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A/N #1: It was great getting the feedback for the last chapter so I'll start my thank yous for that! TORONTOSUN (I wasn't surprised you were hoping they weren't in danger with the end of the last chapter, you'll definitely find out with this one!) and

Mb (Really happy to read you thought the chapter was a nice filler update! And I'm not surprised you noted the possibilities of clues at the antique stores. I had to laugh at you saying how Cobb would help as long as he didn't try to jump Skye or another person, but it's a good point. You're welcome for the first half of the chapter! No surprise you were saying more information but still questions, definitely how investigations go, lol. I'm glad I answered about Fox, lol, I was sure I had so I was glad to see that! And I'm not surprised at your questions about the family line and everything. But really pleased to see you're looking forward to more! You're welcome for the second half of the chapter!).

Thanks for the reviews, loved reading them and I appreciate the time taken to write them out and send them my way!

A/N #2: The title of this chapter is a lyric from the song The Invisible Man written by Roger Taylor, from the Queen album The Miracle.

See Right Through You

"Stop Peregrine put your hands in the air!" Brad yelled as he ran into the cell.

"He hasn't stopped sir," Emerson told him.

"Then tase him," Brad told the officer before getting out of the way.

Watching the burglary suspect being struck, Beckett wasn't surprised when he stopped trying to beat Hambleton in the face and the other man slipped away. She grabbed him when he tried to get out of the cell and with Fox's help got him into the one across the aisle. "Has someone called for an ambulance?" she asked the officer.

"I think Rice yelled to dispatch," Fox said with a nod.

"I'll go check," Castle said quickly from where he'd been told to stay at the entrance to holding.

"Alright Peregrine, I'll get these out of you if you stay still," Brad was saying once he and Emerson had gotten the burglar to sit up.

"He's… he's the one who told me," Peregrine panted.

"Told you what?" Brad asked with a frown.

"I didn't tell him anything," Hambleton yelled.

"Quiet," Brad said sternly. He turned back to Peregrine and said, "Can you walk?"

"Yeah," the burglar said before he was being helped up.

"Stay and keep an eye on Hambleton," Brad instructed Emerson; who'd been in holding when the attack had started and set off the alarm. When the officer nodded he turned his attention to Peregrine and with Fox's help led him to one of the interrogation rooms. "Alright, what did Hambleton tell you?" he asked once the man was settled on the chair at the table.

"The hotel room," Peregrine said. "He told me there was equipment I could sell."

"Did he say how he knew?" Beckett asked, standing in the doorway with Fox.

"Yeah, said he knew the guy was big into computers," Peregrine said, shrugging. "Told me he worked on them for that company at the other end of the island."

"Why did you listen to him?" Brad asked.

"Because I need the money," Peregrine snapped. "But he lied to me."

"And you didn't think because it had caution tape on it, it might have been cleared out?" Brad asked.

"I know," Peregrine said angrily. "I know now that the son of a bitch set me up."

"Did you know him already?" Darnley asked from behind the two women.

"Yeah, he'd been around for drugs from my friends before," Peregrine replied. "Never knew his name but we just knew he had the money."

"Why do you look like him?" Castle asked, standing next to Darnley. When the others looked at him he said in a rush, "The ambulance is on its way."

"He does have a good point," Brad commented as he turned back to the burglar. "Your last mug shot shows that you had black hair much longer."

"I'm not saying nothing without a lawyer," Peregrine spat out.

"Alright, alright, but did Hambleton ask you specifically?" Brad then asked.

"Yeah, he knew what I used to do," Peregrine said, glaring at the chief before he spoke again, that time seriously.

"I get the feeling you know something about our case," Brad said. When the burglar was about to speak he held up his hand to stop him and said, "The murder of the man who was staying in that room. I know you said you weren't talking, but if you'd be willing to tell us everything I'd be open to making a deal with you because you're going to have to be charged for what you did to Hambleton. Do you still want to talk to a lawyer?" He wasn't surprised when Peregrine nodded and said, "Alright, I'll get one for you."

After they'd left the man in the room Beckett said, "How good of a deal?"

"If he's talked to the killer…" Brad said.

"Oh, you noticed that," Skye said. She wasn't surprised when the others were immediately turning to her and she said, "I know we were meant to stay in your office but seeing someone in handcuffs we thought we could listen. But he knows something at the very least."

"He does, but if he wants a lawyer and a deal I'm willing to give it to him because I have no one," Brad said.

"Did the paranormal groups even know Cobb?" Beckett suddenly asked.

"And what about what you were going to tell us before the alarm went off," Castle added in a rush before his friend could speak.

"Let's go back to my office," Brad said, looking between the two before leading the way over. On the way he called to Fox to call the lawyer for Peregrine. Once they were inside he went to his desk and said, "I was going to tell you that tech found on Cobb's phone a number and that is a burner phone."

"So it's not a clue?" Skye asked.

"It doesn't tell us who bought the phone; they paid in cash," Brad replied. "But they can track the number up until this morning when I was told it was turned off."

"Are they doing that now?" Castle asked.

"One person is," Brad explained. "But I instructed they have anyone else look into other numbers and anything he might have been searching."

"It's odd he had that tracking app," Skye suddenly said. "Did you know they hadn't been able to open the phone?"

"I mentioned it in an aside," Brad said before his consultants answered that. "But that was because it had already been passed on to tech." He paused and said, "If I'd spoken of it when you were around you might have been able to open it then?"

"I'm not sure," Skye said honestly. "I don't know if he would have recalled that code."

Nodding Brad then said, "The other question you had Beckett… They knew of Cobb, he wasn't with any group specifically and investigated, asking to join here and there."

"And they allowed that," Castle stated.

"Why not?" Skye asked. "Sorry," she said when the others turned to her. "Cobb told me they allowed him that as long as he would chip in a little to the funds the groups would need. And since he had the money, why not?"

"Does he remember how he paid?" Brad asked.

"He mentioned you might want to look at his money while he was here," Skye said. "He said there's something wrong with what he did with it while he was here."

"He can't remember?" Beckett asked when Brad was looking through papers suddenly.

"No," Skye said though she was watching the chief since he had quickly moved to her with a piece of paper in his hand while he spoke.

"This is his financial records of the time you were talking about," Brad explained. "We've been able to ID everything he bought here except for a withdrawal from his bank's ATM a few hours before he was killed."

Nodding Skye said, "I see it. It's a hundred dollars." She kept looking over the amounts and then said with a slight frown, "It's the largest out of anything he used since he got here, besides the hotel of course."

"What're you thinking?" Mary asked her wife while she was watching her.

"He told me that amount was meaningless," Skye said.

"Meaningless how?" Castle said in surprise.

"You need to talk to Hambleton," Skye replied.

"Let me go now," Brad said, hurrying out of his office since the man was being treated by EMTs at that moment.

"Do you think he'll be able to talk?" Mary asked.

"Did you go to holding at all?" Beckett replied with her own question for the two women.

Shaking her head Skye answered saying, "We knew better than that. But… how bad was he beaten?"

"He'll have a black eye," Darnley said first. "Two maybe," he added as he looked over at Castle and Beckett. "Cut lip too so… let's hope he'll talk to Brad."

"I… don't think he did," Castle said, looking at the doorway since he could see his friend approaching.

"His lip will need stitches," Brad said as soon as he was inside with everyone. "But he seems to want to cooperate and gave me this," he continued, holding up a telephone.

Looking at the screen of the phone, Beckett asked, "I hope you gave him a deal."

"He intimated he wouldn't let me have this, or his testimony when I asked, if I didn't allow him some kind of deal," Brad replied. "I'll have to talk to him and his lawyer at the hospital."

"Don't you have the phone?" Castle asked carefully.

"I do, but I was looking at it while I was walking over here and I don't have any identification of the killer," Brad said.

"So it's not Hambleton," Castle said.

"It's not, but whoever it is has a burner phone as well," Brad replied. "There's a message from this morning," he told the others.

"Plans are going well, meet me at the hotel," Beckett read. She paused and then looked at her husband saying, "That number."

"It's an address," Castle said, nodding in agreement since he'd seen it at the end of the message. He and his wife were staring at each other for a moment before they said, "I know who the killer is."

"I don't know," Falco told his wife with a sigh before she was responding.

"Know what?" she asked, looking up at him.

"If we shouldn't just pack up and head back home," Falco replied.

"Now that you're helping the police?" his wife said with a frown.

"I'm not helping Nessa," Falco snorted. "As it is I'm sitting in a hotel room waiting for the police to call when they have Skye McDouglas with them."

"Her?" Nessa said scathingly. "She doesn't have half the talent you do."

"Are you sure? Because I seem to recall hearing about her help with a few other cases," Falco replied.

"Yes, here in the Hamptons and that's it," Nessa replied calmly before she turned her attention back to what was in her lap. "Nothing compared to you babe."

Making a brief face, Falco watched her and then asked, doing his best not to sound irritated, "You've been fiddling with that thing ever since you bought it this morning. What're you doing?"

"Just checking to see if there's anything inside," Nessa replied. "I've heard there was a secret storage compartment."

"I've heard the same and I think that's just a myth," Falco said. When his wife looked up at him he could see she appeared to be irritated when there was a knock on the door of their suite. "I'll get it," he replied, leaving the bedroom where they'd been.

"If it's lunch it's way too early," Nessa called after her husband before she went back to her purchase. A moment after hearing her husband open the door she next could make out the sound of her husband talking to someone. Standing up, she walked over to the doorway and saw the police chief with two other officers in the living room. "What're you doing?" she nearly screeched when she saw her husband was being cuffed.

"He's being arrested ma'am," Brad replied. "For the murder of Duncan Cobb."

"What?" Nessa asked, her mouth dropping open. "This is insane, my husband helps people. He wouldn't kill anyone."

"Call my lawyer Nessa," Falco said as Fox was taking him out of the suite.

"I will… I will," she replied, her hands shaking.

"Are you alright?" Skye said, looking inside with Beckett from the doorway.

"Yes I… need to make a phone call," Nessa said, looking around the room before she suddenly sank into an armchair. "How… did this happen?"

"Here, let me take this, you might end up breaking it," Skye said soothingly, gently pulling the lap desk out of her arms. "I think this is vintage if I'm not mistaken."

"You're not," Castle said, standing just past the doorway with Mary. "That's a Whitman-Palmer, very rare."

"I-I was lucky to find it," Nessa replied, her voice a little unsteady. "Why would my husband kill someone?"

"I thought you said he wouldn't?" Beckett asked calmly.

"That's why I'm saying it's crazy!" Nessa exclaimed before she realized the investigator had stepped away from them. "Hey, what're you doing?" she protested as the woman was opening the lap desk, Beckett holding onto her arm when she started to step by her.

"You know the funny thing," Skye said. "Is that the Whitman-Palmer has a quirk about it…" Just as she'd spoken the base popped up and she turned when she heard a cry. Scooping up the lap desk when Nessa tried to throw herself at her, she wasn't surprised when Castle was hurrying in to help his wife and her own was walking to her. "It's alright," she said reassuringly. "Let me make sure," she then said, looking at Castle and Beckett.

"Go ahead," the former said, holding one of Nessa's arms while Beckett had the other.

Setting down the lap desk where she'd had it on the table, Skye pushed up the top of the compartment that she'd revealed and said, "Duncan knew what you were about didn't he? That's why you killed him."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Nessa snapped.

"You were having an affair with him, weren't you?" Mary asked, having seen the photographs her wife had taken out.

"You're hurting me," Nessa said to the writers. "And so what if I was?"

"It means you had a definite motive," Brad said, walking inside with Fox and Bernier.

Looking at everyone who was staring at her, Nessa smiled and said, "You have nothing on me."

"Oh no, he does," Skye said, hurrying over to the chief and handing him what had been in the lap desk and murmuring to him quickly.

"She's right," Brad said. "Here's pictures of you and Cobb… kissing… ah, I see how far the relationship went."

Seeing Nessa was trying to tear herself away from the writers, Fox hurried to them with Bernier following. They took over in restraining the woman and she asked, "Chief?"

"Cuff her," Brad said. "I wouldn't protest," he told the woman. Holding up a piece of paper he read from memory, "Meet me at the Hamptons Beach Lodge hotel. And you put your meeting time an hour before he was killed." Watching Fox handcuffing the woman he said, "Agnes Parry, you're under arrest for the murder of Duncan Cobb; not your husband," glancing at Flaco as he entered the room, unbound.

"Why?" the man asked weakly.

"You're a loser Lazlo, a horrible medium and even worse lover," Parry snapped. "At least I had something with Cobb but he knew what I was doing at those locations on the island and would have told you about our affair." She sneered and said, "I should have killed him sooner."

"Get her out of here and to the station," Brad directed to his officers. When they were gone he said to Flaco, "I'm sorry."

Shaking his head the man said, "I had a feeling our marriage was coming to an end." Straightening up Falco then said, "She's lying about her reason for killing that man, if I was arrested for… anything that would end up with me in jail for a while our prenup said she would have almost all of my money." He sighed and then said, "I guess she thought it was easier to just get it that way."

"Thank you for letting us know," Brad said, motioning to the others to leave the suite.

"Does this mean everything's finished?" Beckett asked when they were in the hall.

"As soon as Fox can join us, we're going back to Briar Grove and finally help everyone on," Skye answered as they were leaving for the elevator.