Genre: Crime, Drama, Family, Romance, Humor

Rating: M for violence, language and sexual situations

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters featured on the show Castle, they belong to the creator of the show, ABC, and the others who do own them.

A/N #1: Have some lyrics from the song Maxwell's Silver Hammer in this chapter, which of course was by The Beatles on their album Abbey Road.

A/N #2: Loved getting the reviews that I did for the last chapter, so want to quickly to get to my thank yous for them. vetgirlmx (Yeah, I don't blame you for finding a song used for murder in any way disturbing; it's why I hate Charles Manson taking Helter Skelter and Piggies and using them for the murders his 'family' committed. But with the song in this story, I thought someone insane enough would think of using it for murder. Though it's funny, Paul never meant it in that way when he wrote the song. So I'm with you in the fact that music's supposed to be relaxing, just couldn't help using the song! Really happy to see the murders themselves are creeping you out, means I've written them well, so nice seeing that! And you're right, not spoilers, and don't worry, you'll find out what the conversations that Castle and Beckett had with Esposito and Lanie soon enough), Beckett-Castle4ever (You'll find out what the conversations are about too, don't worry. And really glad to see that you liked the last chapter too!), wendykw (You know, you make a good point, I don't know if the song's that well known to people who aren't fans of the Beatles, so yeah, they might have gone to check out the lyrics. And actually, I don't know if that tool is really nicknamed Maxwell's Silver Hammer, I got it because way, way back when I'd been trying to write a series of novels about two detectives at the LAPD, I researched autopsies to be able to get it right, and the list of tools had in parenthesis that that hammer could be nicknamed that, but I don't know for sure, I just liked the idea so I went with it in this story. But glad to see you enjoyed the chapter!), pcol22 (Happy to see you liked the last chapter of course. And you'll find out in this one I hope what Maxwell's Silver Hammer is! Great that you want to read the next chapter, always love seeing that!) and sammysgirl78 (Also was happy seeing that you too enjoyed the last chapter. And great that the case is interesting and weird for you now, I definitely like hearing that from my readers! You'll see what it was that Lanie and Esposito talked to them about soon, I promise. I thought you might like them hurrying to get back home in time to take Julia to school, so happy to see I was right in that. Oh, and really pleased that you want to read about her graduation, since I actually added that in at the last minute, lol, so great someone's looking forward to it! Not surprised you want to see Alexis home for Father's Day, of course, you'll see how that'll turn out. Lol, great to see your liked their shared brain thing when they were talking to Lanie, thought readers would enjoy seeing that! And so happy seeing you want to read more, definitely love that!). So thanks so much to all my reviewers, appreciate it immensely that you all took the time to write out these reviews that I enjoyed reading so much!

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"Maxwell's Silver Hammer?" Esposito said.

"Bang, bang Maxwell's silver hammer," Castle corrected. "Came down upon-"

"Castle!" Beckett said in exasperation.

"Has he been singing that?" Ryan asked.

"He was humming it on the way back from the morgue. Stop now or I will send you back home to your book. You can sing to Nikki and Rook all you want," Beckett said, shooting him a quick look.

"Right," Castle said.

"You honestly think a song has anything to do with this?" Esposito asked, bringing their attention back to his question.

"Everything to do with it," Castle said, seeing Beckett was talking to someone on the phone. He stood up and went to the murder board and pointed to the first victim's picture saying, "The lines in the song say Joan was quizzical, studied pataphysical, science in the home."

"But the vic was a chemistry student," Ryan pointed out.

"Pataphysical science is a philosophy," Beckett said, covering the mouthpiece of her phone. "Paul likely got the idea from the French writer Alfred Jarry. The killer probably took the line that mentions test tubes to choose her since I really don't think they offer majors in pataphysical science these days," her voice sarcastic at the end.

"What she said," Castle said. "And the song says… well, actually, let me play the song for you," he said when Beckett had hung up the phone. "May I?"

"Oh I have no problems, as long as it's Paul McCartney singing," Beckett said as she turned to her computer screen.

"I'm not that bad," Castle said, faking irritation. When he got only a look from his fiancée he quickly played the song he and Beckett knew their murders were being based on for the boys. "Never heard this?" he asked Ryan.

"Not the biggest fan of The Beatles," the detective said with a shrug before the first lyric was sung.

Joan was quizzical studied pataphysical

Science in the home

"There's your first vic," Castle said.

Maxwell Edison, majoring in medicine

"I'm assuming that's not our killer's name, but could he have some kind of connection to the medical field?" Ryan asked.

Calls her on the phone

Can I take you out to the pictures?

"That explains the movie tickets," Esposito said. "But we couldn't find any strange numbers, no burner phones or disconnected lines on her records."

"He might have come in contact with her at work or school," Beckett said, hanging up the phone again as the chorus played. "We need to look into both, talk with her classmates and coworkers."

"It'll be more likely that he came into contact with her via the hospital," Castle said. "If he's going to take the song that seriously."

Back in school again, Maxwell plays the fool again

Teacher gets annoyed

"And there's our second vic," Ryan said, exchanging a look with Esposito as the song went on to describe the teacher being murdered.

But when she turns her back on the boy

He creeps up from behind

"Have you let Julia listen to this?" Ryan asked.

"Wait," Beckett said, holding up her hand.

Say he must go free

The judge does not agree and he tells them

"So that's why you're looking for a judge in that area?" Esposito said.

"It is, but the buildings I've been calling are not letting me know; and we can't be here all day trying to find where one has a judge residing there. We were thinking since the first two vics were in such close proximity to each other, the third vic must be as well," Beckett said. Her phone rang then, and she hesitated in picking up the phone before she finally did. "Beckett."

Watching her, Castle wasn't surprised when she looked at him, and as soon as she hung up said, "Another murder."

"Another murder. One block south of our second vic's building, two blocks south of the first," Beckett said as she stood up.

"So he is a judge," Castle commented as they came into the room and saw the body of the man reaching out towards a doorway. "But I'll bet you anything the robe was put on after he was killed."
"You'd be correct Castle," Lanie said. "We found bloodstains under here," she said to Beckett, showing underneath the judicial robe the vic was wearing a bloodied shirt.

"He's a retired judge," an older woman said, sitting in the kitchen of the apartment.

"Are you his wife ma'am?" Esposito asked. When she nodded he said, "I'm wondering if I can speak with you outside, please."

"So he knocked over this table," Beckett said, looking at Ryan who'd come out of the room the vic had been trying to get to. "And here's his phone on the floor…" she said, pointing it out to CSU. "Which all our vics were trying to do. Our current vic didn't have a landline?"

"His name is Gian Ancelotti," Ryan said, looking at his pad of paper. "His wife's name is Louise, and as she said, he was a retired judge. No landline though, you're right."

"Lanie?" Beckett asked.

"His time of death was six to eight this morning I'm going to set it at," the doctor replied. "And I can't give you a guarantee until I get him on the slab, but I'd say he was struck with the same weapon as the other two."

"Did the killer leave us anything so we'd know the connection between our first two vics?" Castle asked, having knelt to look at the back of the vic's head.

"Nothing, and I checked everything that I could," Lanie said. "Better ask CSU."

"There was nothing," Ryan said, coming back out from the bedroom. "They're taking the hangar his robes were on to dust it for prints."

"Can you send that robe and his clothes to dust for prints?" Beckett asked.

"Sure," Lanie said as the body was placed in a body bag.

"Beckett," Esposito said, standing in the doorway.

"They're taking him out now," she answered quickly, guessing that the wife needed to talk to her. She waited until Laine left with the body, and nodded to her partner. "Mrs. Ancelotti, I'm so sorry, but I'm wondering if I could talk to you about what happened when you came home?" she said to the vic's wife as she entered her apartment.

"Yes, of course," the woman said, smiling faintly before sitting down on the couch in the living room.

"I'm wondering where you were this morning, between six to eight?" Beckett asked.

"I went to meet a friend for breakfast at her apartment on… on…" Mrs. Ancelotti said, tears starting to run down her face. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright; we can speak to you at another time-" Beckett began.

"No, whatever will help to find who did this…" Mrs. Ancelotti said, drying her eyes. "I went to breakfast with my friend Angela Hodgson. And we then we to Fifth Avenue to shop, I didn't get home until now."

"Are they having their early morning sale this week?" Castle asked cautiously.

The woman nodded and said, "I wouldn't kill my husband. There should be footage of me and my friend."

"What time was it when you left?" Beckett asked.

"Around a quarter to six," Mrs. Ancelotti said simply. "There should be footage of me outside; they have cameras in the hall."

"Okay, thank you for answering our questions," Beckett said, putting her notepad back in her pocket.

"Please, let me know if you find out who it is," the woman said earnestly.

"We will," Beckett promised simply before she and Castle went out into the hallway. "Ryan," she called to him. "There's-"

"Esposito's talking to someone down the hall, said they heard a loud thud, and then saw someone running out of the apartment," he interrupted.

"Where?" Beckett asked, turning and seeing Esposito was only two doors down behind her. "Well?" she asked when he left and the man closed the door.

"Couldn't see much, just confirmed the height we got from the first picture," Esposito replied. "But we got a time, seven thirty-eight, neighbor wasn't sure if it was something he needed to remember."

"Great, so we can rule out Mrs. Ancelotti, though she wasn't really a suspect. Ryan, I need you to get security footage for this hall, she said they have cameras," Beckett said. "Espo, you need to start looking into the people the judge has convicted in the past."

"And you?" Esposito asked.

"I need to ask Mrs. Ancelotti one thing," Beckett replied before she and Castle went back to the apartment. "Luckily I had the pictures with me," she told him.

"I'm getting the feeling though she won't know either one of them," Castle said.

"You never know," Beckett replied with a shrug. "Mrs. Ancelotti?" she asked the woman who was standing at the windows in the living room. "I'm sorry, I forgot to ask you something, do you know these two women?" showing her the pictures of the first two victims.

Taking them, the woman started to speak, then hesitated and finally said, "I've seen them, I don't know them, but I have seen them."

"Where?" Castle asked, a little taken aback to have a connection. "In court?"

"No, no, my husband's been retired for six years," Mrs. Ancelotti said. "No, I remember seeing this girl," she said. "At the Alexandra Theater, this girl there too, but not at the same time. They were winners of a raffle that was going on."

"For what?" Beckett asked.

"Oh, that Beatles tribute band that plays there around this time of year; the Abbey Road Players," Mrs. Ancelotti said.

"So someone in the band might be the killer?" Alexis asked her father.

"Maybe, it could be the killer's using the shows to pick out his victims," Castle replied. "But Beckett and I are so glad we didn't take Julia to see them."

"Wow, don't tell her about this case," Alexis said.

"Oh we won't, don't worry. So sweetheart, how are things going with studying? Think you're ready for Hindu Mythology tomorrow?" Castle asked.

"Sure, I studied last night and I'm studying right now. Or I was until someone called me," Alexis teased him. "Why did you really call Dad?"

"I just wanted to see when I need to pick you up at the airport," Castle said simply.

"You won't need to, because I'll be getting home on my own. I'll talk to you later Dad, bye," Alexis said.

"Bye," Castle said in exasperation before hanging up.

"Everything okay bro?" Esposito asked as he walked into the break room where Castle was.

"Yeah, what did you find?" he asked.

"That all three vics were Beatles fans," Esposito replied, pouring some coffee. "And they went to shows, but different ones. There were six; the group is popular; and that was just last month, right now they're wrapping up a tour of the east coast, they'll be back tomorrow."

"What about the security footage?" Castle asked as they walked to his desk.

"Ryan's looking at it now," Esposito said absently as he saw his partner walking out of the room. "Got anything?"

"This," Ryan said simply in response.

Looking at the picture past her fiancé, Beckett said, "Gates wants us to look at the group, to see if our witness who actually gave us the name Jerry instead of Easton was right. And she also wants us to talk to the members of the band, to get their alibis."

"That's going to be a problem," Esposito told her. "They're on tour, last show is tonight, they probably won't be back until late tomorrow morning."

"So you could take Julia to school," Castle commented.

"Then let's see what we can find about the band themselves," Beckett said before she turned and went to the room where Ryan had left the security footage on. "Since we have a picture of our killer, it'll be a lot easier," she commented as she switched to the internet and stepped back for Ryan to search.

"Abbey Road… here," the detective said. "Okay, as Ringo Starr there is Bryan Yates, George Harrison is Wes Porter, John Lennon is Robert Basingstoke and Paul McCartney is…"

"There's no information on who's Paul," Castle said as they were all looking down the line of pictures and names.

"Find a phone number and try to contact them," Beckett said before they left the room to go back to their desks. "Esposito, see if tech can look from here to see if someone's hacked into the system to get his picture and name off the site."

"You know it could be someone inside the group, who's in charge of it?" Castle asked.

"An inside job," Beckett said. When he nodded, she went to her desk and went on the same site, going to a list of the crew for the tour of the city. "I need to compare the two lists," she said as she saw there was another list for their out of city performances.

"I can help," Castle said quickly, taking out his phone. "How big is the list of names?"

"About twenty, thirty people," Beckett replied. "Why?"

"I was going to read out the names to you, but we can do this better," Castle said, handing her his phone which had the list of the out of city crew. "What about roadies? The band is pretty popular; they have a link right there to them."

"After this list," Beckett said, looking at both his phone's screen and then her computer. She shook her head saying, "I don't see anyone named Jerry."

"Then maybe it was a pair of people," Castle suggested. "One to hold the so called silver hammer, and once the other guy was inside, he came up behind and hit… no?" he asked his fiancée at her look.

"That would be an interesting theory, but remember the original witness's testimony that the man who called him Jerry was pretty horrified," Beckett said simply. She wasn't surprised when Castle nodded at that, but was when he looked to be thinking something over. "What?" she asked.

"I'm wondering… we do know someone who's name is Jerry," Castle told her.

Taking a deep breath, Beckett shook her head once, briefly, before saying simply, "He's dead Castle, and we haven't had anything from him in almost two years."

"That doesn't mean he's not hiding, biding his time for… the election," Castle said quickly.

"It's not Tyson, Castle, the fact that this man's name is Jerry is just a coincidence," Beckett said, turning back to her computer after handing him back his phone. As she proceeded to look at the list of roadies, she felt his eyes on her and shook her head saying, "This time it's a coincidence Castle, believe me."

Sensing if he pushed her on the matter she'd become annoyed, Castle simply nodded and watched her try to find anyone anywhere at all on the site named Jerry. When she closed the window, he opened his mouth to speak when Ryan called out to them.

"Okay, I got a hold of someone from the fan club for these guys, a Patricia Kellogg, she's in charge of the website," he said as Castle and Beckett came over to him. "She says someone did hack the site, trying to get into the merchandise page they have and also they messed around with the pictures of the band. She's going to send me a picture of the guy who plays Paul, whose name is Jason Sunderland."

"Jerry?" Castle suggested.

"Never heard that nickname for Jason," Beckett said simply. "Wait for a picture. Okay, let us know when you get it, I was trying to look at the list of groupies they have. Yes, there is a list," she said quickly to Ryan's expression. "I guess they follow them everywhere."

"Which kind of begs the question we should have asked in the first place when Esposito told us they were still on their tour; how can anyone connected directly to the band be doing this?" Castle said.

"Another question is why are they having a performance on a Tuesday night?" Ryan asked.

"I can answer the first question and most likely the second at the same time," Beckett said. "Since Friday they've been in Atlantic City, playing at the Jersey Coast Casino."

"It'll take about a two hour drive to get from there to here," Castle said quickly. "If the killer timed it right, he'd get no traffic, could stay overnight and get back in time for today's performance… He could be travelling back right now."

"Was this woman you talked to with them?" Beckett asked.

"No, she was at work," Ryan replied. "I asked because I was thinking along the same lines as you. Should I call her?"

"Actually, I'm thinking we should-" Beckett began.

"Yo, Beckett, got tech to contact that woman, they'll look at the site and see if they can find out who got in. But they're not too optimistic," Esposito said, getting off the phone then.

"I figured," she said with a shrug. "What I was going to say is that we should likely wait until the band gets back tomorrow."

"You sure?" Castle asked.

"I want them here, because they'll be more likely to remember if anyone stepped out. Plus it'll take way too long to get there now," Beckett said, glancing at her watch and seeing it was about time for traffic to start up on the freeways.

"Get them back where they're comfortable, make them slip up about anyone being gone," Castle said.

"Basically, it's why I'm a little hesitant about contacting the Atlantic City PD," Beckett replied with a nod. "Did you get the picture?" she asked Ryan as he was suddenly typing furiously on his computer.

"I did and… does that look the same…" the detective said.

"It's close," Beckett said with a slight frown.

"Almost," Castle said, sharing a look with his fiancée as they considered the picture from the e-mail next to the security footage picture that Ryan held up next to it. The two men were almost identical, and he had to wonder if Beckett was going to need to forget her hesitation and end up reaching out to the Atlantic City police after all.