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Castle had searched every inch of the room, more than once, for anything he could use to escape or protect himself with. The itchy blanket on his bed just barely covered his body when in a fetal position; the cloth too rotten to trust it as a rope even if that could have been useful. There was no sheet on the filthy mattress. The metal bed was rusted together. The window bars were all solid; none of them even remotely loose. He had checked each one carefully, more than once. Castle entertained breaking one of the windows and using the glass as a weapon, but it would only work if he was one on one, with his captors and they always came in a group. There was no other furniture, no pipes, nothing.

He paced a lot. The dimensions of the room were etched in his mind, he had paced them out so often. He had lost track of how many days he had been in this god forsaken hell, but if he had to estimate it had to be approaching a month. The days had gotten longer, and evenings warmer. Summer was definitely approaching.

With only his thoughts to pass the time, his anger at Hunt consumed him. His thoughts became darker. Hunt became his obsession. The man wasn't a father, but a sperm donor. Once this was over, he would have the satisfaction of telling him exactly what he thought of him. The only brightness he let in was his family, thoughts of Martha, Alexis and Kate, chased away the darkness that threatened to overcome him, and for them, he held on. He was certain Kate and the boys were looking for him, he couldn't give up hope.

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Kate had been driving for an hour and was currently on I-495 W heading towards Manhattan. She was about half way there and her mind had been racing with thoughts of the pictures waiting for her at the loft. She prepared herself for the worst. She knew Martha and Alexis would be there and they needed her to be strong. A chill coursed through her body, and for the millionth time since his disappearance Kate felt the overwhelming feeling that he knew she was out there looking for him, and he hadn't given up.

"Hold on Castle. Please babe, hold on." She whispered into the empty car as she continued to drive. Thankfully, the traffic was light and she'd be there quick, if it held off.

She drove by exit 53 without incident. Just another exit on the highway on the way home. Yet, unknown to her, 8 miles north off the exit, Castle laid in his bed and thought of her, and everything he held dear to his heart.

There were two cruisers parked outside of his building when she arrived. She went to the underground parking garage and parked the car. As she walked to the elevator, thoughts of the many times she had ridden it to visit the loft flooded her. From her first visit, where she compared herself to Alfred seeing the Bat-Cave for the first time to her rain soaked visit where they had finally made love. This wasn't the end of their love story. She refused to accept that; there was so much more story to tell.

The elevator doors opened to controlled chaos. LT and Officer Hastings stood guard at the front door. CSU was still there wrapping up with what looked like a few FBI agents. Lanie, Espo, Ryan and Gates talked to Martha and Alexis at the kitchen island. They were visibly shaken. The apartment and hall had obviously been scrutinized for any evidence. She stood quietly in the middle of the loft taking it all in, when the group at the counter noticed her.

Alexis was the first to jump up and run into her arms. " I'm so glad you're here, Kate."

Kate hugged the girl tightly and kissed the top of her head, as she looked over at the group who sat at the counter. Their faces told her that they hadn't found anything of substance as she walked over to them.

"So did we get anything?" Her voice was anything but confidant. It was Espo who spoke up.

"Everything they've gotten has been sent out for processing. We took pictures of what was sent for you. The cameras in the hall had the lenses sprayed with black paint, so we have nothing usable on tape. They knew where the cameras were located and there were no direct or indirect views of their faces. We know three of them came in through the underground garage. Everything from the elevator buttons to the pictures are being analyzed for finger prints, maybe we can get a better idea of how many there are if there are new prints."

Espo handed her his phone with the pictures of the evidence collected and the photos of Castle. She leaned toward the island and clutched the side for support when she saw the first picture of Castle. It wasn't the worst picture she had ever seen, but it was of the man she loved most in the world. The impact took her by surprise as she eased herself into one of the stools, and forced herself to scroll through the rest. Her eyes filled quickly with tears, and for a moment she let herself feel every emotion. Then just as quickly as it had overcome her, she a turned those feelings into steadfast determination. She wiped a stray tear, straightened her back and looked up at Gates just as Shaw and Avery walked in the front door.

"Sir, am I allowed to work from the precinct?"

"You're officially on leave, but our services are at your disposal, and your desk is as you left it, Detective." Gates answered.

Everyone turned towards Shaw as she read something off her phone to them. "CSU found small particles of paint in the rug in the hall, and in the elevator. It is an industrial paint used years ago in schools and hospitals. The paint contained high levels of lead, which leads us to believe that our perpetrators are using an old building, maybe someplace abandoned, or partially renovated with construction halted since the paint particles were stuck to their shoes or clothes."

Ryan spoke up,"There are hundreds of places in the city alone that could fit that description, and who knows how many more between here and the Hampton's or in the state of New York."

"Then we'll start looking through every one of them." Kate responded.

"We need more than paint chips, Beckett." Espo answered. "It would take us years to go through them all."

Shaw spoke up, "We can start looking within five to ten miles radius of the Hampton home and the loft. Then extend the search from there. It's slow but it's the best location lead we've gotten. We'll make a list of what we find, and compare it to a list the NYPD makes. Then go from there."

At that moment Hunt strolled through the front door, he flashed something at LT and Hastings as he walked in. LT followed him into the room.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Martha bursts out as she looked at Kate.

"Kate?" Alexis asked her words caught in her throat. "No, not again."

"Does this have to do with him again?" Martha voice got louder. " Haven't you done enough?"

Hunt's face didn't so much as flinched at the reactions Of those around him. His face showed no expression whatsoever. The same could not be said for Kate, Martha, Alexis, and those from the 12th

Espo, Lanie, Ryan and Gates sat totally confused. It took just a moment for Ryan and Espo to recognize the man from two of their previous murder cases, and the man of interest in Alexis' kidnapping, though he was never interrogated. The boys quickly traded glances and stood with their hands firmly on their guns.

"Please stand down." Kate asked as she looked at Espo and Ryan. She didn't think she could hate Hunt more than she already did. She knew her precinct family would feel betrayed and that there could even be legal consequences.

"Captain Gates, Espo, Ryan and Lanie, I'd like you to meet CIA Covert Operative Jackson Hunt, Castle's father and the man responsible for Castle's kidnapping. He knows who they are, and why they have Castle."

You could have heard a pin drop as everyone in the room processed the information, and took a good look at Hunt.

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The two brothers sat on the floor and leaned against a bare wall just a few rooms from where Castle was being held. Safely back from their long drive to Manhattan, they wanted to relax and have a smoke, before having some fun with their prisoner.

"I don't know how people can live in that filthy crowded city. The urine smell everywhere is enough to make one sick. The car exhaust is disgusting."

"Some people thrive on that, they love the hectic rat race. It's why we do what we do, get rid of the stinkin' filth in this country. Once we get rid of Craven, we can get back to our original plan."

"Speaking of the plan, isn't this one taking too long? We haven't heard anything from him since we took his son."

"Patience, Craven will make his move. This place is secure. We have people near the front entrance, in the woods and all around this building. When he comes, we will know."

"What about his family?" He nodded toward where Castle was being held. "His Fiancé is a cop. She will look for him. If we wait long enough they will figure it out. Time isn't on our side."

"I'm counting on her to get Craven's attention. If we have to take her or his mother or daughter, or all three of them to flush him out, we will. Eventually he will come. If the pictures don't get things moving, we'll have to send something more personal next time."

The younger brother smiled. The smile was disturbing even to his brother. Removing body parts from their infidel captive would be just fine with him. He doesn't expect to live long anyway. Had they been able to follow through with their original plan, he would have already achieved martyrdom when he flew the explosive ladened plane into the crowded grandstand. He would have caused all that devastation to the infidel, and it would have been remembered forever. That thought gave him great pleasure.

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