Booth frowned as he leaned against his desk, going over a file on the case. "I don't trust that Doc…I think he is up to something."

Castle shook his head from where he stood, back against a wall and arms crossed. "Why would you say that…seems on the up and up to me."

Beckett was seated in a chair, filing her nails. "No one that smart could be a criminal."

"Or that tall." Castle stated.

"Or handsome."

"Or with that perfect of an ass."

Cam entered. "Have ta agree with them on that one, boss."

"You haven't even seen him…and why the hell are you using a southern accent?" Booth demanded.

Cam shrugged. "I always talk like this."

Booth blinked, turning to Hodgins. "And I am pretty sure your skin isn't always green."

Hodgins did not look up from his computer. "And you would be pretty wrong, Angelcakes."

Castle sighed. "Why are you so down on Dr. Williams anyway? He is a great guy." Castle suddenly snapped his fingers. "We should have him help with the case!"

Beckett grinned, her smile bright and bubbly. "That is a totally smart idea!"

"What, no!" Booth shouted.

"Aw, come on…he's so smart and sexy and strong and…"

"I get the idea, Cam." Booth said with a groan.

"And Dr. B likes him." Hodgins mentioned. Booth turned to him. "I mean…they looked pretty close when I saw them in the office next door…"

Booth stormed out of his office, turning a corner and not even bothering to knock.

There stood Temperance, dressed in a spaghetti strap shirt, tight jeans and cute little boots…

…sticking her tongue down the throat of a pale, bleach-blond, black duster wearing Dr. James Williams.

Williams looked up and leered at Booth.

"Oi, Peaches! I'm getting your girl again!" He proclaimed in a British accent.

^&^&^&^

"I'll kill you Spike!" Booth shouted.

Charlie, Booth's office neighbor, peered into his office. "You ok, Booth?"

"Uh…" Booth blinked, realizing he had fallen asleep. "Yeah…I'm good." He paused to make sure he had a reflection.

^&^&^&^

(The Jeffersonian)

Cam looked at her cellphone in confusion. "Does anyone know why Booth just called to see if I had a Southern accent?"

"Maybe his tumor is acting up again." Temperance offered as she studied Dashel's exposed ribs.

"Or maybe he is just losing it." Angela said.

"Or maybe we should all focus on the rotting corpse on the table." Clark muttered.

Cam made a slight face. "Alright, Dr. Edison, what have you found then, if you are so anxious to talk only about the case?"

Clark frowned, moving away from the body. "I have probed all the tissue and found no signs of any bullet wounds. Not even a grazing. Is it possible that the gun was fired by him?"

Cam shook her head. "Nope, not gun powder residue on either hand. If he was the shooter, he would have had to been wearing gloves."

"And I do not see the killer taking them off." Angela said

"Unless he liked them!" Temperance exclaimed with a grin.

The others looked at her.

"I was…trying to…create a theory, like Booth or Det. Beckett or Richard…it did not work out well, did it?"

"Nope." Angela stated.

"I will avoid such desires in the future." Temperance stated. "Has the FBI found the bullet yet?"

"Not in the seats or the floor. They are moving to the ceiling next." Cam stated, looking over some readouts. "anything else, Clark?"

"No…other than some old breaks, Mr. Dashel shows no trauma to any of his bones…whatever happened, he did not fight back."

"Well, he was an old man…" Angela stated.

"Dr. Brennan, what are your plans for the day, if you mind me asking?"

Temperance removed her gloves. "Booth plans for us to head to the nursing home once again to speak with the victim's roommate. I wanted to go now, but apparently Richard felt guilty for abandoning his family and has taken them, along with Det. Beckett and Hank to the diner for a late breakfast."

"Why Hank?" Angela asked.

"I believe Alexis has taken a shine to him and wishes to include him." Temperance stated. "Rather kind of her, to show such respect for a person so weak and less able to contribute anything of value."

The others just stared at her.

^&^&^&^

"So, Dr. Hodgins…its been a while since we last had a chat, huh?" Sweets said, leaning towards the Bug and Slime guy.

"And hasn't that been a wonderful time?" Hodgins said with a slight smile. "Hey, why ruin a good thing!"

Sweets frowned. "Oh, come on…we bonded over Avatar, that must have shown you I am a cool guy."

"That merely proved that you have good tastes when it comes to movies." Hodgins stated.

"What are you working on?" Sweets said, leaning over to examine his computer screen. "Ah…that."

Hodgins frowned, clicking away from Google Maps. "What do you mean, "Ah…that"?"

"Nothing, nothing…just find it interesting." Sweets rubbed his chin, his standard "I find you puzzling and I am studying you face" clearly on.

"Ok, let me have it." Hodgins stated.

"I don't know what you are…"

Hodgins pointed a finger at him. "You wearing that Shrink look you always wear, thinking how I am doing this to get Angela back…how I think that by spending a lot of money on something that I know she wants, I can prove to her how much I care for her and that she and I should get back together." He wheeled around, making Sweets back away. "And you are also thinking how I believe in my heart that this is all my fault, and that by giving her something, I can offer it as a silent apology for not fighting harder to bring her back to me." He scoffed. "Well, you are wrong Sweets, dead wrong."

"Uh…of course, totally wrong, got it." Sweets said as Hodgins walked away, muttering to himself. "Ok…what the hell was that?"

^&^&^&^

"Loving you, is easy cause your beautiful…"

"Mother, why are we listening to this station?" Castle asked as he slowly weaved his way through DC traffic. The SUV was filled to the brim, with Beckett riding shotgun and Alexis, Hank and Martha in the back, the teen separating the two cranky old people.

"I am in the mood for love." Martha said, glancing at her watch.

Hank rolled his eyes. "From what I can tell, you are always in that mood."

"OW!" Alexis shouted. "Someone kicked me!"

Martha smiled weakly. "I am sorry, I was aiming for the old fart."

Beckett turned in her seat. "Don't make us turn this car around."

"Yes mother." Hank muttered.

Martha grinned the DJ came back on, knowing that Part 1 of their plan was coming into play.

^&^&^&^

Temperance frowned, looking up from her computer. "Angela, why are you carrying that radio?"

"No reason…hey, lets listen to some tunes!" Angela said, much too chipper.

"I don't have…"

Angela shushed her.

^&^&^&^

"And now, I have a special request. Seeley would like to tell his partner that he dreams of her, while Richard wants his muse to know he could not live without her."

^&^&^&^

Temperance blinked. "Wow."

"I know, right?"

"What are the odds that there would be someone else named Seeley in Washington DC?"

^&^&^&^

"Wow." Beckett said.

"I know." Castle stated. "Who knew there was someone cornier than me!"

^&^&^&^

Cam looked up. "That sounded like Angela screaming…"

^&^&^&^

Castle struggled to regain control of the car. "Mother, stop screaming!"