I know I'm updating infrequently, I just seem to be more focused on my other fanfic. Once that is done, I shall update regularly.

Shaw

Something doesn't sit right.

Not Castle and Beckett arriving together. Or their new found closeness.

What bothers me is the fact that this isn't Tanner's style. All his previous hits were well thought out and planned. Careful and slow. This one, he seems to be moving to fast. Take this apartment for example. In all other home invasions, he wiped down every surface. We have never found a single print in one of his strikes. This apartment was covered in finger prints. Some would be from our vic, but some might be from Tanner himself. All he did to clean up was police his brass and bullets.

"Agent Shaw, just got a hit off of one of the prints," a tech alerted.

"Who?"

"Marcus Wright," he read off the PDA, "Former Ranger. Now wanted for murder in three states for mob hits."

"He's not Tanner," I said, "Tanner thinks to much of himself to do mob hits."

"Just got off the phone with Lanie," alerted Beckett, "She identified the victim as Sergei Romanov, a hitman for the Russian mafia. Former Spetsnaz."

"Two vics," started Castle, "Both hitman for criminal elements. Both with former special forces training. From my research of Jake Tanner it shows that he goes out of his way to avoid killing those he is not paid to."

"He's afraid to make mistakes," I theorized.

"And it helps with recruiting contacts," he continued, "If they aren't afraid that he is going to kill them at the drop of the hat, they are more likely to work with him. He uses date-rape drugs to destroy the memory those who cme into contact with him."

"And those who somehow remember his face give such a varying description that an APB is impossible," I said.

"He's like Dunn, a chameleon," Kate said.

"No, Dunn was good, but Tanner is the best," I informed her, "I personally chased him into a crowded street. In the space of a few seconds, he changed his clothes and his walk."

We were interrupted by my phone ringing, "Shaw."

"It's Booth. I emailed you all the footage we have on the Massacre."

"Thank you, sir."

"Don't call me 'sir'. This case is being handed over to you."

"Why?"

"I've been put on mandatory leave and you are the second best profiler I know, and the only one that is a field agent."

"Thank you."

"No thanks necessary."

"Whose the best?"

"My therapist."

I hung up the phone and turned to Castle and Beckett, "That was my former boss. He's handed the case over to me, and all the feeds we have from the Massacre."

"Congratulations," said Castle.

"Don't congratulate me until we catch this son of a bitch."

"Prick," corrected Beckett.

"What?"

"I just get more of a 'prick' vibe from this guy."

"Whether he is a prick or a SOB remains undecided. Right now we need to catch him. Put out an APB on wright. We may get lucky."

"Sure thing," Beckett got out her phone and turned to make the call.

"I'll go set up the basement so that it ready for us when we watch the feeds," offered Castle.

"Do it."

Sometimes, I think I came into the wrong profession. Castle had purchased a top-of-the-line plasma screen TV like it was a candy bar, and had it installed within the hour. Complete with a brand new surround sound and universal remote.

"Wait," said Castle, "Rewind a bit."

I complied, rewinding he video shot from some kid's cell phone. The image was blurry and choppy, but it was possible to see a blur take down two of the guards. The first one pulled a gun on him. Tanner seemed to grab his arm and knock it aside enough to avoid being hit. Then he twists the hand and somehow brings him to his chest, using the guard as a human shield. He then killed the other guard with his comrades gun.

Castle pulled up Youtube. He then selected a video of men in combat fatigues learning martial arts... and the exact same move.

"While I was doing research on Kate's friend," he explained, "I found this. Apparently, he created his own version of MCMAP. Today it's called Trevodur MCMAP, and is taught at CQB School."

I looked at Beckett, "When were you going to tell us?"

"I honestly didn't know," she defended, "After Jon came back for the second time, I never saw him again."

"You said the first hit was June 6, 2005, right?" I nodded, "But CQB School didn't open until July 13, 2005."

"Tanner must be someone from Jon's unit," Beckett realized, "Someone who was there for a few months."

"He must have learned his fighting techniques," continued Castle.

"We find out that..."

"We find Tanner."

I shrugged, "Worth a shot."