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This is a long chapter, very heavy on plot. It's taken me longer to post it because I told you before my least favorite thing to write is police work…and this chapter is painfully full of it. But it is necessary. I'm sure I rushed through it because I absolutely hate writing it, but I hope it's not so rushed that you can't understand and enjoy the story. I hope I don't lose any of you with this chapter.

I still don't own Castle…

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Days turned into a week, and a week turned into two. Beckett's days consisted of going to work, being micro-managed by the new captain…there had been a murder case she'd caught; Gates hadn't completely benched her, of course, and still expected her to lead her team on any case except the shooting…and then going home to work on the shooting case on her own-more often than not with at least a couple of shots of something stronger than wine, usually whiskey or vodka; it wasn't enough to get drunk, but it was enough to take the edge off the emotional tailspin she was in.

The main component missing was Castle. She hadn't spoken to him since he'd kicked her out of his hospital room. He'd been angry with her, and she'd been so insistent on both working the case and getting him safely away from the fallout of…well, her…that she'd figured he'd call her if he wanted to talk. When he didn't, her pride wouldn't let her call him either, no matter how much she missed him or how much having him tell her to leave had hurt her.

She had called the hospital daily to check on his condition. He'd been released almost a week ago, and when she still hadn't heard from him, she did request a police detail put on his building for precautionary purposes, which hadn't been difficult for her to get approved considering the circumstances of his shooting and his friendship with the mayor…but when one of the officers had informed her he had packed his car and looked like he was heading out of town, she'd pulled them off, figuring he actually was going out to the Hamptons to fully recover. She was at least relieved by that information; it meant he'd be safe from everything, including her.

The boys had kept their word, discretely sharing anything they came across regarding the shooting, but it hadn't been much past the sketch of the shooter. On a hunch, she'd suggested the boys run financials on Montgomery, Raglan, and McAllister so they could try to find some kind of money trail…she was working on trying to piece everything together now.

She found herself thinking about how much easier it may have been with Castle's help. Despite the fact that she didn't usually admit it to him, his way of thinking outside the box somehow pushed her to be able to do her best work; building theory with him was second nature to her now, and she missed it. Stopping her train of thought before it could get too far out of the station, she poured herself another glass of whiskey, but before she could take a drink she saw it–an account number with an oddly large amount of deposits…and one huge withdrawal date right before her mother's murder. "Got you, you son of a bitch," she murmured, the alcohol in her glass now forgotten.

Another hour and a half of research on her part and she'd discovered that the bank had closed, but she'd managed to find an old warehouse where the records had ended up. Within minutes she was on the phone to the boys, explaining what she'd found and telling them to get a warrant and meet her at address she was sending them. Grabbing her leather jacket as well as her badge and gun, she ran out her door. Finally, FINALLY she had a solid lead that was going somewhere.

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Beckett arrived at the warehouse before the boys and remained in her car, watching the building until they showed up with the warrant, despite the way every fiber of her being wanted to go inside and find the files she needed. But she was too good of a cop; she knew if she didn't wait for the warrant, anything she found inside would be useless. As badly as she wanted to finally find out who was behind this whole thing, she wanted justice more…so she waited.

She narrowed her eyes as she saw a man coming out of the building, which was suspicious given the late hour. Getting out of her car, she drew her gun. "NYPD, don't move," she identified herself. The man froze for a moment. "Show me your hands and turn around slowly." The man did as he was told, holding up his hands and turning around with a smug smirk on his face. Her eyes widened when she realized she was looking into the face of the man from the sketch; the man who shot Castle.

"Detective Beckett…" he stated, his tone as smug as the look on his face. He was cocky, but calm.

Her jaw clenched, her finger itching to pull the trigger on the man who shot Castle if he would give her any kind of reason. "You shot my partner," she stated, her voice dangerously low. "Tell me who is behind this."

"You're wasting your time, Detective. You have no idea who you're up against," he stated simply.

"Neither do you." Her tone was steely as it took every bit of self-control she had to not pull the trigger. She knew she still needed information, though. Information this man had.

The man chuckled lowly. "Actually, we know exactly who we're up against." At that moment, a small explosion was triggered inside, knocking Beckett off her feet slightly as the warehouse was suddenly engulfed in flames.

Despite the fire, she managed to maintain her gun on the man as he started to back away slowly. "Tell me who is behind this!" she demanded again.

"First I'm going to finish getting of all the evidence…and once I'm done, I'm coming back for you, Detective. And this time, if your pretty little writer boy gets in my way, I'll kill him too." He kept slowly backing up into the dark.

His last words got to her. By the time she had recovered, the sirens from the fire trucks signaled their proximity and the man had disappeared into the shadows again. Staring into the dark for another long moment, she finally lowered her gun and reholstered it before running her hands through her hair.

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"Fire department confirms there is nothing left of the files," Esposito approached Beckett's desk at the precinct the following morning. "The explosion happened right in the file room. Anything that wasn't immediately destroyed burned in the fire."

Beckett heaved a deep sigh, leaning back in her chair. "This guy is always a step ahead of me. He was right there…I had him. And then…" she trailed off, clenching her jaw and pounding her hand on her desk in frustration.

Ryan watched for a moment, understanding how hard this was for her. "Beckett…we'll get him, ok?"

"Will we? Because he's a damn ghost that just appears when he wants and then disappears into the ether when he needs to," she growled in frustration. Sighing again, she pinched the bridge of her nose. "I know his play now. He's getting rid of the evidence. And then he's coming back for me," she said lowly. "For the first time in this case, I'm going to be one step ahead of him. I'm going after him before he can come after me."

Ryan shook his head. "What do you mean?"

"I'm going to draw him out before he gets to me."

"Beckett, do you think that's really a good idea? Gates is already highly suspicious with what happened last night…"

She gave him a stern look. "I don't care. This is my case…my mother's murder…my life. I am not sitting around and waiting for them to come and take it from me," she said angrily. "Look, I'm not asking either of you to do this with me. But I'm getting this son of a bitch before he hurts anyone else I care about."

"Come on, you know we've got your back, Beckett." Esposito shot Ryan a warning look. "Don't we, Ryan?"

The other man nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, we do."

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"Yo, Beckett…we caught a break," Esposito kept his voice down as he approached her in the breakroom at the coffee machine.

She arched an eyebrow. "What did you find?"

"Surveillance cam from across the street caught our guy approaching the warehouse. I was able to track his path backward using mostly traffic cams, and found him getting out of a parked car. Turns out the car was a rental," he explained, acting like they were having a nonchalant conversation as he was making coffee.

"Were you able to figure out where he rented it from?"

Esposito smiled. "Better than that. I have an ID. Ryan is running it down now. Guy's a pro, so it's most likely a cover ID, but he might have used it for something else in the city."

Beckett nodded, keeping her back to the window. "Thanks, Espo."

Ryan popped his head in the breakroom then. "Cole Maddox. ID is fake, but the rental company keeps a GPS tracker in its cars. It's within a one-block radius of this address," he held up a piece of paper.

"You guys go canvas, see if you can find his base of operations…a hotel or apartment building. Someone had to have seen something. Gates isn't going to let me leave now, but you find him and I'll meet you there," she kept her voice low as she spoke discretely before grabbing her cup and heading back to her desk.

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"Did you find him?" Beckett asked the boys, approaching their car in front of a hotel. She'd finally been able to get out of the precinct after 5PM when her shift was over and Gates was no longer watching her every move. She finished fastening her police vest around her.

"Yeah. Front desk clerk confirms Maddox is here on a one-month lease. They agreed to let us in his room," Esposito filled her in, both men already in their own police vest. "How do you want to play this?"

She thought for a moment. "Ryan, you stay down here in case he runs out. Espo, you're coming with me."

The boys nod and Esposito follows Beckett inside, guns drawn and ready. Once up at the room, Esposito gestures for the hotel employee to go once the door is unlocked. He waits for Beckett's nod before pushing the door open and stepping inside, her right on his heels as they clear the room. "Yo, Beckett!" he called from the other room.

She followed the sound of his voice. He was standing at a table with a laptop and a bunch of police files. "What the hell?"

"These look like old police files," he answered, looking through them. "They're Montgomery's old files."

"The evidence. He's getting rid of the evidence so it can't be linked back to his employer…so that this whole case gets buried…" she realized.

Esposito looked up to meet her eyes. "We've got to get out of here…get back-up to secure all this…" he started, already heading out of the room.

Maddox was waiting on him, though, and easily disarmed him, knocking him out and dropping him down to the floor. Beckett was already coming through the door with her gun drawn too, only to end up on the floor as well, without her gun. She wasn't out of it yet, though, grabbing her gun and quickly scrambling out of the room after him and dialing Ryan's number as she gave chase toward the stairwell. "Ryan, he's heading to the roof!" she yelled through the phone before hanging up so she could focus on the man.

She ran out onto the roof and slowed when she didn't see anyone. She kept her steps slow and quiet and paid attention, looking for any sign of him. Before she knew what happened, he grabbed her from behind. She immediately tossed her head back, knocking him in the nose and causing him to lose his grip on her. She immediately took a step away and tried to aim her gun back at him, only to have him knock her feet out from underneath her, causing her to land on her back with the wind knocked out of her, her gun falling from her hands.

She pushed herself up enough to lunge at his knees as he was getting up, tackling him back to the ground. She slammed his head into the ground, trying to subdue him. "Who do you work for?" she asked angrily.

He gave a hard punch to her ribs, knocking her off him. "Doesn't matter. You'll never touch him," he said lowly, taking the opportunity to get up.

She was pretty sure the hit had at least fractured a rib or two; it hurt to breathe. But she had to get up. "You shot my partner!" she growled, using her anger to fuel her as she got up and lunged at him again, jumping on his back to try to tackle him again.

He easily threw her off his back, elbowing her hard in the ribs he had previously hit. "That was a miscalculation on my part; I didn't anticipate he was brave enough to push you out of the way; guess what I heard is true...he is sweet on you," he replied, kicking her in the same spot on her ribs. "It's over, Detective," he said calmly, turning away.

It did take her a few moments to get her breath enough to push herself up this time, but she had at least spotted her gun on the ground and was able to grab it, aiming at him as she stood. "You're right…it is over," she said lowly.

Before she had the chance to pull the trigger herself, a single shot rang out and Maddox crumpled to the ground. Beckett instinctively dove behind a rooftop ventilation unit, hoping it would provide appropriate cover. She waited for another shot to come, but it never did. Holding onto her ribs, she tried to push herself up to try to see something, but before she could even get to her knees she heard Ryan's voice.

"Beckett!"

"Ryan, there's another sniper!" she yelled out the best she could. Damn, her ribs really hurt and it was getting harder to breathe.

Ryan immediately slipped behind another rooftop unit. "Backup is already on the way," he called out to her. "Maddox?"

"Sniper shot him," she called back.

"You alright?"

She winced as she took a deep breath. "Other than a broken rib or two, yeah…I'm good. Espo is knocked out downstairs," she informed him.

Once ESU arrived and had cleared the surrounding area of the sniper, Beckett was able to stand and slowly walk over to the body of Maddox, holding her ribs. She was bleeding from her nose and lip, and had a few other scrapes, but was otherwise okay; the damage was pretty much localized to her ribs. Standing over the body, she was silent until Ryan approached her. "Montgomery's old files are down there…he was trying to get rid of the evidence. We have to get those files, Ryan," she told him.

"You go get checked out. I'll get the files," he promised her. "No one is going to know about Montgomery," he added.

She winced again as she took a breath and nodded. Seeing Esposito already awake and being checked by medics as she exited the building, she was able to smile. However, seeing a very angry Captain Gates caused her smile to fade.

"Sir…" she started immediately.

Gates held up her hand to interrupt. "Get yourself checked out, Detective. Then you and I are going to have a long conversation about what it means to be off a case," she said angrily, pointing Beckett toward the medics.

"Yes, Sir." Beckett did have to wonder exactly how much trouble she was going to be in and hoped she would be able to mitigate any kind of trouble the boys might be in by falling on her own sword, so to speak.

Spotting Beckett about the get into an ambulance, Ryan approached and asked the medic to give them a minute. "Those files you and Espo saw are gone," he told her lowly.

Her eyes widened at that. "ESU?"

Ryan shook his head. "No. They were gone before any of our guys got here. In fact, they couldn't find anything indicating Maddox was ever here, aside from his body on the roof."

She thought for a moment. "The other sniper. Maddox screwed up shooting Castle instead of me. Whoever Maddox worked for must have gotten tired of waiting for him to finish the job and took him out to clean up his mess so that the whole case gets buried again."

"Looks that way," Ryan nodded. He gestured for her to go ahead and get into the ambulance.

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"Withholding evidence. Lying to a superior officer. Disobeying a direct order. What you did dishonors this city, and dishonors the badge!" Gates was angrily giving Beckett a dressing down. "You are on administrative leave, effective immediately."

"Sir…"

"Don't you Sir me, Detective. You're lucky I'm only suspending you and not firing you," she continued angrily. "You don't deserve to wear the uniform. Now hand over your badge and gun," she ordered.

Beckett straightened slightly, placing her gun on the desk. She looked at her badge for a little longer before she placed it on the desk.

"For all the good things I had heard about you, Detective, I have to say you haven't lived up to them. You've been a disappointment since I got here," she stated. "Oh, and Detective? Your suspension doesn't start until AFTER your medical leave for your injuries sustained on that roof is up. I don't want to see you back here until September. I suggest you use these 3 and a half months to get your act together and decide if you still want to wear this badge; I will not tolerate my detectives going rogue and disobeying my orders."

Clenching her jaw, Beckett nodded. "Yes, Sir," she replied simply through clenched teeth before leaving the office.

The boys were waiting as she exited the office. "Well?" Ryan asked.

Beckett looked at both of them and shook her head. "It could have been worse," she admitted. "I'm out until September."

"September?! Beckett, that's almost 4 months!" Esposito turned back to the office.

She was upset, but the last thing she wanted to do was make it worse for the boys. "It's fine. I knew it was coming for going against her orders; she's no Montgomery. I'll see you guys in September, ok?" She grabbed her things from her desk and headed for the elevator.

The boys watched her leave in disbelief, staring at the elevator until the doors had closed. "This sucks," Esposito murmured.

"Yeah it does," Ryan agreed.

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Castle was staring at a blank screen on his laptop. He'd been trying to write for days, but nothing would come to him. He was broken out of his staring contest with his laptop screen by his phone ringing. When he saw the caller was unknown, he almost didn't answer it, but his curiosity got the better of him.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Castle," a man's voice answers.

"Yeah?"

"I'm a friend of Roy Montgomery's. I'm calling about Detective Beckett. We need to talk."

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"Richard, you have to tell her!" Martha insisted, trying to talk some sense into her son.

"If I tell her, she won't let this thing go! She'll just keep running right into the line of fire!" Castle argued back.

"She's already in the line of fire," Martha countered. "Richard, listen to me. You haven't spoken to her in over two weeks. She's already investigating the shooting, she knows it's connected to her mother's case. You are in no condition to physically help her. Right now the only thing you can do for her is to tell her about this man." Seeing her son about to interrupt, she held her hand up to stop him. "It's her life, Richard. You can't make decisions for her. You owe it to her to at least let her have all the information so she can make an informed one."

He was quiet for a moment. "And what if I don't like her decision?"

"Then you have a choice to make. You can stand with her, or you can move on. That's your choice. But this…Richard, this first choice is hers."

He took a deep breath and released it slowly. He knew his mother was right. She had the right to know. Maybe he'd be able to reason with her. Maybe they'd be able to figure out something together. But he had to tell her. The only problem was he wasn't sure she would talk to him now; it had been over two weeks since he'd kicked her out of his hospital room. He had no idea where they stood before that point, but now he really had no clue. Picking up his phone, he clicked on her name and hoped she would answer.

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Beckett sat alone in her apartment, trying to get comfortable. She was stubborn about taking the pain medication for the broken ribs, preferring to suffer for the time being. Between that and her head space surrounding the shooting, her mother's case and her suspension, she was finding it increasingly difficult to relax, not to mention she had no idea what she was going to do to stay sane all summer. Maybe I should pack a bag and head up to Dad's cabin. She was already shifting to get up when her phone started to ring. Seeing Castle's name surprised her. They hadn't spoken since their argument at the hospital. "Hey Castle," she answered, trying to act like she wasn't affected in the least by everything.

"Hey…" he started, suddenly unsure how he was supposed to talk to her. It needed to be in person, and he was in the Hamptons. "How busy are you?"

She wasn't busy at all considering she wasn't allowed to work until the fall, but he didn't need to know that. "Oh you know, the usual. Why?"

He figured he might as well just be straight with her. He had a better chance of her agreeing to meet if he was. "We need to talk about the case…in person. Can you come out to the Hamptons?"

That shocked her; why was he calling her about the case? "Castle…"

"Kate, it's important. I can't tell you over the phone, it needs to be in person."

She could tell from the way he was speaking to her that it was important. "Okay. I can drive out tomorrow."

"Okay." That hadn't been as difficult as he'd thought. He lingered a moment longer. "Uh…you could stay a few days if you wanted…" he found himself offering. He had missed her…and maybe they could talk about what was between them, assuming the argument at the hospital and what he was going to tell her hadn't caused her to retreat back into herself again. Maybe now they could have a chance to talk, really talk, with no interruptions.

She found herself rolling her eyes. Though she supposed it was at least something to do so she wasn't going crazy in her apartment. She thought back to the previous summer when he'd made her the same offer and she'd turned him down, only then to reconsider too late; she'd missed her shot then, did she want to risk missing her shot now? "Text me the address. I'll see you tomorrow, Castle." She hung up without giving him an answer one way or the other, figuring she'd take a bag and decide after she heard what he had to say whether or not she would stay for a few days. After all, it wasn't like she had to be back at the precinct.

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I told you guys this was a long one, full of plot. Hopefully you all made it here to the end! Next chapter will be better, I promise…Castle and Beckett will be in it together and no real police work!