Kate was prepping to go into the interrogation room when Castle came, juggling two cups of coffee and a box with donuts. Esposito was filling her in on the suspect and helped him, taking the box. He then opened it and took one bear claw for himself.

"Great, Castle. Thanks!" Said Espo, leaving them and moving to his own desk.

"But that's..That's…" Castle tried to stop Esposito from taking the donut, since he had only bought two. He handed Kate her coffee, and she was faster than him reaching for the other donut on the box. She took a big bite before he could say anything, and he only pouted. She giggled at his childish reaction and then turned the donut to him, so he could bit it too.

She cleaned her hands on the sides of her pants and took a long sip of her coffee before saying. "Showtime! Are you coming?"

"Yes" he tried to say, but the sound was muffled by the donut on his mouth. He pushed the whole thing into it and ran towards the interrogation room, entering seconds before she closed the door.

The suspect looked nothing suspicious. Something like Captain America before the asteroids, Simon Washburne looked as harmless as an ant. But Kate knew that some ants could sting.

"Mr. Washburne. My name is Detective Kate Beckett." She said, taking the chair before him.

"And who's he?" Simon asked, pointing to Castle.

"mmm –hummmm" he tried to say, but the donut was still on his mouth. Kate looked at him serious, and he just sat.

"This is Richard Castle. He's my partner."

"Seriously? THE Richard Castle?" Simon's eyes were open wide and sparkling. Rick knew that look from all the fans he had met in his life. Great, a fan right when he had a hard time swallowing a donut.

"Man! I've read all your books! Though I have to be honest and say, I think Derrick Storm is so much better than Nikki Heat!"

Kate threw the files on the table hard enough for them to echo on the room, and called Simon's attention.

"Mr. Washburne. We're not here to talk about Mr. Castle's work. We're here to talk about your relation to Adam Baker."

"Adam? Oh, no, really? I can't believe he took it to the cops! Man!" Simon slapped the tip of the table and rolled eyes.

"What, Mr. Washburne?" Asked Castle, finally free from the bear claw.

"Oh, you know. Me taking the sketches. I told him I had borrowed them, to look further. I wouldn't steal from him! He is going to be my boss, so to speak."

"You stole his sketches?"

"Borrowed them. God! Fine! You just give me a few minutes and I'll go get them for you, and you give them back to him. I mean, I thought we were working together."

"We don't care about sketches, Mr. Washburne." And she handed a photo of Adam to him. "Adam was killed last night."

"WHAT?" Simon got up and punched the table with his two fists. Kate and Rick startled back on their chairs. "No way!"
"I'm afraid this is true. Can you please explain your connection to the victim."

Simon sat again, and Castle noticed his eyes were dark and watery. He took a deep breath and started talking.

"Look, Adam is the most talented person I know. Oh God. Was. He was. Anyway, we met on the forum, and started talking about our projects, and then we exchanged emails and started talking about other stuff too. We became pals. Then one day he arranges to meet at a café. There he presents me with the proposition of becoming partners and opening a studio. I loved the idea!"

"so when you met yesterday, that was what you talked about?"

"Yeah. Well, he then showed me the sketches to the Marvel Game."

"So he had told you about the Marvel deal?"

"Deal? No, he only told me he was working on a project to create a game with Marvel characters. There was a deal? Man, that's why he was so sure he would use those projects. I mean, he hadn't told me anything, so I was really worried with copyrights, you know?"

"And what happened then?"

"I asked him to keep the sketches to analyze and try creating a story for it. You know, possible changes, different levels based on the player's decisions. He told absolutely not! And put the file back in his bag. Then he went to grab another coffee, and I took the file from his bag and went away. I know, not my best moment, and I'm not proud, but if anyone in this situation could kill anyone, that would be him killing me."

"I made sure to send him an email when I got home to tell him I had taken the folder, and that I would give it back, and he would be happy I did it, because I would make it better. But he was too angry. I never spoke to him since."

"and where were you between 11 and 2 am?

He took a few seconds thinking.

"I was playing on my PS3. I'm sure you can check my log."

Kate realized that her guts were right about Simon. He was harmless. She took note to check his log on the playstation network just for paperwork. She looked at Castle before walking out of the room.

"Thanks, Mr. Washburne. Just a few more minutes before you can go" she said by the door, and then left. Castle went just after her. Right before Castle closed the door, Simons called for his attention.

"Hey. You should check magicgamer3. Adam was complaining about her. He even blocked from messaging him at the forum, and she freaked. She posted something horrible about getting to him or something. The moderator erased it, but maybe some experts could recover the message."

Castle nodded as a 'thank you' and closed the door.

Simon just rubbed his hands on his face, wiping away the reluctant tears that were falling from his eyes, remembering his friend and partner.