Title: It's Explosive

By: greygoose70

Chapter 6

Starting to get a bit antsy Dennis Morgan began pacing back and forth, three steps one way, three steps back. Suddenly he heard chatter coming from the stairs so he hid behind the pillar he had positioned himself at, peeking to see for what vehicle they were headed.

There were six of them, two girls, four guys. The two girls and two of the guys headed toward of the convertible the other two guys towards the hardtop. What luck, he thought. He couldn't have planned this any better. The two girls got in the convertible while the two guys actually got in the car next to them, a late model Mustang. "Shit," he muttered he was hoping they all got into convertible. "Oh well se la vie," he said.

He watched as the Mustang fired up, backed out then with tires squealing made for the exit. The girls in the meantime had retracted the convertibles top and were backing out of their space just as the other car was doing the same. Morgan waited until both were clear, beginning to move forward when he simultaneously pressed the buttons he held, exploding the bombs.

The sound was deafening, the C4 sending parts flying, other cars with alarms systems began blaring. Morgan knew the explosions would be loud being in a somewhat enclosed place that's why he had the forethought to put plugs in his ears but even with them the noise was loud, he could only imagine the volume without them.

He wasn't one to wait around to see the damage he cause so he went right to the stairs and walked out. People were beginning to gather, they would ask him what happened, he would just say "explosion" and keep on walking. By the time he reached his van he could hear the sirens of fire trucks and police cars. Entering through the side door of his van he shucked his hoody and black shirt then removed the brown beard, mustache and wig. He filled the sink with water, grabbed the soap and scrubbed his face. Donning a clean shirt he crawled over the center console, took his seat behind the wheel, started the flat six turbo charged motor, pulled out of the alley into the street heading for the I-95 and Washington DC.

Captain Montgomery was sitting at his desk when his phone started ringing but it wasn't his regular line it was the hot line. That meant the APB Beckett called in earlier garnered a hit. "Montgomery," he said answering the call. "Got it," he responded hanging up then rushing out to the bullpen shouting, "Beckett your van has been spotted traveling south on 12th Avenue, 12- Adam-24 spotted him it as it crossed 48th Street, he's on the "broadcast channel." Which meant every every unit in the precinct was receiving the same transmission.

"Let's go!" Beckett shouted. "Jordan we'll need to take your vehicle."

"No problem it's out front," she answered.

They stormed out of the precinct towards Shaw's SUV, Beckett getting in front, Castle and Avery in the back. "101.6," Shaw told her as she observed Beckett reaching for the radio mike.

Finding the correct frequency Beckett instantly activated the mike and spoke. "12-Adam-24, Detective Beckett here. Continue to follow, do not try to apprehend. Will try to intercept. Over."

"Well you better hurry he just turned left on West 40th, looks like he's heading for the Lincoln Tunnel."

"Continue to follow, I'll contact Jersey Highway Patrol…"

"Doing it now," Avery interrupted her from his seat in the back.

"12-Adam-24, being done as we speak. Will be there in five, currently in a black SUV with two federal agents."

"Copy that detective. Driver doesn't appear in a hurry, not speeding or driving erratically.

"Good, advise if situation changes, Beckett out."

"Will do, 12-Adam-24 out."

Dennis Morgan entered the right tube of the Lincoln Tunnel, the one with two westbound lanes. Keeping to the speed limit, thinking he had all the time in the world, he wasn't really paying to much attention as to what was behind him, keeping his attention to the front. The traffic wasn't overly heavy but it wasn't exactly light either, it just moved along.

Shaw sped into the tunnel, light flashing, cars ahead speeding up, those on her left slowing down allowing her room to get passed. This scenario continuing till she was along side the police unit, at which time she killed her flashing light. She could see the van two cars in front of him.

Something suddenly caught Dennis Morgans attention, taking a quick peek in the drivers side mirror he caught sight of the red and blue flashing lights just before they stopped. Checking the other side he thought he could see a regular police car, their lights roof mounted. They couldn't be after him. He took another peek, the SUV had moved up, was only one car behind to his left. He had to think, if they were after him, how did they find him. He knew he couldn't outrun them, he needed to create a diversion. Seeing the exit ahead he reached into his center console, pulling out one of the two bombs he had left, tossing it out the window, it landing on the roof of the car in the lane to his left, the magnet holding it place, the driver of the car instantly slowing down giving him the room he needed to get by and speed ahead, creating distance. Morgan stuck his arm out the window remote in his hand and pressed the button.

KAAABOOOM

Beckett saw something fly from the window of the van, landing on the roof of the car next to it. "STOP YOUR CAR!" She yelled into the mike hoping the officer would immediately do as she ordered, the SUV already at a crawl, Jordan hit the brakes bringing it to a halt. "EVERYBODY DOWN!" The mike in her hand still live.

That's when it happened, the explosion but not the car in front of them. No, instead it was the van that blew into a mass of flying medal, glass and upholstery. The shock wave and noise traveling throughout the tunnel.

Beckett rose from her hunkered position on the floor, looked out to see what kind of damage there is. "Anyone hurt?" she asked seeing her companions also raising up. "NO," came their cumulative response. Getting out she went up to the black 'n white, checking on the two officers there getting the same response.

"How'd you know?" Officer Hamlin asked getting out of the cruiser.

"Saw him toss something out the window. When it landed on the roof of the car next to him and stuck I knew it was a bomb. I'm actually surprised it didn't explode also…"

"Probably because the battery was dislodged when it landed," Castle answered her holding the bomb in one hand the power source in the other.

Four hours later after all the wreckage had been cleared, the dead, five counting Dennis Morgan, bagged and taken to the morgue. The wounded, seven, two severely, taken to a hospital the gallant team of Shaw, Avery, Beckett and Castle (and probably most of the 12th) found themselves gathered in Castle's booth, at the 'Old Haunt', enjoying beer and food (on the house), of course.

"Hate bombing cases," Jordan said taking a sip of her beer. "Me too," Avery iterated.

"I take it wasn't your first." Beckett commented signaling Moni for another round.

"How bout you Castle?" Avery asked setting his empty mug down.

"If you've read any of my books you'd know the answer to that is no. I don't write about them, there's no rhyme or reason behind their action."

"He's right," Kate agreeing, "I've read all his books and not in any of them did he have a bomber as his villain. This was my first and hopefully my last."

Little did Kate know that within the next six months she and Castle and most of New York City would be involved in the hunt for a 'dirty bomb', one that Castle managed to defuse with zero time remaining.

She also didn't know that the day following that case when all the paperwork had been completed and they were sitting comfortably on his sinfully comfortable leather sofa, a glass of wine in her hand, that Castle would get down on one knee, ring in his hand, giving the best speech ever and asked her to marry him.

She also didn't know that with tears streaming down her cheeks she would say, YES.

THE END