"Ryan, Espo, what have you got?"

Exiting the elevator, the clicking on Beckett's heels had preceded her as always. And yet, seeing how neither the boys or Castle had turned around, it had to mean that they had discovered something interesting. Well, that and the fact that the boys weren't attempting to haze Castle yet again.

"Plane originated from Ibrahim Nasir International Airport, their security faxed over a copy of the passenger manifest just now." Ryan filled in, nodding towards Espo who was typing away on the computer. "Two other passengers are listed along with our dead guy, Naadir Thakur. Espo's looking..."

"Got something," Espo interrupted, just as the computer pinged. "Shadhu Manikfan, one of the other passengers? Dual US Maldive citizenship, has a prior for drug trafficking and did a fiver in Sing Sing back in 2002."

"So this was a drug deal gone bad?" Castle asked, leaning forward to read through the charges listed on the screen.

"Bro, stop breathing down my neck." Espo grumbled, reaching back to shove Castle away.

Beckett couldn't help the smirk that spread across her lips. "Boys, stop fighting." she warned, resisting the strong urge to roll her eyes. "Any details about the other two?"

"No, Naadir and... err... Aphrah Khadejah? Both don't have any priors listed in our database." Ryan offered, having just finished the search at his own station.

"We might be able to help with that."

Four heads swivelled towards the source, and came to a rest on Agent Shaw.

"Naadir Thakur and Aphrah Khadejah are both known members of a drug cartel out of the Maldives." she offered, tossing the file she had been carrying onto Espo's desk.

"Why..." Ryan started

"We're the FBI, we have access to more databases. I'm mean, I'm assuming you're asking why nothing turned up in your search?" Agent Shaw explained, turning her attention to Beckett. "Captain, I'd appreciate it if you kept us in the loop."

"The boys were just briefing me, would have passed the information on to you once I was done here."

"Great."

Waiting until Agent Shaw had returned to the boardroom, Beckett leaned down and planted her hands against the surface of the desk. "Anything you guys find, come to me first." she instructed, her voice low as she kept an eye on the door. "I don't know what the FBI's angle is, but ours is to solve this murder. Understood?"

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"Creepy." Castle offered as the elevator doors opened, revealing the dimly lit corridor of the morgue. "Looks like the perfect place for a zombie attack."

"Shut up, Castle."

"I'm just saying, there's probably enough bodies in here to create a small army."

"Castle!"

Following behind Beckett as she pushed the doors to the morgue open, Castle's eyes immediately zoned in on the body on the table. "Sweet! Is that the body from the plane?" he asked as he darted in front of Beckett and rushed to the side of the body.

"Yes, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't touch my body." came a voice from the doorway to another room.

Immediately withdrawing his hands from where they had been about to prod the body as if he had been shocked, he tucked them into the pockets of his jacket as an expression of innocence appeared on his face. "I don't know what you're talking about, I would never..."

"Lanie, what have you got?" Beckett interrupted as she stepped forward, casually elbowing Castle out of the way.

"Well, the vic definitely wasn't shot," Lanie began as the heavily pregnant woman finally stepped out of her office, clipboard in hand. "The lungs however... they suffered from explosive decompression, and I think that's what the C.O.D was."

"His lungs exploded?" Castle interrupted, his mouth agape as he stared at the woman in shock.

"Well, to put it simply yes."

"How about the blood all over the cabin?" Beckett asked, glaring daggers at Castle as he opened his mouth in an attempt to say something else.

"Well that's the interesting part, there were actually two donors in the samples that I gathered." Lanie started, flipping through a few pages before passing the clipboard to Beckett. "Neither of them matched the vic though. So I ran them against the other two passengers, and got a match."

"You have DNA samples from the other two men?" Beckett asked, surprise creeping into her tone as she looked up at Lainie.

"Well, we do for Shadhu from his stint in Sing Sing." Lanie explained, reaching towards the clipboard and flipping to the page with Shadhu's DNA comparison on it. "Aphrah not so much, but the blood type he has on file is the same as that donor."

"Thanks, Lanie."

"Oh, don't thank me yet. I haven't gotten to the best part yet."

Arching an eyebrow, Beckett handed the clipboard back to Lanie and waited.

"The amount of blood in the plane... it might not have matched the vic, but there was enough from both donors to indicate that neither men would have survived."

"Wait, so we have three dead men?"

"Looks that way." Lanie said as she tucked the clipboard between her arm and her body. "And you, Kate, owe me big time for this. The smell from the chemicals is making me nauseous."

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A/N: Chapter title based on the movie 'Desperately Seeking Susan'.