Natasha was walking towards the interrogation room where Barton was waiting. She had his file in her hand. She was skimming over the contents. For a renowned author, he had quite a record.

She opened the door and said, "Mr Barton, you have quite a rap sheet for a bestselling author. Disorderly conduct, resisting arrest."

Barton said, "Well, boys will be boys."

She stared at him. He was good looking but she'd never admit it out loud. She continued, "It says here that you stole a police car?"

Barton said, "Borrowed."

Natasha said, "You were half naked at the time."

Barton said, "It was summer."

Natasha said, "And every time charges were dropped." She sat down in front of him.

Barton said, "What can I say, the mayor is a fan, but if it makes you feel any better, I'll be happy to let you punish me."

Natasha smirked and said in a cool voice, "Mr Barton, this bad boy thing you have got going on, it might work for the bimbos and the cameras. Me, i work for a living. So in my world it makes you either the guy who makes my life easier or the guy who makes my life harder. And trust me you don't want to be the latter."

Barton smiled and leaned back, "OK."

Natasha took out the photos from the files and showed them to him, "This is Connie Nott, a psychologist."

Barton said, "She is cute."

Natasha said, "She is dead. Do you recognize her? From book signings or charity events?"

Barton said, "It's possible but she isn't on my list if that is what you are asking." He smirked

Natasha said, "What about his guy, William Scott, small time broker?"

Barton said, "Nope, but then most of my deals tend to be on a larger side."

Natasha just rolled her eyes at the double meaning. How can this guy be so infuriating?

Barton said, "So what's this got to do with me?"

Natasha said, "Scott was found murdered in his apartment 3 days ago. I didn't put it together until I saw the Nott crime scene."

She showed him the photo.

Barton said, "A Bullet through the Heart."

Natasha said, "Yes, and this is how we found Scott. Right out of, 'Raining Bullets'."

Barton said in an amused voice, "Looks like I have a fan."

Natasha said, "Yup, a really psychotic fan."

Baton said, "Oh you don't look psychotic to me?"

Natasha looked at him in confusion, "What?"

Barton smirked, "'Raining Bullets'. Common only hardcore Barton groupies read that one."

Natasha felt herself flush a little. She let out a sigh and said, "Do any of these groupies write you letters?"

Barton nodded.

Natasha said, "Disturbing ones?"

Barton said, "All my fan mail is disturbing. It's an occupational hazard."

Natasha said, "Because sometimes in cases like these we find out that the killer-"

Barton continued, "Killer tries to contact the subject of his obsession."

At her amazed look, Barton said, "I'm also well versed in psychopathic methodology. Another occupational hazard. And do you know you have gorgeous eyes." He leaned in looking her in the eye.

Natasha took the photos and said coldly, "So you wouldn't have any problems if we go through your mail?"

Barton said, "Be my guest."

As she stood up, Barton said, "Can I have copies of those?"

Natasha asked, "Copies?"

Barton said, "I have this poker game, mostly other writers. You have no idea how jealous those would make them."

Natasha couldn't believe this guy. Did he not have even a little compassion? She said, "Jealous?"

Barton said, "That I have a copycat. Oh that is like a badge of honour in my world."

Natasha was getting really annoyed. How arrogant can this guy get? She said, "People are dead, Mr Barton."

Barton said, "I'm not asking for the bodies just the pictures."

Natasha said, "We are done here."

She walked out of the room frustrated. They would have to go through Barton's mail to get the next clue. Also she would have to read the books so she can get some additional insights. Barton was no help at all.

Barton, that man was so frustrating.

How can this man be her idol?