*Precinct*
The team was at the tables. Reid, Rossi and JJ going through files to see if they have miss anything while Prentiss, Esposito and Ryan sat around staring at the murder board silently hoping that the marker inks would whisper a lead in the case.
Beckett and Morgan walked in from the interrogation room with Castle following closely.
"We don't have anything on Kyle. Didn't want to talk after we told him why we brought him in," Beckett said to the rest.
"So we're back to square one?" Prentiss asked.
"Seems that way," Morgan said, folding his arms. He really wanted to get this killer.
"There isn't much luck here either," Esposito said.
"We finally have a good suspect and we can't get anything on him," Beckett said as she took a seat at her table.
"There's gotta be something we're missing here," Ryan said, still staring at the murder board. "Something we're not seeing."
"We had motive and evidence. Enough to arrest our unsub," Prentiss said. "But with two different people. Kyle and Adam."
"Maybe we're looking at this the wrong way," Castle finally spoke up. "Who else has a history in medicine in the family?" he asked.
Morgan sped dialed Garcia. "Garcia at your service, which crazy killer are we hunting down now?" Garcia's cheery voice filled the room from the loudspeaker of the telephone on the table.
"Garcia, it's Castle. Could you please check who else in Kyle Raikes family has a history in the medical field?" Castle asked.
"Well, of course, Mr. Castle. Give me a sec," Garcia said as she types away with such speed that only she can do. "And here we go, the Raikes family have a long line of doctors of all sorts. The grandfather, Paul Raikes was a surgeon and father, Michael Raikes is a pharmacist. Then we have Kyle who studied medicine in university but dropped out last year."
"I thought so…," Castle said. "Thank you, Garcia!"
"Anytime, my crime fighters!" she said as she clicks off the line.
"Thought so what, Castle?" Beckett asked.
"Michael, the father wasn't very surprised when you and Morgan questioned Kyle of Elliot's murder. It was like he knew about how Elliot was killed," Castle explained.
"So you think Michael Raikes is behind Elliot's murder?" Morgan asked.
"I know that he's somewhat involved in this. He also manage to say Strychnine right the first time," Castle said. "Took me a couple of times to get it right."
"Yeah, me too," Esposito nodded. A couple others nodded and agreed.
"I got it right the first," Reid said amidst everyone else agreeing with Castle.
"Reid, which word can't you get right?" Prentiss said jokingly.
"Actually, there are many words which I did not pronounce correctly. There's—"Reid goes on to rant but was cut short.
"Yeah, I take that question back…" Prentiss said, prompting Esposito, Ryan and a few others to chuckle. She tends to forget that Reid's sense of humour and sarcasm is limited.
"Alright, so what do we have on the father?" Hotch asked, bringing the team back to focus on the case yet again.
"We could get a search warrant for his house," Morgan said.
"And his car too," Beckett added. "Ryan and Espo, get those warrants from the judge."
"Prentiss and Morgan, get Michael back in here for interrogation," Hotch ordered. They nodded and got up to do as they were told.
*Interrogation room*
Michael and Kyle Raikes were seated across Beckett. Morgan still preferred to stand. Michael looked more annoyed than ever to be sitting here again and his son is more confused than scared this time. He chose to stare at the table, racking his brain on why he is back here again.
"You guys better have a good explanation to why my son is brought back here again or I will be filing a complaint on harassment!," Michael finally broke the silence, sounding very angry.
"Actually, it is you that we're more interested in now," Beckett answered.
Michael cringed at what he had just heard. "Excuse me?"
"You said earlier that there are hundreds out there in the medical field who would know of this poison," Morgan said. "But you failed to tell us that you were one of those hundreds."
A bead of sweat rolled down the side of Michael face. He immediately wiped it with his sleeve.
"Which means that you would know of Strychnine and its deadliness in a human body," Beckett added.
"Dad…?" Kyle turned to his father.
"Quiet!" he ordered his son. "I'm not saying another word until my lawyer is here," Michael said to both Beckett and Morgan.
"Which only proves you have something to hide," Beckett said.
Michael leaned against his chair and decided not to speak any further.
"You can listen to us instead," Morgan said. "We searched your place. Found this," he said as he placed an evidence bag on the table. Inside, was an empty syringe.
"We found this used syringe which tested positive for Strychnine in your dumpster." Beckett added.
Michael frowned when he saw the syringe.
"Forgot when the garbage man comes?" Beckett said sarcastically. Michael still did not want to say anything.
"Then we found this," Morgan said as he placed another evidence bag on the table containing a half-empty bottle with a Strychnine label across it. "in your car."
Michael eyes widen when he saw the bottle, knowing there was no way he could talk his way out of this.
"You could wait for your lawyer or you could talk and we'll put in a good word for you at your trial," Beckett offered.
Michael stared at the table, deciding whether to speak or not. Finally he said, "He was going to elope with my daughter. I had to do something!" trying to defend what was left of him.
"And that something meant killing Elliot?" Beckett asked.
"It is bad enough that I don't like that guy. Now he's going to steal my daughter away from me? I wasn't going to let that happen."
"Your daughter loved him. Now that you've murdered him, you think you still have your daughter?" Morgan said in disgust.
"What about the guitar smashed on his head?" Beckett asked, focusing back on the case.
"I read an article before on some serial killer who does that. After I injected him, I saw a guitar at his place and thought it would lead you guys somewhere else."
"So you just decided to hit a dead guy on his head with a guitar?" Morgan said loudly and angrily.
"Look, I know that what I did wasn't good but I had no other choice!"
Morgan shook his head, "There's always another choice. You just chose to ignore that. You were just too wrapped up in your own world."
The whole time Michael was confessing, Kyle was too stunned to say anything. "Dad…" he finally said. Michael turned to his son. "You said you were just going over there to talk him out of running away. Take his flight tickets and all but… you killed him…"
"Kyle, I… I had to…," Michael tried to explain. "He was going to take away your sister. I was going to lose MY daughter…"
"I hated him too, but not to the extent of killing him…" Kyle said, finding it hard to take it all in. "I looked up to you, dad."
"I had to do something…I'm sorry, Kyle," Michael said to his son, eyes watering.
"Now we have something to do," Morgan said as he pulled Michael up from his chair and cuffed him. Michael was still apologizing to his son. "Michael Raikes, you are under arrest for the murder of Elliot McCoy. You have the right to remain silent…" Morgan said as he went on to read the Miranda rights to Michael.
A/N : Did you see that coming? Good way to end it? Let me know! =)
