"And you are sure it was Daniel?" Maria Ordonez was a slightly plump Hispanic woman, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders, dressed in a beige pants suit. Head of the North American Writer's Convention, she was the one that helped put the Writcon together, along wih selecting the judges for the handing out of Homer's Ring and deciding who got to sit where.

"The facial markers all suggest that…"

"It was him." Beckett said, interrupting Temperance.

"Is." Castle stated. "Not like he disappeared."

"Might as well have." Temperance stated. "Dead is dead…once we die the person we were ceases to be…"

"Bones…" Booth hissed. "I thought you knew better than too…"

Temperance leaned over to her partner. "Sorry, that woman just brings out the worst in me."

"Think they are talking about you." Castle stated.

Beckett rolled her eyes. "I apologize for my…associates."

"It is quite alright." Derek Prince stated. He sat next to Maria, holding her hand.

Booth pointed at Derek. "What was your relationship to the deceased?"

Derek sighed. "Daniel had no family…he is estranged from his mother and father…they wanted him to work the family business, he wanted to write. He came onto the scene rather green, only knowing about writing from what he had picked up reading fan fiction."

"Fan fiction?" Temperance asked.

Castle shrugged. "Amatur authors take characters created already from a book or a show and write stories about them. Can be anything from simple love stories to completely different situations and genres but using the characters instead of creating their own."

Derek nodded. "Daniel and I met through an agent he had hired. I saw potential in him, so I decided to mentor him."

"He must have been very grateful." Beckett stated. "A famous writer, taking an interest in him?"

"Former famous." Derek said with a weak laugh. "I haven't written anything noteworthy in years."

Maria shook her head. "Poor, poor Daniel. You are sure it was murder?"

Beckett nodded. "We have a team looking over him right now…but we are confident enough to declare it a murder."

Booth leaned forward. "Mr. Prince, do you know anyone that might have wanted to hurt Daniel?"

Derek frowned. "A couple of authors didn't like him, not a fan of new blood…old school guys." He paused, considering something. "He did receive some nasty fan mail. Some hate stuff, but also a lot of creepy, stalker pieces."

"We'll need to see every letter you have." Beckett stated. "Ms. Ordonez, we will need a list of everyone that was here for the convention today."

"Of course." Maria stated.

Castle glanced at her. "Is it true…that Daniel was going to win Homer's Ring."

Maria seemed surprised he knew that information, but finally nodded. "Yes, he had been selected a few hours ago."

"Now…would the runner up receive the ring or…?"

Becket stared at him. "Castle, for God's sake…"

"He brings up a good point. No reason for a living author to not receive the ring." Temperance said.

"Bones…" Booth warned.

"We will decide that at a later date." Maria whispered. "Now…I need to inform the other members of the committee what has transpired."

"Mr. Prince." Booth called out as Derek stood. "Do you know where Daniel was last night?"

Derek frowned. "No…met for lunch, then he went off with Will Corburn to one of the parties being thrown. I tend to get tired out at these things, so I was in my room the rest of the night."

"Thank you." Booth and Beckett both stated, letting the two leave.

Castle looked over at Beckett. "Who do you like?"

"Not getting anything off Ordonez…don't know about Prince." She paused, nodding her head. "I like the fan letters."

"really?" Castle asked.

"What's not to like? Psycho fan becomes to invested in author, bashes him in when they get a refusal…"

Castle shook his head. "No…no…its to played out, to predictable."

Booth nodded. "I agree. I've dealt with enough potential stalker cases to learn that, most times, they are dead ends." He leaned back, putting his hands behind his head. "I'm thinking one of the authors."

"One of us?" Castle asked. "But everyone loved Daniel."

"Did they?" Booth asked. "Or is Daniel just one of those "Eveyrone loved him…except everyone that hated him" guys."

Castle snapped his fingers. "Oh, I can totally see it now. A twisted maze of lies and long buried hate leading to startling revelations!"

Beckett shook her head. "You are both making this way to complicated. I am telling you, fan goes crazy, bludgeons him to death." She turned to Castle. "And since when are you his bestest buddy?" She jabbed a finger at Booth.

"Uh…I'm just trying to solve the case."

Temperance let out a ear piercing whistle.

"I did not want to do that, but it seemed to be the only way to gain your attention." She glared at them. "Now, if you are through fighting, I would like to put off the trial of our murderer until we actually know something about him, her or them." She shook her head. "Cam should have information for us shortly."

Beckett nodded. "Hate to admit it, but you are right, Dr. Brennan. We also need to talk to this Will Corburn, see if he knows anything about Daniel's last night."

Castle frowned. "Are we going to do that right now?"

"Why? You have someplace else to be?" Beckett asked.

"Well, I did have plans…" He glanced at Temperance.

"Oh, of course." Temperance said, reaching for her phone. "Let's reschedule, ok Richard?"

Booth frowned. "Bones, if you have other things you need to do."

She waved him off. "No no, we can reschedule." She and Castle began to type on their phones. "I'll tell my agent to cancel a few of my signings…"

Castle nodded. "Move my Q&A to tomorrow morning at 9."

Temperance's brow scrunched. "Make sure they have a flexible schedule for tomorrow's panel on True Life Crimes so I can show up late…"

Castle frowned. "Want to move our dinner plans to tomorrow?"

Temperance considered this. "Yes, I will have 4 hours available."

Booth frowned. "Why do you need 4 hours to eat?"

Temperance shrugged. "Well, we have to wait for a table, select our food, eat, leave, have sex for 2 hours, and then get dressed…"

Beckett held up a hand. "Hold up." She turned on Castle. "What did she just say?"

Castle gave her a weak smile. "Get dressed?"

"I think she is talking about the sex, Richard." Temperance shrugged. "It is no big deal. The first time Richard and I met we had a lovely dinner then had sexual intercourse in his room. We agreed that it was purely physical and that we would make it a tradition." She turned to him. "We are both attractive, and our mutual experience means that we are both at similar levels of sexual prowless."

Booth stared at Temperance in what she could only assume was horror, though she didn't know why. "Bones…you…you schedule it?"

"Of course. You do the same thing Booth, planning dates, expect you do no come out and state exactly what you are doing." She nodded her head, Beckett still looking disgusted at a bashful Castle. "But do not worry, Richard and I will be done with plenty of time to help solve the case." Grabbing her bag, Temperance headed to the door, pulling out her phone. "Angela, how are the simulations coming long."

Castle shrank down in his chair as Booth glared at him. "He's not my best bud anymore." He whispered to Beckett.

Kate, however, was busy staring holes in the back of Temperance's head.