So here it is kids! This is the beginning of the end, this is the first part of the big reveal of what exactly happened in the Crumbsverse that cause Johanna Beckett's murder. I've worked very hard on this and I hope you leave your love in review form!

'Get Pearlmutter on scene, now, Ryan,' Beckett demanded, pacing the Observation room as she barked out the order. 'And no one so much as as posts the crime-scene tape if you don't clear them.'

'Pearlmutter's already here, Beckett, and we are going to be on CSU like ugly on an ape until we're satisified. What?' Ryan shouted to someone on his end of the phone. 'Yeah, go find Detective Esposito and ask him, he's got all that info.'

'Ryan do your thing there, we'll keep leaning on Attwood here.'

Beckett hung up the phone and glared through the glass at Attwood, who was waiting with Montgomery; neither one spoke a word.

'Spitzer's dead,' she told Castle bluntly, dully, 'and that son of a bitch knows who did, and why and what the reason behind it all is.'

'Kate, before you go charging in there, remember that however satisfying it might be to pound on him, it will only damage you in court,' Castle reminded her softly.

'I know that,' she snapped, though it helped hearing an outside voice say it aloud. 'I know that,' she repeated a little more calmly. 'I trusted you to get our babies safe, now trust me to see this through, okay?'

'If I didn't, I wouldn't be backing you every step of the way, my love.'

Beckett gave him a wan smile and despite the pressing hour of the present circumstances, allowed herself a little peck of her husband's lips. She patted his cheek. 'I know you're right there with me, and so is she.'

'I know that too. Now get in there and bust his balls.'

Beckett had to school herself from laughing like a teenager on a date, instead took a minute to school her face into grim lines as she walked back into the interrogation room. She didn't sit, but braced her hands so she towered over Attwood.

'That was one of my detectives. He and his partner went to roust your buddy Christopher Spitzer and guess what they found?'

'No.' Attwood went even white - Beckett didn't know that was possible - and licked his dry lips. 'No, Chris can't be- he wasn't supposed to be killed. Just Raglan and Mike because they couldn't keep their mouths shut to Christine.'

'I'd guess someone is tying up their loose ends so even if you're scrawny neck is in a cage, it's alive in a cage.'

'Okay. Can I get some water?'

'Sure.'

Montgomery left, and Beckett moved so she was standing in a corner, watching Attwood. He was jittery now, legs and arms and hands just couldn't keep still, like a drummer trying to keep up with the rest of the band. She knew Montgomery had done this to test her, knew her husband was watching her and from somewhere so was her mother. So she wouldn't disappoint them and instead pulled out her cellphone and texted Alexis.

Hey shani, how's Miami?

Hot and sticky, which would be better if my husband was here was the reply she got a few minutes later; it was quickly followed up with why are you texting me like this in the middle of such a heaving investigation? Everything okay?

Yeah, there's a pause in Interview and I'm texting you so I don't do anything without Montgomery present, since we are keeping everything 5x5

Okay, I'll send your love to everyone, and RJ has a surprise for you when we get back tomorrow morning.

The boy was just like his daddy, Beckett thought with a shake of her head, knowing her all-encompassing smile at her phone would be read as a smirk by Attwood, if he even looked her way, that was.

The door opened and Montgomery had two soft drinks in his hand, a bottle of water for Attwood. He gave a jerk of the head to Beckett which had her moving in so he could whisper in her ear.

'Esposito and Ryan are on their way back, and Delancy has asked that he watch with Castle when we do this, Beckett. Any objections?'

'No sir, not a one.'

'Good.' Montgomery nudged her politely aside and looked at Attwood. 'In the interest of professional courtesy to all of my men who have worked just about around the clock for the last five days on this case, I'm asking if you would feel your rights would be violated if we postponed the remainder of this interview for fifteen minutes.'

'No.' Attwood suddenly looked his age, deflated and worn out. 'No, I wouldn't object to that.'

'Good.'

Montgomery opened the door, let Julian step in to watch Attwood like a hawk, and Beckett followed him into the bullpen where Adam was sitting at her desk in Castle's chair with an Icy-Gelpak pressed against his head.

'How you feeling, Adam?' Beckett asked him, sitting down in her own chair.

'No signs of concussion so I'm not going to the ER. What's with the suit?' he asked, and Beckett glanced over to where Montgomery was talking to Delancy; evidently he'd been waiting for them in the break-room.

'That would be the Deputy Chief of Detectives Sean Delancy, and when this is done, well...let's just say he's going to be up to his eyeballs in paperwork. Fortunately, as our records will be impeccable thanks to your hard work with us,' Beckett patted Adam's knee, 'his workload

'Skippy damn. Doesn't mean I'm any closer to getting my badge back.'

'I know, and I won't pretend I know what that feels like, but I will tell you that the universe has a way of working itself out. My mother died and then I became a cop. That led me here, to Roy and Kevin and Javi, and this work led me to Castle and Alexis, and more people in my life. You'll find a way to have this work out as well, Adam.'

'Do you believe in God, Kate?' Adam asked her, and Beckett thought on it, then shook her head.

'That's a loaded question, but I do know I believe there is a higher power looking out for us, and that my mother and your father are both in a place where they can be with us always.'

'I used to think that was such bullshit, but now I'm starting to believe it more and more,' Adam agreed. 'I have to think that my father is in a better place and is finally going to get justice for your mother. Now there's a sorry pair of losers.'

Beckett glanced over her shoulder again and this time got to her feet when she saw Esposito and Ryan getting off the elevator. 'Guys, we've got Attwood in the cooler and we waited until you were back to interview him. Let's move.'

Without a word, Adam got to his feet and followed Beckett and the others to the interview room, where the Ry-Sposito monster, Adam and Deputy Chief Delancy met Castle in Observation while she followed her captain back once more into the breach.

'Has it been fifteen minutes already?' Attwood asked, scratched his arm. 'Felt like an hour.'

'Get used to it,' was all Beckett said.

'Alright, my men are here now, Aaron. Start from the very beginning. What started all this shit rolling?'

'What do you know about Christopher Spitzer?' Attwood replied, and Montgomery sneered.

'Not the best way to get us on your side, talking in riddles Aaron.'

'No, I mean it, otherwise this is a redundant conversation.'

'Other than his personnel file, nothing.'

Attwood sighed, drank some of his water. 'He had a niece, named Camilla, it was his sister Eva's baby. She got knocked up by some married guy she was having an affair with, but when she came up pregnant the guy told it was her problem not his. Eva didn't even put his name on the birth record.'

'That's where the name for the Swiss accounts came from?' Beckett put in.

'Yeah, a kind of twisted homage to her. Anyways, she was a nice girl but she was easily influenced and got into drugs young and into the hard stuff. One night, she was with her dealer and she OD'd, she was dead before the paramedics even showed up. Man at the desk of the SRO where she died confirmed by mugshots it was Julio Robinson she was with.'

Attwood paused, drank more water. 'Eva was hysterical and Christopher, he just about went crazy himself, vowing to avenge his niece's death, but Frank-'

'Would that be Frank Cowlan?' Montgomery asked.

'Yeah, that's Frank Cowlan. He told Christopher not to worry, the son of a bitch would do his time in prison.'

'Only he didn't,' Beckett inferred and Attwood nodded again in agreement.

'Only he didn't,' he echoed, 'and Robinson was arrested and went to a preliminary hearing but wasn't held over to trial. There wasn't enough conclusive evidence to put him at the scene, even though everyone knew it was him that done it. That's what set everything in motion.'