Genre: Drama, Crime, Romance, Family, Humor

Rating: M for sexual situations and language

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters featured on the show Castle, they belong to the creator of the show, ABC, and the others who do own them.

A/N #1: Since this chapter is so short, as is the next one, I'll be posting the next one tomorrow. If anyone wants to read it look out for it then!

A/N #2: Very happy to get feedback for the last chapter so will get to my thank yous right away! TORONTOSUN (Great that you think the case is getting interesting after what happened last chapter; want to keep holding my readers' interest. And really happy that you like the fact that Castle and Beckett can lean on Brad with the case) and vetgirlmx (Really glad you thought the last chapter was very nice. And it was great that I could surprise you with them asking Alexis to speak at Eliza's class. The idea suddenly came to me and I realized they would do that since of course she could talk about going to college. You also got my other reason for writing her doing that, so she could spend time with Julia and Eliza, lol, so it was great you enjoyed that bit! I wasn't surprised to see that you agreed with Beckett about the case going slow but I am glad that you did see the reason for that with the list of names and no motive. And I was surprised to see your reaction to their suspect they have now, lol, and that you think it's too obvious that it's him. Nice to see that the Hunger Games and Egypt comment made you giggle, it made me do the same too, would have changed things quite a bit, lol, so I thought it was funny myself. I wasn't surprised to see your reaction to Liss, actually that was what I wanted the reaction to be to him and the thought that he was a complete jerk. So great you can't wait for the next chapter and now you don't need to anymore!). Thanks so much to both of you, was really happy to read the reviews which I loved and I appreciate you taking the time to write them out and send them to me!

A/N #3: The title of this chapter is a lyric from the song Not Guilty by George Harrison, from his eponymous album.

That You've Been Misled

"The second you finish call the station and let them know about any alibis they need to check," Brad was yelling as he ran to his squad car.

Watching three of the Hamptons PD cars leaving for the docks for fishing ships in Southampton Castle turned to his wife and said, "Let's hope he makes it back."

"He chartered a fishing trip with a group of other people who have no connection to him," Beckett said as they moved over to their car. "I'm sure they'd be able to overpower him if he tried anything. Not to mention someone would have tried to contact someone on land."

"Right, I just wish we could have gone," Castle replied.

"Another time, you heard what David said," Beckett told him as she took the keys out of his hand. "I know the way," she said before he could protest that. When she'd gotten inside and had started the car she told him, "You want to go over that cover you're so insistent on."

"How-" Castle started to say.

"I can tell," Beckett replied. She glanced at her husband as they stopped at a light and she smiled a little before saying, "Go ahead."

"So in our next book we're having Moor and Green investigating the murder of an Egyptologist in the museum he works at," Castle said. "And there are hieroglyphs on the body saying Sekhmet will rise again."

"You've never really had much about Egypt in your books," Beckett said. "What do you think about using that?"

"Really using it or just a theory?" Castle asked.

"Really," Beckett replied, nearing the edge of town.

"It depends, it'll be in the future though since we have the next two plots already set," Castle said.

"I told you I'd write as far as we can go," Beckett replied. "I wonder if we'll go further than you did with Derrick Storm."

"I see it happening," Castle said. "It's addictive," he then told her after a moment when they were both quiet. "Writing about Moor and Green," he said when he saw her glancing at him. "Kind of like us," he told her.

"I was waiting for that," Beckett said, shaking her head though she was smiling. She soon saw the street where the couple lived and turned down it before her husband spoke and she glanced at him before parking.

"If we hadn't known David was friends with Clark then we would have been going with Brad," Castle mused.

"Castle, I don't really care we're not going. It's not going to be a takedown they're just escorting him in to talk with him," Beckett said. She turned off the car and then paused saying, "You thought of them storming the boat and me following."

Opening his mouth to protest that Castle gave up and said, "Okay, so we're still helping here but it's not as exciting as that."

"Also that's all in your head," Beckett said, getting out then with a brief smirk at him.

"Hey, this head has some great ideas," Castle replied. "Like the cover story."

Rolling her eyes Beckett walked to the sidewalk where he was waiting for her and as they made their way to the house she said, "They might see through it."

"I thought of that," Castle replied. "But still, we should give it a shot."

Beckett didn't reply, merely walked over to the gate at the front of the professors' home where she rang the doorbell.

"Hello?" a voice said from the intercom next to the button.

"We're Kate Beckett and Richard Castle," Beckett said, looking at her husband. "And we're friends of David Foster."

"We were expecting you," the man said. "You can come inside."

"I think I had more fun with that cover story than I should have," Castle said.

"I think so," Beckett said in amusement before she was pushing open the gate. She walked ahead of him up to the house and as they neared it she saw a couple stepping out onto the porch. "Mr. Clark, Ms. Smith," she told them.

"You're here about the murders?" Smith asked.

"We are, just some questioning," Beckett replied.

"It's standard," Castle quickly told them as from the way the two were standing that they might be slightly confrontational in their defensiveness.

"Then please, come inside," Clark said. He and his wife turned and led them into the house before taking them to the living room.

Once they were sitting down Beckett said, "You both teach Egyptology," to start with.

"That's why we thought you'd be here to speak with us," Clark told them. "Plus the fact we live only four blocks away from the two who were killed; the Jamesons."

"Did you know them?" Beckett asked.

"We did," Smith said after she and her husband had looked at each other, speaking reluctantly.

"What was the connection?" Beckett then inquired, gently but a little firmly.

"We were friends, not great friends, but we would see each other every once in a while at the local Italian restaurant," Clark said. "We eventually talked to one another while ordering and after our friendship began we'd go to each other's homes for dinner but not that many times."

"Did you know about their trip to Egypt?" Castle said.

"They relied on us very heavily about that," Smith said. "Since we used to go every year except for last year."

"And why was that?" Beckett said.

"I was pregnant," Smith replied. Her husband took her hand and with a shuddering breath she then said, "I lost the baby at three months."

"I'm so sorry," Beckett murmured, hearing her husband saying the same.

With a nod Clark then said, "We gave them advice and when they returned with their items we let them know that they had fakes… except for the shabti. Did you see them there at their house still?"

"We did," Beckett said, looking at her husband again. "Why do you ask about that specifically?"

"Because there are people here that would want those items," Smith said.

"Black market?" Castle said.

"Yes but it's not just Ancient Egyptian artifacts," Clark was quick to say. "Anything that can be qualified as an artifact is desired."

"And this group is in the city?" Beckett inquired.

"No here on Long Island, focused mainly on the type of people who can afford their prices," Smith said.

"They can't go out and get the pieces from the countries they're found in," Clark then began to explain. "So instead they'll rob people who've brought items over themselves."

"And why can't they go?" Castle asked.

"Because they've done it so often that TSA becomes suspicious," Clark replied.

"How do you know so much about this group?" Beckett said.

"Because my brother was a part of it," Clark said grimly. "And he was killed because he was going to go to the FBI about it."

"It's still in existence," Beckett said.

"There's no way to stop them without what my brother could have told them," Clark replied. "And I don't know these people because my brother didn't want to involve me."

"He was protective of Justin," Smith pointed out. "Whenever we saw him it was always about us and nothing about him that had to do with his line of work."

"You warned them about it," Castle said in sudden realization.

"We did," Smith told them. "We saw they had them displayed out in the open and warned them but I don't think they ever took it seriously."

Castle looked at his wife, wondering how much of the crime scene she wanted to relate, when she caught his eye. When she shook her head very slightly he then said, "Do you know any other Egyptologists in the area?"

"Yes, Dr. Carter," Clark answered. "He's a friend and a former colleague."

"Former?" Castle said.

"I had to quit at the Met to work at the university," Clark replied.

"Then you're aware of Dr. Ross," Beckett said.

"She's a friend as well," Smith said. "But you should understand that we're not especially friendly; like we were with the Jamesons. We'll see them for dinners every once in a while, talk about our professions but that's all there is to it."

"When was the last time you spoke to them," Beckett then said.

"A week ago, we had a dinner at their home since it'd been some time since we heard from them," Smith replied.

"That was when I tried to tell them about the shabti that the Jamesons had," Clark said. "I had the idea that Carter would know maybe a little more about the ring but he had no clue what I was talking about."

"Did they mention anything strange going on with them?" Castle inquired.

"No, neither did the Jamesons," Clark answered. "So it came as a shock to hear about their murder. You didn't mention the rumor."

"Rumor?" Beckett asked.

"About how they were found," Smith said. "Dressed as deity."

"Where did you hear that?" Castle said after sharing a look with his wife.

"The Report," Clark answered easily. "They called us asking what would be the meaning of someone posing bodies as deities. I said it mostly depended on the ones they were supposed to be but he couldn't tell me."

"Osiris and Isis?" Smith guessed. When she saw the glance the couple across from her and her husband shared she said in surprise, "Really?"

"How were they dressed?" Clark asked. "Any objects with them?"

"We can't really divulge that," Beckett answered. "It's an ongoing investigation."

"We wouldn't tell the media," Smith said angrily.

"That has nothing to do with it," Beckett said simply. "I wonder though, if the woman is supposed to be Isis, what it means when she's marked as Sekhmet and the lady of slaughter."

"The… she was?" Clark said, looking stunned. When they both nodded he said, "I won't mention this to anyone else, you can be sure of that. It sounds like they're being marked as the cause of their own death."

"Warfare against her," Smith said as her husband was looking to her. When he nodded she said, "He's right, it seems to be that but I would also take it as a possible warning."

"Of more bodies," Castle said. When the two nodded at the same time he then said, "Do you have these arrows anymore?" as he watched Beckett hand over the picture of the custom made weapons.

Studying the picture with his wife Clark nodded and said, "We do, we bought two sets since we wanted our own… not to share."

"She's right, they're amazing arrows," Smith said, giving her husband brief smile with that. "Why do you ask?"

"Do you mind showing us your sets?" Beckett asked.

"Sure… they're over here," Clark said, standing up. He took his wife's hand as they then led Castle and Beckett outside and to a shed in the backyard. He stopped and turned to them asking, "Why do you want to see them?"

"We're wondering if they were stolen," Castle said.

"They were the murder weapon; but the paper said that they were shot," Smith said as her husband went inside. "Why-" she started to say when Beckett went after her husband.

"To make sure nothing in here has been tampered with," Castle said, stopping her from following them.

In the shed Beckett took the arrows that were held together in two different quivers and did a rapid count. "Thank you," she said to Clark before handing them back so he could put them away. She went back outside and glanced at her husband quickly before smiling a little at Smith to be reassuring.

Knowing from his wife's look that all the arrows were there Castle said to both Clark and Smith as they stood together in front of them, "Can you tell us where you were Saturday evening?"

Closing the door Beckett said, "Brad had better luck."

"You're a prognosticator?" Castle asked his wife as he was getting his phone out of his pocket.

"No, just instinct," Beckett answered.

"Then I'm agreeing with you already," Castle told her before he dialed the station's number.

"Hamptons Police Department, how may I help you?" Officer Rice said on the other end.

"It's Castle," he told the officer. "We just finished talking to Clark and Smith and we have their alibi."

"Alright, let me transfer you to Wade," Rice replied.

"Castle?" the officer asked once the transfer had been made. "Go ahead."

"They said they were in Hempstead, staying the night at a Bucky Luton's home near Hofstra University since they were attending an archeology lecture later in the morning," Castle said as Beckett was starting the car. "After they went to the Corwin Diner and arrived back at their home here around… three in the afternoon. They have a security camera on their garage and they parked there."

"Do they have the footage from that?" Wade asked.

"No, it's with the security company," Castle replied.

"Alright, we'll start looking into it," Wade said.

"Is Brad back yet?" Beckett asked as her husband had placed the phone on speaker.

"No but he let us know to tell you that the ship is nearly back," Wade answered. "So he should get in a little after you."

Saying goodbye to the officer Castle and Beckett were quiet then as they left Southampton. Once they were they looked at each other at the same time and said together, "Neither of them is the killer."

"I'm not surprised we came to that conclusion," Castle told her. "But what do you think about Little?"

"He has a connection," Beckett said slowly at first. "The only one there can be."

"The arrows," the two said at the same time.

"But he's at his parents' home… or are they there already?" Castle asked her.

"I think Brad had Hutchinson go pick them up," Beckett said. When she heard the text message alert on his phone she turned to him and said, "Brad?"

"It is," Castle replied, reading the message. "Yeah, he wants us to talk to the parents."

"I had a feeling but Little himself?" Beckett asked as she then pulled into the parking lot of the station.

"He'll wait for us to finish speaking to them so you can talk with him to Little," Castle replied, reading the rest of the message.

That wasn't a surprise to Beckett and as soon as they were inside and in the bull pen she went straight to the interview room where an older man and woman were. "Mr. Little, Mrs. Little?" she asked them to get their attention.

"Yes, I'm Harold and this Andrea," Mr. Little replied.

"Please, sit," Beckett told them first off since they both looked uneasy standing. Once they were she shook their hands and said, "I'm Kate Beckett, this is my husband Richard Castle."

"Yes, we were asked if it was okay if you spoke to us," Andrea said. "Please, what have we done?"

"Nothing," Castle said simply as he was shaking their hands. Sitting next to Beckett in the armchair she was in he then told them, "We'd like to question you about your home."

"Our home?" Harold asked in surprise.

"Have you noticed anything missing or signs of a break in lately?" Beckett asked them.

"Break… no," Andrea said as she and her husband looked at each other. "We would have called the police if that had happened."

"You live with your son?" Castle said. When the couple nodded he then said, "Has he mentioned anything out of the ordinary to you?"

"No but… you must know he was in prison, you work with the police," Harold said. "What do you think he's done?"

Beckett hesitated a moment, uneasy about the question she wanted to ask them in the fact that Brad wasn't there for her to get clearance for it. But it needed to be said so she risked it and asked, "Has your son acted strange at all lately?"

"No, he's been careful," Andrea answered. "He's on parole and he's desperate not to go back to jail."

"He's handy with a bow and arrow," Castle commented.

Growing irritated Harold said, "That was nothing more than self defense, the inmate my son shot was planning to kill him and there were a number of other inmates that testified to that." When his wife put her hand on his arm he visibly calmed and said, "It's why he's not still in jail."

"Alright," Beckett said with a slight nod. "What do you know about your son's arrows?"

"The yellow ones? He uses them sometimes but not often because neighbors became a little… upset seeing him do that in the backyard," Andrea said.

"When was the last time he was using them?" Castle said.

"A week ago," Harold said, looking at his wife for confirmation before she shrugged. "Something like that."

"Where does he keep them?" Beckett inquired.

"In his room, they're kind of a decoration now," Harold said. "With his other bow and arrow sets."

"Are you bringing Eric in?" Andrea asked then.

"We are but Officer Bernier will escort you out," Beckett said as she and Castle stood. "We appreciate your help."

"Of course," Harold said absently as the officer standing outside the room came inside at Beckett's gesture.

Watching the two leaving the bullpen a moment later Castle said, "I'm really getting a bad feeling about this." He wasn't surprised when Beckett didn't reply to that and instead followed her outside to where they saw Brad coming in from the other entrance, leading a man with Paget following them. They waited until they had gone to interrogation and after Little was inside the room they walked swiftly over to the two.

"Great you're here, so what about the alibi?" Brad said when they were close enough.

"We haven't heard from Wade yet," Castle answered. "How was it bringing him in?"

"He was a little hesitant at first," Brad replied. "But he didn't resist. What about his parents?"

Telling him quickly what they'd learned from the two Brad looked hesitant for a moment before he finally gave up and turned to the bullpen and called out, "Hill."

"Chief?" the officer asked.

"Take Bernier and go to the Little's residence, I need you to look at the son's room and see if he has multiple sets of bows and arrows and also the arrows of the set he got from Oceanside," Brad told him. He then turned to the others and said, "Are you ready?"

"Let's go," Beckett said as he was talking to her. She glanced back at Castle before she then went into the box with the chief.

"Mr. Little," Brad said first while he and Beckett were sitting. "This is one of my consultants, Ms. Beckett, and she's here to help me ask you some questions about something that we need to know."

"Okay," the man said before he cleared his throat. "What about?"

"Do you know these people; any of them," Beckett said after she'd pressed the photos across to the table.

Studying them Little shook his head at Carter and Ross before he stopped at the Jamesons saying, "Yeah these two, they live near me and my parents. Nice people but I know they were just recently killed. Sad."

Able to tell then that the man knew what he was there for; though not in detail; Beckett lightly nudged Brad's foot to spur him to speak.

"Okay so we need to know now what you were doing Saturday night," the chief said quickly.

"I was on an overnight fishing trip," Little replied. "I'm thinking of buying a boat and starting up a fishing company, wanted to get the experience. It was the same company I was with today."

"Alright, now can I ask you about these," Brad said.

Beckett watched as the man studied the arrows and then nodded before she said, "Are you missing any?"

"Not missing," Little was quick to tell them. "I gave some of them to a cousin of mine."

In observation Castle straightened up at that and then looked at Brad as he was asking the man for the cousin's name.

"His name is Bobby Alton," Little replied.

"And why did you give him however many you did," Beckett said.

"I just gave him five, he wanted the chance to try them out and I had enough already," Little said with a shrug. "Plus I couldn't really use them outside anymore."

"Alright I'll need to hold you while we check on your alibi, as soon as we get you cleared we'll let you go," Brad said. "But I would recommend you don't leave town any time soon."

Leaving with him Beckett met her husband first coming out of the room and said, "Did you tell someone?"

"Hutchinson," Castle replied with a quick nod before he followed the two over to the officer.

"Here," the woman told them, pointing to her computer screen before she got out of their way.

"Okay we need to go," Brad said, making note of the address.

"On the edge of town," Castle said.

"Chief," Wade called out then. "I have the alibi for Clark and Smith."

"Okay this and then we go," Brad said in slight frustration. "This better be quick," he told his officer.

"They were around the college," Wade said first. He played some security footage from the diner before pointing out the couple though they were obvious as Clark was tall. He then said, "I talked to the staff in Hempstead and they confirmed the two didn't leave until ten."

"And when did they get home," Beckett asked.

"Not until three; when they said," Wade replied as he played the footage of a garage and pointed out the time stamp.

"Great job Wade, I appreciate it, can you help Paget with Little's alibi?" Brad asked. After his officer nodded he motioned to Castle and Beckett and after pressing a walkie-talkie into her hands said, "Follow me, I might need the cruiser to transport him."

Castle and Beckett nodded and then went out to their car, soon following Brad out of the officers' parking lot. They were quiet until they came to the edge of town and saw what area exactly their new suspect lived in, glancing at one another at the same time.

"Now I know why the last name was so familiar," Castle said. "Going to call him?"

"Brad," Beckett said, turning on the walkie-talkie.

"Yeah," the chief said ahead of them.

"We know Mrs. Alton," Beckett began.

"You do?" Brad asked.

"We all do," Castle called. "Angela Alton." He glanced at his wife when they heard their friend swearing and he said, "Can he drive with that?"

"I can," Brad said on the other end. "I need to get in touch with the station; someone needs to find her first. I'm going to park at the end of the block they're on, park across the street from me."

"Got it," Castle said. "Where is she by the way?"

"I haven't heard from her since the Advent brunch the club did," Beckett said, shaking her head. "So nearly a month." She thought for a moment and said, "I have to wonder at the marriage."

"Me too," Castle said. "Since we've known Angela for how long?"

Nodding Beckett tried to remember if they'd ever seen the woman's husband but she couldn't think of a time when they'd been together in public. She knew that he was literally an invalid but that was more because he had agoraphobia than anything else. "Were there any weapons registered to him?" she asked her husband then.

"I… don't think so," Castle said, looking at her. "I just barely got a look at the screen."

"They have a son," Beckett said. "About twenty I think."

"Is there any way for you to get in touch with the station?" Castle asked her.

Beckett switched to the correct channel on the walkie-talkie and said, "Hutchinson, it's Beckett do you copy?"

After what felt like a long pause to the two the radio crackled before the officer confirmed that she was there.

"Has anyone checked on the others in the Alton household?" Beckett asked.

"No but I can get started on that right away," Hutchinson replied.

At that moment Castle and Beckett reached the neighborhood where the Altons lived and he parked as Brad had instructed, across the street and a little back from the cruiser. They looked over at it when the chief didn't leave and then shared a look with one another as they waited.

Jumping when his phone started to ring Castle rushed to get his phone out of his pocket and said, "Brad, the radio-"

"I can't get in contact with you," the chief said angrily.

"That was me," Beckett said quickly. "I got a hold of Hutchinson and asked her to look at everyone in house."

"They have a son," Brad said after there were a few seconds of silence.

"We thought the same," Castle said. "You don't have back up Brad."

"I realize that, it's not an arrest," the chief said. "But Wade is nearly here."

"When did you call him?" Beckett asked.

"After I remembered Angela is an excellent shot," Brad told them.

"Skeet shooting," Castle said, his wife nodding. He saw movement in the rearview mirror then and looking up he saw that it was Wade in a long civilian coat. "He's here," he said quickly to Brad as he unlocked the door.

"Chief," Wade said after he'd taken the walkie-talkie that Beckett handed to him.

"I need you as back up," Brad told them. "Beckett you're armed."

"I am," she replied.

"Okay, there's an intercom and I'll walk up to it after I pull a little closer. You stay where you are and when you see me going inside follow on foot," Brad then instructed. "But stay behind on the sidewalk. I know you two are obviously civilians but I don't want to spook him."

"Just contact us if you need us chief," Wade told him. After they could see the cruiser pulling up along the sidewalk he said, "What's he talking about spooking Alton?"

"He's an invalid," Castle replied. "Agoraphobia. I have to wonder what his plan to get him to talk is."

"First off not take him to the station," Beckett replied.

"So we could have gone in one car," Castle said. When he glanced over his shoulder to see that Wade was looking at him as well he shrugged and said, "Just a thought."

Rolling her eyes Beckett turned her attention to the front of the car where Brad had gotten out close to the home. Once he was at the intercom she could see his lips moving before the gate started to swing in. Getting out of the car with the two men she walked with them up to the still open gate and looking down at the house said, "Nice."

"I can see why he wouldn't want to leave it," Castle commented as they stayed in place, watching Brad making his way down the driveway to the point where it curved to the left to the front door behind some trees.

"I had an uncle who had that," Wade said.

Looking at him as Castle did the same since the officer had spoken so uneasily Beckett asked, "Had?"

"He passed away; a natural death; but he was basically a nutcase," Wade said. "My mom didn't like to talk about him much though he was her brother. I think he scared her when they were kids." He shook himself and looked to the couple telling them, "But I don't think this guy is the same."

"You don't know that really," Castle said with a slight frown. He glanced at his wife and wasn't surprised to see the disquiet that was on her face too. "How far back is this driveway?" he asked rhetorically.

"He should be there around now," Beckett said. She nearly jumped when her cell phone vibrated and taking it out she saw she had a text. "It's Alexis," she said quickly to her husband and quietly. "They're at the dance class."

"Damn it," Castle swore as he looked at his watch.

"Wait, Ms. Grey canceled it," Beckett said as she suddenly got a second message. "She's sending them home because it's getting worse…" she trailed off, looking up at the sky with the other two.

"Good, they'll be alright," Castle said absently as he watched her text their daughters to let them know they'd be home as soon as possible. When he then saw that she was telling them they could play instead of Julia doing her homework he raised one eyebrow at her.

"They'll be warmer in the family room. When we make dinner later she can do her homework then," Beckett said quickly. "And we'll all be warm there."

Wade, watching the two out of the corner of his eye, tried his best to fight his smile at their discussion but it was difficult as he was amazed that they were the same partners that had taken down so many killers with the NYPD. The stories of their cases were something all the officers talked about at the station once in a while and he had to remind himself they weren't just consultants, that they were also normal people outside the department's cases. His line of thought was suddenly broken when the radio in the chief's car came to life, Hutchinson calling.

"She must have finished with the family," Castle said, rushing over with the other two.

"Go ahead Hutchinson," Wade called.

"Just got a hit on Alton; the father who you're looking for," the officer replied. "He's wanted in NYC for a string of burglaries going back twenty years."

"What?" Castle asked, stunned.

"And under his son's name he's got six guns; one of them matches the murder weapon," Hutchinson continued.

"We need to go," Wade said.

As they turned to the driveway Beckett had the walkie-talkie in her hand and was just about to call to Brad when a shot suddenly came from the house and they froze in place as the sound of two more echoed around them through the neighborhood.