"So…that is Mr. Chaos." Castle said, watching through the viewing window. "For someone claiming to be disorder…looks pretty clean cut."

Temperance had to agree with the statement. 'Chaos' was the last word she would use to describe the man before them. The 25 year old sat in the hard chair, fingers moving through his blond hair to scratch his head on occasion. He was tall, six foot 2 in his black sneakers, right leg bouncing up and down nervously as he looked about. His worn blue jeans and red mock turtleneck only gave hints to his lean form. A pair of wire bifocals rested on his face, which he adjusted now before tugging on his goatee.

She did agree with Castle.

"Don't assume anything, Richard…I've met enough clean cut killers."

Why she was arguing against him though…

"His name is Kevin Allen." Esposito said, looking over the file they'd made on the suspect. "Manager at a regional supercenter, considers himself a part time novelist working on getting his novel published."

"Before you ask, no, it isn't like anything Keyes was writing." Ryan stated. "Think a western with biblical overtones."

Temperance nodded. "Makes sense, actually." At their looks of confusion, she continued. "Fan fiction is a past time for him, something for enjoyment. If he views himself as a novelist, that being his profession, he wouldn't want to write something for pleasure that resembles his work."

Castle shook his head. "I don't know about that. You consider anthropology your work, and you think of yourself a writer second. Yet you allow work to be part of your hobby."

"Anthropology is something I enjoy, Richard…writing is work."

"Whatever you say, Temperance."

"He seems nervous…do you think that's because he is guilty?" Ryan said, not liking the sudden tension between the two writers.

Sweets, who had been quiet for the entire time, shook his head. "I am not for sure yet…it is possible he merely is agitated due to his arrival…the FBI did show up at his door and demand he come with them. That would cause anyone to be nervous."

"Unless they were sex female ones." Castle stated. "Then you would be nervous for a whole different reason." The others looked at him. "What?"

Temperance rolled her eyes in disgust.

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Kevin stared at Daniel's newest novel, shock clearly written on his features. "It…totally ripped off my fan fic."

"Not the words I would use…but yes." Beckett said. "How do you feel about that?"

"Conflicted, to be honest." Kevin stated, still staring at the novel.

"What do you mean?" Booth pressed.

Kevin finally looked up at her. "On one hand, I had something I worked hard on stolen from me. It's happened before…writers will just copy my story onto some message board, give interviews about how they "came up with the story" and other crap…then I will find out and drive them away. It sucks, it's annoying, and I hate it." Before Beckett or Booth could leap on that fact, Kevin continued. "But on the other hand, my work was stolen by the actual creator of the characters. He thought I did such a good job at mimicking his style that no one would ever guess he hadn't written it himself. I mean…it's an honor…and annoying…like a cat burglar who one robs the superrich robbing your house."

Booth laughed slightly at the strange metaphor. "I suppose so. But you mean to tell me you had no clue he did this?"

"How would I?" He asked. "None of the spoiler websites were giving any clues about the book…bigger secret than the plot to "The Lot Symbol"."

"What about looking at who read your story?" Beckett asked.

Kevin laughed. "All I get from the site is raw data. The friggin' Pope could be reading my stories and I would have no clue." He leaned back in his chair. "But I am assuming there is more to this than me getting ripped off."

With shared looks, Booth and Beckett began to tell Kevin about the case.

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"So Doc, what do you make of the kid?" Castle asked, crossing his arms across his chest. "Think he is our guy?"

Sweets frowned. "I can't be for sure at the moment, but he is being honest. He is offering up information that could damage him, but he is not doing in such a way that it appears he is doing it with motive."

"I don't understand." Temperance stated

"He's clueless what happened…he isn't playing dumb."

Temperance nodded. "Ah…like a killer that tells us he has a temper, merely to bait us."

"Exactly." Sweets stated. "From what I've read of Howard Epps, he liked to pretend death was a game. Mr. Allen in there is not doing such things…" He paused, touching the mic button. "Agent Booth, I believe Mr. Allen is being honest with you, but be careful…I get a vibe off him. Look at how his eyes are moving as Det. Beckett talks; he knows you guys think he killed Daniel, and he is figuring out a way to spin this to his advantage."

"Vibe?" Temperance asked after Sweets finished. "I don't like vibes, they aren't facts."

"Oh, I love vibes. They are like gut feelings but with a cool, bluesy touch." Castle stated with a grin.

Temperance glared at him. "Of course you would only care about vibes and not worry about the facts."

"What does that mean?" Castle asked, raising an eyebrow.

Temperance whipped around, poking him in the chest. "You don't care about facts or evidence. All you care about is what looks good on paper." She scoffed. "Is it any wonder so many critics say your books are pulp?"

Castle's ever present amused smile faded, and for Ryan and Esposito, they saw something they had never seen from Castle: Anger.

"Is that so? Well, I would rather have pulp than…how did the Boston Globe word it…a "stuffy lecture told by a woman who obviously has so little a social life that she must create one within her novels, when her oversexed heroine isn't boring us to tears!""

Temperance hammered right back. "That critic was a fool who didn't know a good book if it bite him on the posterior-"

"Ass, Temperance!" Castle roared. "It's an ass! You know it, I know it, they all know it…" he waved a hand at the startled Esposito and Ryan, Sweets itching to record the fight, "so just call it what it is!"

"I chose not to lower myself to your…level…by using such vulgarity…"

"Oh, for the love of God!" Castle exclaimed. He turned to Sweets. "Did you know, when I first met Temperance, she was being hit on by this drunken publishing agent? Want to know what she told him? It wasn't "Thou best leave my presence, before thou findth themselves removed." She said, and I quote, "I would not be caught dead kissing your fat ass in a million years!" Yeah, she swore, and she was vulgar…" He glared at Temperance, "I don't know what happened, but a few years ago you were almost normal…and then you began to turn back, until you've become so refined acting I think you are a Monty Python parody." He clapped his hands together right in her face. "For God's sake Temperance, you were funny! You joked, you pulled pranks, and you weren't as clueless about the world has you have us believe." He wagged a finger at Sweets. "Do you know what her favorite Television show is?"

"Dr. Brennan doesn't own a TV." Sweets stated.

Castle laughed. "Really…then why did you and your boyfriend fight over who got the TV when you got back from that dig a few years ago, huh?" He scoffed. "She owns a TV…how else would she watch her precious Transformers cartoons." He laughed. "Yeah, the oh so prim and proper Dr. Temperance Brennan is a fan of the Transformers! Loves Sunscream. And she reads comic books too…how else would she know all about Wonder Woman?"

Sweets jaw practically hung to the ground.

Temperance, fire in her eyes, drilled her finger into Castle's chest. "How I chose to behave is my choice, Richard. Not yours. So do not lecture me. I talk how I wish…it is not me acting better than others, but merely assuming they can handle it. Apparently, I was mistaken that you could. So let me make this simple: Butt out, asshole…or maybe I should tell people how little Castle couldn't rise to attention!" She stormed towards the door. "And his name is STARSCREAM!"

Castle rushed to the door. "Well maybe you should cry his name out during sex instead of Booth's!" Turning to stare at the others, Castle let out a huff and turned to go the opposite direction.

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Kevin looked up. "What was that?"

"Nothing." Beckett said, concerned that she had heard the yelling too.

"Sounded like yelling." The fan fic writer said.

"It wasn't." Booth said, wanting to get to the task at hand. "Mr. Allen…you must realize how this looks. You story was stolen by Daniel Keyes, who is now dead…"

"And I…killed him?" Kevin asked, confused. "How? I was at work most of the time…and even then, shouldn't airport records show I never flew here." He paused. "I guess I could have drived, but if you look at my computer, you'll see I was online whenever I was not at work." He grinned. "I love Farmville."

Booth grinned. "Did you hear they are going to give us storage?" At Beckett's annoyed look, Booth reigned himself in. "It's possible you had a friend…"

"Agent Booth, I do not have a long list of friends. I enjoy my privacy. It doesn't help me avoid a murder rap, but it is true. I haven't even had anyone over to my apartment other than my family, and they can also verify their whereabouts. Everyone else works at my store or are more chat friends than anything." He ran his palm against his chin. "I never left the state of Michigan."

"You could have hired a hit." Beckett stated, trying to draw him in.

"How?" Kevin asked. "I'm a farm boy, Detective…I know more about how to tell the grades of chicken patties than how to call in a hit. I am not Tony Soprano."

"Mr. Allen, you had a motive…"

"About that…"

Sweets voice chimed in over their earpieces. "Here it comes. His spin."

"Do you have a copy of my story?" He asked. Beckett passed him one, and after a moment, Kevin pointed to the top. "Right here, I state I do not own the rights to "Western Front" or its characters. And right here…I give permission to use my ideas."

Booth and Beckett looked at the chapter, realizing they had totally missed that in the first chapter, so focused on the final pages where the majority of plagiarism was.

"Most authors include that at the beginning of their chapters. But I include the second because…honestly…I'd love for my ideas to be used. I write what I want to see…George Lucas said that, and I live by it."

Beckett frowned. "That may be-"

"Alright, cherie, back away from the kid."

Booth turned around, shocked. "Caroline?"

The tough as nails and queen of comebacks entered the room, looking at all three in annoyance. Caroline was the only person Booth had met that could make Temperance grow quiet like a child scolded. She entered a room and all paid her respect.

"Excuse me…" Beckett began.

"You are excused." Caroline said simply, narrowing her eyes. "Well, what are you waiting for…get going."

"I am not…" Beckett began.

"Yes, you are." Caroline snapped. "You are releasing my client right now."

"Your client, Caroline?" Booth asked. "How is he your client?"

Kevin stared at the woman, eyes wide in utter fear. "I think I'd prefer to stay."

Caroline shook her head. "No such luck, cherie. When you were taken in, your parents talked to a lawyer friend. She had other lawyer friends, who have other friends, who have more friends who are high up in Washington. And I get a call at 5 in the morning asking me to rescue your white behind. So you are coming with me, right now." She grabbed Kevin by the arm and hauled him towards the door. "Agent Booth, Det. Beckett, you have no evidence to link my client to the crime. If you continue this course of action, I will be forced to drag you through every court, and I will make it ugly."

Kevin grabbed onto the doorframe. "Really, no need…"

"I said come on!" Caroline shouted, leaving. Kevin, however, stared at them, pleading.

"I'd rather not go with the scary lady…" Caroline's hand lashed out, grabbing him by the front of his shirt. "Don't let it eat my heart."

And with that, he was yanked away, leaving a stunned Booth and Beckett in their wake.

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Author's Note: To protect me incase either show steals this story: I do not own Bones or Castle or the characters, and offer the story up to them freely…all I ask is that I am acknowledged for the creation of the idea.

One reviewer mentioned that I was writing Temperance too clueless. Too bad I couldn't tell them I was laying it on just a bit thick (but not too much, if the current episodes are any sign) so I could have Castle and Bones' denouncement fights.

The fact Temperance reads comics comes from 1) Her costume in the Halloween episode 2) my first bones fic "The Anthropologist in the Watchtower", which I consider to be canon in my new Bones/Castle universe.

The fact that Temperance is a fan of Transformers comes from an idea I had before this story called, "The Boy in the Bot", where a custom action figure maker is killed at a convention and Booth arrives (sans Bones as she is on vacation) only to learn she was on vacation at the convention, where she is proudly wearing a decepticon t-shirt and is a avid fan of the show. Perhaps I will one day write that story as part of the Bones/Castle series.

Finally, I would like to confirm that, after I do "The Scrooge in the Lab Coat" I will be doing the sequel to this story, the Bones/Castle crossover entitled "The Three Deaths of the Theater Dandy"