I got the idea for this story after watching the final scene in the episode Anatomy of A Murder. As is the usual case the idea refused to stay in my head. I don't know where this story is heading and where it will end but the fun part the journey itself. I hope you like the first chapter.

I'd Get You Out

Chapter 1

"Don't worry Castle, I'd get you out..."

Her words echoed in Castle's head. He couldn't help but smile at the words and it grew as he remembered the scene in Precinct. He had been arguing with Esposito over a hypothetical prison term and he'd learned with dismay that Esposito would leave him in jail to rot while he made an escape. Then Beckett had strolled past and tossed those words at him in a nonchalant way. It might have looked like a throw away line but he caught the deeper meaning. It had left him stunned and unable to speak. Thinking about it now...

Castle winced at the sudden pain that exploded across his jaw. Instinctively his hand reached up to gingerly touch the side of his jaw where he had been punched. His left eye was starting to close up. Breathing was a little difficult as every deep breath he took brought with its own wave of pain. He had to remind himself to take shallow breaths.

He didn't need to examine himself to know that he would have a number of bruises all over his body. His ribs hurt from the kicking he had received following the punch to the jaw. They were definitely bruised and it would not have surprised him if one or two were broken. His head throbbed from the pistol whipping.

The attack had been fast as it had been sudden. He had emerged from the cantina having finished the meal with his locale guide when they had descended on him. They materialised from the shadows like dark ghostly wraiths. He had no chance to defend himself. Even if he had time to try there were too many of them and they still would have overpowered him.

He was sitting on a cot in in the a small dark cell. A single light bulb was suspended from the middle of ceiling. It struggled desperately to illuminate the cell. He was grateful at having to take shallow breaths as the cell smell rank. The various putrid aromas were making his head spin or was that because of the pistol whipping?

He had no idea how long he had been imprisoned in the cell. His captors had taken his watch before they threw him in here. They also relieved him of his other valuables, wallet, credit cards and phone.

As the fog in his head slowly began to clear a little Castle began to remember a little bit of his kidnapping. Though nearly being beaten senseless he remembered being bound and gagged before being bundled into the trunk of a car. The journey had not been too long but the car had wound this way and that travelling over hard tarmac for a short while before there was a long pause.

He deduced that they must have reached some border post. While stationary Castle had heard voices and his hopes rose that the trunk would be opened and he would be discovered and rescued. But the officious voices asked cursory questions and did not seem too interested in wanting to inspect the car. His hopes of rescue deflated.

Then when the car resumed driving he felt it crossing a bridge. There was more travel on a hard tarmac before the driver went off road. The driver seemed to make it a point to find all the ruts making it an even more unpleasant ride for him.

Then the car had come to a stop where he got hauled out of the car and dragged into what looked like a warehouse. He noticed his captors were all wearing balaclavas. They removed his gag and the bonds before he was thrown unceremoniously into the cell. That was the last he saw of them.

"Where the hell am I?" he wondered aloud.