Chapter3

"Hey Ryan. Finish those traces?" Beckett asked, dropping her folder next to the keyboard on the desk.

"Just contacted Jack Moore. He was arrested fifteen minutes ago for child abuse. In the meantime, Fitzgerald's in the interview lounge."

"Good job. Thanks." She picked up the folder again and moved towards the lounge. She opened the door, went in and left it open for Castle. Fitzgerald was holding a scrunched up tissue and using it to dab her eyes. "Ms. Fitzgerald?"

"Yeah." She sniffed. "That's me."

Castle came in and shut the door. "I'm Kate Beckett. The detective on Justin More's case."

"Rick Castle. Uh, following the detective." Castle nodded towards Beckett.

"Ms. Fitzgerald, what was the nation of you're relationship with Mr. Moore?"

"I'm his agent. Last month we started dating."

"Did he have any enemies?"Castle asked.

"Last week he came to the restaurant an hour late. He was limping, and when he sat down his pants came up a little. I saw fresh cuts and bruises."

"There were cuts and bruises on the body." Castle told Beckett.

"Do you have any idea who might have given them to Mr. Moore?"

"Yeah I asked him who did that to him. He said it was James Connelly. When I asked who that was, he told me 'for all you know,dead.'" Ms. Fitzgerald wiped her eyes again.

"Thank you. You've been very helpful. But please, I have to ask. Where were you at 8:00 this morning?"

"You think that just because I'm married, I killed the man that I love?"

"You're already married?" Castle exclaimed.

"Castle." Beckett snapped.

"You know what my husband did today? At work he found out his brother was dead, and punched three holes in his office wall. When he came home I told him the cops thought Justin was murdered. He picked up little Emily, our one year old daughter, and started shaking her. The only way I could get him to stop was by calling the cops."

"Is you're husband related to Mr. Moore?" That's all Beckett seemed to hear and she was stuck on it.

"Twin brother. Why?"

"Thanks you can go home now. Castle, let's go." She jumped up and hurried out. "Esposito, Jack Moore is downstairs. Bring him up."

"Yeah."

"I got it." Castle said turning towards Beckett. She raised her eyebrow and her face had Do- I- Really- Want- To- Know? all over her face.

"He was a CIA agent. And so is Fitzgerald. They were working on a case together, almost finished but then the suspect killed him. Fitzgerald's probably next."

"How many times are you going to give me that CIA theory?"

"Until my theories are right."

Beckett's phone rang. "Beckett. Mike Royce? Yeah. Send him up."

"What are you- what are you doing? Bringing the guy who broke your heart back?"

"Really? I let you-" Castle looked up at her suddenly. "How did you know?" She saved.

"I was trained by a great detective."

Beckett smiled. It was one of her true, genuine smiles that are so rare, for Castle. "Umm, will you do me a favor?"

"Yeah. What?"

"Will you pretend we're dating?"