Castle's partner

Find Her Part 2

Ross pov

Tyson. Blood, blood everywhere.

And pain. Scared.

Then alone.

Now people.

They help.

Gurney, then...

"Chica?"

For a second, I jerk back to reality, and see my Tío. The look in his eyes scares me.

And I'm gone again.

But not for long.

He touches me, and I cry.

A voice, Uncle Ryan?

Familiar hands, a voice in my ear.

Tío.

A jolt of pain through my body. Why?

I want it to go away.

And it does, slowly.

I close my eyes. Tired...

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Someone shakes me awake gently.

Espo.

Still in a trance, he helps me stand, but too weak to stand on my own I lean on him greatly.

Not sure what's going on.

I walk, holding the jacket around my shoulders. It covers me.

Muted, not much sound.

I walk.

Doors open, and the smell of wooden desks, coffee, and adrenaline. I know it well.

I'm home. The precinct.

I start to hear again, only slightly.
Hug, inhale. It's Lanie, then Jenny then Alexis then Nick then Oliver. Their scents.

He takes me in his arms, and I don't fight, but don't hug back.

He kisses my cheek.

Room.

I sit, cold chair.

"Chica?"

I shrink away.

"Tell me what happened, then you can go home. Sleep, does that sound good?"

I nod, but I don't understand what he's talking about.

Then it hits me. I remember a little.

I start to cry.

"Tyson, blood. He hurt me. Jenny, where's Jenny?"

"She's okay, I promise."

I look at him. He's covered in blood too.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm okay Chica."

"You have blood on you. You're hurt."

"No I'm not hurt, it's not my blood."

"Well then who's is it? Is it Ryan's or Jenny's? Oh no! Castle or Beckett?"

I see his eyes start to water, and his voice breaks.

"No Chica, none of them. It doesn't matter. They're okay now I promise."

Oh, that's good.

But no one else was with me, I got hurt.

"My blood?" I ask quietly.

His face softens and he nods slightly. "Yeah Chica. But you're okay now, nothing's going to hurt you anymore."

He hesitates. "Alright come here. We're going to find you some clothes."

He helps me up, and it hurts. I ignore it.

The break room. Espo pulls out clothes for me, and I giggle. He cracks a smile.

"What are you laughing about?"

"They're cool clothes. They say NYPD."

He chuckles. "Yeah they are cool clothes aren't they? Can I help you put them on?"

I nod.

He gently pulls off the jacket and slips the sweatshirt and sweatpants on me.

"Chica?" He gets my attention.

"You wanna go home and sleep?"

I nod.

He helps me out to his car.

Then to his apartment.

He quickly changes while I wait on the couch.

He lays me down in the bed gently and lays next to me.

He wraps an arm around me protectively, pulling me closer to him.

My brain begins to comprehend what happened.

"Tío?" I ask softly.

"Yeah Chica?"

"Did he torture me?"

He hesitates.

"Yeah Chica, but you're okay now. See? I'm here."

I turn towards him, placing my hand on his chest. His heart beats quickly against my palm.

"Is Jenny okay?"

"Yeah, we're all fine."

His phone rings, and he pulls it out of his pocket.

"I have to answer this, I'll be back soon," say Espo.

And fear grips me.

"No, please! Please don't leave me Tío!"

"Okay, okay."

He answers. "Hey Beckett what's up?"

I can hear her through the phone.

"We found a gun and a tape. There's a video on it."

"Don't watch it without me. Wait until tomorrow."

"Alright. How's she doing?"

He looks at me.

"Not great."

"You with her?"

"She won't let me leave."

"Let me talk to her."

Espo puts the phone on speaker.

"Samantha, you there?"

"Yes," I say quietly.

"Baby, are you okay?"

"I don't know."

"Hey, we're here. Espo's right there, and you're safe now."

I nod.

"Alright Beckett, text me if you find anything okay?"

"Yeah. I love you both."

"We love you too," Espo answers for me, and hangs up.

"C'mon Chica."

We lay back down, and I slowly fall asleep in his arms, holding me tight.