Author's Note: For the first time, I actually have to pause and cast an actor in a role. In the following chapter, we are introduced to Dr. James Williams. Dr. Williams, if this story were filmed as an episode, would be played by James Marsters.
Also, I have yet to figure out a good name for this universe...please keep sending ideas. As a placeholder, i will be calling it the ABCverse (As in Allen, Brennan, Castle, the three main authors in the universe)
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"He had cigars?"
Booth raised an eyebrow at the question Dr. James Williams posed. There were many reactions he had expected when informing the dark-haired doctor of the death of one of his patients. Grief, rage, confusion…but a question about cigars?
Of course, Booth's annoyance might have stemmed from other…causes.
Like how Beckett and Temperance had instantly transformed from hardened murder investigators to giggly school girls at the sight of the doctor. Yes, they weren't giggling per say, but Booth could see it in their eyes, the way they were sitting there all professional and listening to his every word. His eyes narrowed when Temperance shifted slightly, it clear (to him at least) that she was shoving her breasts out, practically begging for Dr. Williams to give them a squeeze. And the way she was licking her chapped, dry lips every 5 to 10 minutes...
"You are very well built, you know that?"
Booth glared at Castle, who was almost as gooey-eyed as the women for the doc.
Dr. Williams laughed. "Thank you…these folks here give me quite a workout."
"Castle, if we could?" Beckett said, her tone serious but her body (again, to Booth) screaming "Take me, take me now doctor-man!". Booth grit his teeth in annoyance as Temperance let out a breathy sigh…or perhaps just took a breath, who could tell? "Why, exactly, is the fact he had cigars a problem?"
Dr. Williams sighed. "Terrence was recovering from cancer, and I had already reported him from having cigars several times already. Another mark against him…and, I don't want to guess what Mr. Lowe would have done."
"Dr. Williams, would you mind if we looked over Mr. Dashel's files?" Temperance asked, uncrossing her legs and practically (to Booth) spreading her legs wide and inviting Williams to come take a poke. "If you need us to get a warrant, I am sure Agent Booth could…uh…Booth? Why are you staring at my pelvic book?"
Booth's head snapped up, shaking himself out of his stupor. "Uh, what now?"
Beckett rolled her eyes. "Since both of the men here are idiots, do you mind if Dr. Brennan and I accompany you while they stay here and stare blankly at the wall?"
Dr. Williams placed his hands on his hips, offering an arm to each woman. "I would be pleased to escort you to the records room."
Booth shook his head as Temperance and Beckett followed Williams out of his office. He moved to go after them, only for Castle to place a hand on his shoulder.
"Stand up now and people will be staring at YOUR crotch."
Booth, embarrassed, sat down.
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"Det. Beckett, since you are an officer of the law, I feel I can ask you this question: Why was Booth staring at my pelvic bone?" Temperance asked as the two waited for Williams to find the file.
Beckett frowned. "What does me being a detective have to do with that?"
"Because you and Booth are both in law enforcement, so I believe you may understand the reason why he would engage in such behavior." She shrugged. "I apologize if my question is too blunt…I have been trying to develop my sense of tact. I felt that you and I have grown close enough during this investigation and the last that I could ask you a personal question such as this."
Beckett's first response would normally have been to laugh at the idea that her and Temperance could be considered friends. However, seeing that the anthropologist was being sincere, she decided to show some restraint.
"I believe the reason lies more with Booth being a man than being a police officer."
Temperance blinked. "You think?"
Beckett frowned. "You must realize…"
"I know I am attractive. I have many times caught even close friends, such as Dr. Hodgins or even Richard, staring at my breasts and my covered genitals, most likely fantasizing about what I would appear like without clothing…"
"I don't think we are close enough yet for you to talk to me about this." Beckett said quickly.
Temperance continued. "But Booth would never look at me like that."
"Why not?" Beckett asked. "I know he isn't gay." At least she hoped he wasn't…that would ruin several of her naughty little fantasizes she had entertained involving him, Derek Storm and the lead singer for The Killers.
"No, it isn't that." Temperance stated. "Booth…doesn't see me that way. We are friends…at best he would see me as a little sister he must protect."
Beckett scoffed. "Temperance...trust me when I say this…if Booth thinks of you as a sister, than he is guilt of incest."
Temperance shook her head. "There is no-"
Beckett cut her off. "The question is…do you want him looking at you…that way."
Looking down, Temperance suddenly looked nothing like the confident doctor she was, and appeared more like a scared, fragile girl. "I…I think I woul-"
"Found it." Dr. Williams said, finally appearing from behind a row of cabinets. Temperance instantly put her cold mask of indifference back on, taking the folder from him with a snatch of her hand. "All his medical records. You will have to see Mr. Lowe for anything involving his activities in the building." Williams scratched his arm. "Sorry it took some long…had a devil of a time finding that folder."
"Does anyone have access to this room?" Beckett asked.
"No, not at all." Dr. Williams said. "I am very careful to never allow anyone to enter here without myself, and you are the first to join me in about 15 months."
"How do you know that?" Temperance asked, still looking at the file.
"Because that was the last time we had the police here." Dr. Williams stated. At their looks, he elaborated. "A resident here, a Mr. Bill Janacki, punched out an orderly. Janacki is an old guy but use to box…won a few minor title fights back in the day. Fractured the orderly's skull pretty good."
"That is…very impressive." Temperance stated. She paused. "The strength…not the act."
"Of course." Beckett stated. "And what was the result of the investigation?"
"The orderly ended up dropping the charges…between you and me, it was always believed that he was stealing from the patients…didn't want an investigation."
Temperance and Beckett said nothing as they went over the file.
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"Ok, is Little Booth calm now? Or is he still at full alert?"
"Richard, don't make me shoot you." Booth snarled.
"Well…I walked into the wrong conversation." An old man said, entering the office. He was of average height, thin for the most part with a beak-like nose and long wispy white hair. He held out his hand politely to the two of them. "You the policemen investigating poor Terrence's murder?"
"Special Agent Seeley Booth." Booth said, shaking the man's hand. "And this is Richard Castle, he is consulting on the case."
The old man smiled. "Hugh Davidson."
"Lou Davidson's father?" Castle asked.
"That's correct. My boy told me you were coming." Hugh shook his head sadly. "Terrible thing to happen to Terrence…we use to work together, you know? Best of friends…called him the Theater Dandy, because of the way he could move about the stage…sure, we fought once and a while…he stole a part I was up for, I screwed up a folly cue to embarrass him…but it was all water under the bridge."
"Of course." Booth stated. "Mr. Davidson, do you mind if I ask you…is there anyone you can think of that might have wished to harm Mr. Dashel?"
Hugh ran his bony hand across his face. "Well, it isn't right for one to talk about such things, especially about the dead, but Terrence was a bit of a ladies man, you know? He enjoyed the company of quite a few ladies." He paused, snapping his fingers. "But the last pretty thing I saw him with was Miss Anabelle DuBious. She is a ripe plum, I'll tell you, but a bit of a screw job. But…I don't know if I could ever see her harmin' him any."
Booth nodded. "Thank you, Mr. Davidson."
Hugh nodded. "Not a problem." He turned as Dr. Williams returned. "Hello boss…thought you were a no show."
"Not a chance, Hugh." Williams stated. "Dr. Brennan, Det. Beckett."
Temperance and Beckett made their way back to the men, the foursome heading out of the office.
"What do you think?" Temperance asked.
"Think you should stop making kissy faces at him." Booth muttered.
"What?"
"I said I think we should call it a day and come back tomorrow…then I want to have a nice chat with Terrence's roommate."
Castle nodded. "And I for one want to get the image of Terrence and some old woman boning out of my brain." He shuddered.
Beckett rolled her eyes. "I work with 5 year olds."
