced through all the possibilities. His unseeing eyes flashed before her eyes and her stomach lurched wildly. She shook the morbid image from her head. Upon arrival, she met with Brady and his men. They had observed no movement from inside the house or around the SUV. They waited patiently until the loud whooshing sound of a helicopter could be heard. The bird landed about a half mile away, and within minutes the small convoy could be seen approaching.

Brady informed Beckett that the FBI was now involved in the case. It wasn't until a familiar auburn head popped out of the black car that Kate let out a strained breath. "Detective Beckett, what can you tell me?"

"Agent Jordan Shaw, this is Chief Brady, he is heading the investigation here. He has all the details."

"Agent Shaw, Detective, at approximately 9:30 am this morning the owner of that home over there noticed that the SUV they saw yesterday afternoon was still parked at the house. She knew that the house was empty and had seen the black vehicle on several other occasions, but thought it was the realtor showing the house. She called this morning because it had been there since yesterday. We called the realtor and the house hasn't been shown in over two weeks. My deputies have been observing the home since 10:00 this morning and there has been no movement."

Agent Avery walked out from behind the cars with the rest of their team. He held an infrared thermal imaging machine which had determined that there were no heat sources in the house, or in and around the vehicle.

Within minutes Shaw's and Brady's men had entered and cleared the home. Each room had been meticulously searched, The unfinished basement where Castle had been kept was being processed, as were all other rooms and surfaces. Blood had been found in both the basement and the black SUV, as well as hair and fibers. One of Castle's cuff links had been found in the crease of the back passenger side of the SUV was damaged, and the silver paint was sent out for analysis to see if it matched the paint from Castle's car.

Agent Shaw had pulled out her fancy FBI toys and rushed prints to the front of the line at the lab. This time Beckett made no objections to the calvary swooping in and taking over.

Within two hours blood and hair samples had placed Castle and Rogan O 'Leary in the black Escalade. Castle's blood was also identified in the basement, the amount of blood found at the scene wasn't life threatening. The paint on the SUV matched the paint from Castle's Mercedes. Finger prints found at the scene were being run through all possible databases.

It was evening and Kate had asked Jordan to stay at the house instead of booking a room at a hotel for the night. It was the first time in days that Kate felt like she could breathe. Castle was alive. There was something big going on here, and she just couldn't understand how Castle fit into it all. They had been eating in silence, both lost in thought when Jordan cleared her throat.

"How are you holding up, Kate?"

"I'm numb. It took so long for us to get here. He fought tooth and nail, now it's my turn. I'm not giving up. I know he's out there and he's alive. I know he wouldn't give up. I just keep going over everything we have and none of the puzzle pieces line up. Every new clue leads no where. I need him here, to weave me a story, to make it all make sense."

"There hasn't been any contact from anyone?"

"If this was about money we would have been called by now." None of this made sense and time was against them.

Shaw's phone had rung. Avery could be heard on the other end disseminating information. Shaw hung up and looked at Kate.

"We have hits on two sets of prints found in the car.. Both men are on the no fly list and are suspected terrorists who sympathize with our enemies. They are gathering as much information as possible and requesting help from the CIA.

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He hadn't had any contact in days. No voices, footsteps, nothing that resembled another human anywhere. He kicked, rammed and pounded on the door at the end of his first day alone. On the second day he had screamed himself hoarse. The third day alone he laid in the bed, staring wide eyed at the cracked ceiling, his mind raced with thoughts and theories, but he hardly moved.

He was at least ten stories up in this building and there was nothing of any use in his room that he could use to escape. His captors had left water beside his bed in a pitcher. He had been careful and rationed it from the start, and the day it had rained he collected more through the bars on the windows.

Fear slowly crept over him. Frustration was festered below the surface. The silence and solitude chipped away at his sanity. He was a social animal, being alone had always been detrimental. The normal nervous energy that was an integral part of him had no outlet, and it all continued to take it's toll.

He closed his eyes and thought of Kate. He was determined to do anything to get back to her and his family, he just had to wait for the opportunity because right now, there was nothing he could do.

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Hunt knew who he was searching for. He had worked among them to infiltrate them, but right now had lost their trail. He managed to find the home they had kept Richard in just as they were evacuating the premises. Four cars had left the house, and he had to choose one to follow without backup. One car remained parked and empty. When the SUV had finally stopped three young teens had emerged.

Jackson Hunt had questioned them only to learn that they had been approached by a man who offered them $150 each to drive the SUV to Silver Spoon diner 50 miles away, then find their way home. The man had medium height with brown hair and beard, he never took off his dark aviator glasses. He was tall and skinny and wore jeans, a green t-shirt and a Yankees cap. The boys heard and saw other people, but they weren't close enough to describe them. Jackson Hunt let them go, they were kids who made a quick $150 and had no clue what they had gotten themselves involved in.

Richard was out there, and he was paying the price for his recent actions. He knew they were using his son to draw him out, he just needed a little more time.

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