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The man had moved to McGee and was slowly peeling the duct tape off of his face. Castle was more of a pull it off fast like a band-aid kind of person. McGee coughed a couple times before looking up at the man probably trying to size him up and figure out what this guy was capable of. Obviously he was capable of murder and kidnapping and the way things were looking he was probably good with torture.

"What is this?" McGee asked after a bit. His voice seemed weak and Castle couldn't help but wonder if something had happened to his throat. "What do you want?" He asked with a little more strength in his voice. Castle knew Tony liked to tease McGee about him being weak but he also knew that the both Tony and Agent Gibbs trusted McGee enough to have their backs so he knew that somehow, with effort from both of them, they would be able to get themselves out of this situation.

"I just told you, I would like to play a game." The man stepped back so that the darkness swallowed him once more but Castle could hear him moving something around.

"What do you mean? What kind of game?" Castle found himself asking. The noise stopped and suddenly their captor was by his side once more. He leaned down and ran his finger across the mouse pad on the laptop. After a moment the words that had been flashing by before disappeared and a Word document opened. The words 'shoot to kill' were written at the top in big letters.

"It will be a fun game. Something you both should appreciate." He made his way back into the darkness only to come back a moment later and set something big and heavy on McGee's side of the desks. After focusing on it for a brief bit Castle realized that it was a type writer.

"What do you mean?" McGee asked with a threatening voice. He obviously didn't like the way this was going. But hell, who would?

"Let me explain the rules." It was eerie how calm this guy seemed. Castle had always figured that people like him would get angry very easily, but he was acting as if this were a business affair.

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Kate sat at her desk staring at the mostly filled white board in front of her, willing it to tell her something, anything. They had been back at the precinct going over what they knew for a little over an hour and everyone was stressing out. Agent Gibbs had been in Montgomery's office for the majority of the time and Kate could only hope that they were figuring something out. Ryan and agent David were making phone calls and running all of the small things that never seemed to lead anywhere but they had to treat like it was major information. Especially now that this was personal. Kate had told Esposito and DiNozzo to head down to the morgue and see what Lanie and Ducky could find. On the phone Lanie had told her that it wasn't worth her wasting her time to make the trip down there and that there hadn't been anything important on the Marine. She had also informed her that she would be checking on her hourly to make sure that she wasn't going to self destruct or anything.

So now she sat here, like she always did, waiting for the victims and the evidence they had to tell her something. She gripped the dry erase marker a little tighter and tried not to let all of the sad thoughts enter her head. She needed to stay focused on the task at hand and not let her personal feelings get in the way of her doing her job to the best of her ability. But she would be lying if she said she wasn't scared as hell.

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Ducky knew how to be professional in these kinds of situations no matter how worried he was. He had worked in this field long enough to know that if he let his emotions take hold he could miss something incredibly important.

His new partner, on the other hand, didn't seem to be able to hold it as together as him. She didn't seem too distraught but she wasn't entirely focused either. Ducky didn't mention it though because he knew how she felt, he was just better at holding it together. He had gone through similar situations before with each member of his team and, no matter how much it saddened him, he trudged on.

When Anthony and detective Esposito arrived Dr. Parish let the saddened detective hold her for a bit. Ducky could instantly tell that there was something going on but now was definitely not the time nor the place to bring that up. The detective gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before pulling away and they both put up their protective barriers in order to stay professional.

Anthony was standing off to the side, looking at the poor man lying on the table covered in only a white sheet. He had a far off look in his eye and Ducky knew he wasn't taking this well. They had finished the autopsy and found that everything was exactly the same as it had been with the others. Lanie quickly ran through what they knew about the body before both men turned and left.

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"You will both be writing about specific characters, only, you will be writing each of their deaths. Whoever writes the scenes the best wins." The man leaned up against the desks and watched both of them.

"What if we don't?" Castle asked. "What if I refuse to write?" Castle saw a small sliver of anger pass over the man's features but it was gone in a flash.

"You have no choice. You will both be writing and whoever is best will have the assurance that their team is safe." He straitened. "You will be writing about the each others team mates. Mr. Castle, you will be writing the murders of Agents DiNozzo, David, and Gibbs. Mr. Gemcity, you will be writing the murders of detectives Ryan, Esposito, and Beckett. Whoever writes it best will get to go back to their lives, maybe. The other will have to sit by and watch as I bring to life one of your writings and, well, one of your teams will be dying. It's up to you two to decide who and how." Castle felt panic and rage build up in his chest. This couldn't be happening. It just wasn't something that happened.

"I won't do it." McGee said and Castle agreed.

"You two don't understand then because if you don't write it then I will kill them all how I please and I will add in that forensic Goth Abby and Alexis and I will enjoy doing it." He was still so calm, casually talking about taking away their loved ones like he was ordering a cheeseburger. He made this all seem like it was fine. Like it was just a game.

I will update when I can. Sorry if its a long wait.