"Well…this is boring as hell." Kevin commented, eating a donut. He was staying away from the dead body, still having not gotten his, as he called it, "Dead Body Legs". It was early morning, around 6 am, and the lab was for the most part empty. Angela was in her lab, use to going on only a few hours of sleep, while Alexis slept in Brennan's office. Martha was curled up in some corner, while Clark had gone off to get some rest at home. Cam had grabbed an hour of sleep and now had joined Kevin (who had fallen asleep the moment he had arrived at the lab and only awoke a few hours later to bicker with Clark and then go grab some shut eye) and Hank.

'God Bless Hank Booth.' Cam thought, taking a bite of her bear claw. He had arrived with donuts, a treat for the gang.

"Well, you could have gone with the Shrimp." Hank stated.

"No thanks." Kevin stated. "I went to college in Flint…I have dealt with the criminal element enough, thank you very much." He swallowed his 3rd glazed donut and Cam wondered how the hell such a fit man could eat so much garbage.

Hodgins walked up to them, eyes alight with glee. "I call the sprinkles!" he stated, grabbing a chocolate donut. "Hey, Kevin…listen, I have a favor to ask you."

"Shoot, Dr. Hodgins." Kevin said, leaning back in his chair.

"Angela…you've met Angela, right?" Kevin nodded. "Well, she would love to have a signed copy of your book, and I thought…"

Kevin took the book from Hodgins' grasp. "Say no more." He began to sign. "But…" he smirked. "You need to do something for me."

"And that is?"

"We need to find some way to kill the boredom in this place, at least until Brennan and Richard get back." He paused, running a hand along his bearded chin. "You know…this is the weekend…you really don't need to be working today…" He smirked. "Think you could rig up the PA system for me?"

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"This is insane!" Lou shouted. He was pacing the FBI interrogation room, glaring at Beckett and Booth. Drew sat in the chair, hands cuffed together and looking to be in shock. "My son did not kill Terrence!"

Beckett shook her head. "We didn't expect it either, Mr. Davidson, but when you look his way, its amazing how the facts just begin to line up oh so perfectly in his direction." She leaned forward. "Let's begin with your alibi…or lack thereof."

"We asked around. You told us you were with the stage hands during intermission." Castle commented from where he leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.

"And I was." Drew pleaded. "I was with them the entire time."

"Oh?" Booth said. "Then why is it that each one of them remembers you leaving 7 minutes before Terrence was killed."

"And no one remembers seeing you till 15 minutes after Terrence was found that." Temperance stated.

"That's a half an hour you can't account for." Beckett added.

"More like 22." Temperance corrected, earning her a dirty look.

"I was in the back, checking over my sound box." Drew stated, eyes wide, panicked. "I was making sure that it was working properly for the next act."

"Oh yes, the sound box." Booth said. "Nearly forgot about that." He produced it from under his chair, letting it fall to the table with a heavy thud, causing the boy to jump slightly. "Funny story about that…"

"We looked it over." Temperance told him. "The cord matches markings found on Terrence's throat."

"And the gunshot recorded on it would have fooled anyone listening into thinking there had been a shooting."

"That proves nothing." Lou said in anger. "You are grasping at straws."

"Really…because I think my little part in show and tell will change that." She pulled out a bag containing cigars that were similar to the one that had killed Terrence. "Do you know what these are?" She asked, though Drew's trembling hands told her the truth. "Let me answer for you, since you seem to have lost your voice. They are cigars laced with peanut dust…the dust that caused an allergic reaction that killed Terrence." Beckett smiled, ever so slightly. "Do you want to tell your father where we found them?"

Drew shifted, uneasily.

"Agents found them in his backpack at the theater." Castle stated. "Oh, and it gets better…we also found the order form addressed to a "Mr. Davidson". Hmm…I wonder why you would have something like that."

"This…this isn't…this…" Drew whispered.

"The only thing we don't know is why." Booth stated. "Why kill him?"

Drew looked at them, tears in his eyes. "I…I didn't mean too…I didn't do this…I…I don't understand…"

"That's enough, Drew." Lou said, his tone forcing his son to remain silent. "I'd like our lawyer, now."

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"Why do you think he did it?" Temperance asked as the four of them walked up the steps towards the Jeffersonian's main door. "What was the motive?"

"I'm not sure, Bones, but the lawyers will figure it out."

"Just seems strange, not knowing why he did it." Castle commented.

Beckett shrugged. "Welcome to real life, Castle. You don't get a chapter where the villain reveals why they tied the woman to the railroad tracks. You just find them standing over the bloody remains."

Temperance frowned. "I don't remember any historical references too…"

"I KNOW YOU WANT POP! YOU WANT DANCE! YOU WANT ROCK-&-ROLL!"

The four of them felt as if they had been hit by a physical attack, the music was so loud. Pushing inside, they stared at the lab in shock.

Wires hung from the now activated security lights, their beams whirling with no sirens, the bulbs replaced with blacklights. The lights had been dimmed down and the emergency storm shutters on the overhead windows were closed, making it appear to be nighttime within the lab. Speakers had been pulled from every computer and rigged up to all be feeding from one stereo system, which was currently blaring DJ Earworm's 2009 Club Remix "Blame it on the Pop". Temperance's jaw hung wide open as she watched several of her co-workers mix drinks from a cart containing all the hidden booze the Jeffersonian offered. Several others were reaching into paint cans, coating their skin and hair with glowing paint.

"Hey, you're back!" Sweets called out, his face painted up much as it had been when he had gone undercover with Temperance to the Speed Metal concert. Of course, now he was wearing a suit, a drink in hand and a grin on his face. "This is pretty bitchin', huh!" He shouted over the music.

"What the hell have you done to my lab?" Temperance practically screeched.

"This is breaking so many laws." Booth muttered.

Beckett shook her head.

"I like it!" Castle said, moving to the music and making his way to the paint. He paused, grinning when he saw a woman moving to the music, her face done up like The Joker and her hair stripped with the paint. "Wild party, huh?" He said, giving her his best sexy smile.

The woman turned, smiling. "Dad!"

Castle's eyes widened in horror. "ALEXIS?!" He shuddered in disgust. "What…what…why are you…you don't have fun!"

Alexis stared at him. "Of course I have fun…oh, I'll talk to you later, my turn to dance!" She pushed her way through the crowd of scientists, moving to the center circle where her and, of all people, Hank Booth, began to react moves from Dirty Dancing.

"How did this all happen?" Booth called out to Cam, who had a drink in one hand and a paint brush in the other, which she had been using to draw a star on Dr. Howard's face. The fact that Dr. Howard was nearly 70 and moving like he was 20 did nothing to lessen Booth's unease.

"Blame the kid!" Cam called out, obviously drunk even though it was barely 2 in the afternoon. She moved over to Booth, kissing him on the cheek, leaving a glowing lip print on his cheek. "Him and Hodgins did this!"

Beckett and Booth looked past Temperance, who was trying to stop the party and was failing, to find Kevin and Hodgins dancing on the examining platform. Hodgins, his beard glowing brightly, was spinning Angela around, while Kevin and Martha bobbed together.

"Get off of there, that's-WHOA!" Temperance cried out when Kevin grabbed her, pulling her onto the platform and dancing with her. Temperance moved to shove him when Angela, drunk out of her mind, pulled her around and gave her a long, long kiss.

"Other than the fact I hit on my daughter, this is the greatest party ever." Castle said.

"You did what?" Beckett asked.

"Hmmm?" Castle said, deciding to simply take a dip in a river called Denial.

Booth just stared, eye glazed over.

Kevin broke away from Martha and moved down to them, Temperance at his heels. "Man, you people sure do like to drink."

"Been into the spirits yourself?" Beckett asked.

"Don't drink, and normally don't like these type of parties, but Hank loaded me up on sugar."

Temperance spun him around and jabbed him in the chest, her face, smeared with Angela's glowing lipstick, a mask of rage. "If anything is damaged…"

Kevin held up his hands. "Hodgins swore he could put everything back, and Cam made sure that we did nothing that would cause any harm."

Booth, finally out of his stupor, pulled Temperance away from Kevin. "Leave the kid alone." He turned to said "kid". "Is her office ok or…"

"We didn't mess with any of the offices." Kevin answered. "I can't say anyone hasn't entered them…"

Temperance, enraged at the thought of people fornicating on her desk, hurried up the stairs, Beckett and Castle on her heels, Booth dragging Kevin along with them. Cam, seeing that he might need some help, left the party and hurried after them.

Cam found Temperance moving about the room, inspecting everything, while Beckett and Castle watched on, amused, and Kevin was held tight by Booth, looking over his shoulder at the man nervously.

"You know, as anyone told you that your eyes are rather beautiful?" Kevin asked weakly. Booth glared at him. "Shutting up now."

Cam looked over the group. "Ok, so things got a little carried away…but we were just blowing off steam. Case solved, big party…hooray?"

Castle shook his head. "I still don't like it. Where is the motive? Where is the twist? All we have is some random person we met that just happened to do it? Makes no sense! If this were a story and I were reading it, I would write the author and tell him how bad it is!"

"No need to say things we can't take back." Kevin commented rather glumly.

"Again, Castle, this isn't a novel. Not everything has to wrap up nicely in a neat little package. In life, there are no such things as plot holes…just stuff we can never understand."

"Like how you could throw a party in my lab!" Temperance yelled, Kevin shrinking back.

"Calm yourself, Dr. Brennan. I okayed it, so you can take your frustration out on me."

Temperance thought this over. "I find it much more gratifying to take it out on him."

"Glad to be of serve." Kevin muttered.

"But there are so many things that don't make sense!" Castle exclaimed. "Like…uh…why do it?"

"You already asked that and we said we don't know. The lawyers will figure it out though." Booth stated. "Could be anything…Drew found out Terrence was gay and is homophobic. Terrence caused him to lose some money. Old family grudge…"

"Family grudge?" Cam questioned.

"Yeah, Lou mentioned that Terrence stole a role from Hugh."

"That's right." Temperance stated. "That's why Hugh ended up a folly artist."

Castle shook his head. "And how did he know that Terrence was allergic to peanuts?"

"Maybe he got the file from his grandfather." Beckett offered. "Hugh Davidson does volunteer for Dr. Williams."

Castle ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek. "And what about the cigar thing…why deliver the poison through cigars."

Temperance shook her head. "Hugh again…he would have seen on his files that Terrence wasn't supposed to have them, and he would have known about Terrence trying to smuggle them in…"

"Geez, sounds like this Hugh guy is a better suspect that his grandson." Cam muttered.

Everyone but Kevin, who was still trying to think of a way to avoid Temperance's wrath, stared at her.

"What?"

"Hugh." Booth whispered. "He would have had the means. He knew about the allergy and how to deliver it."

"Terrence cost him a starring role." Beckett added. "There was bad blood there, even if the family didn't realize it."

Castle frowned. "Was Hugh one of the people unaccounted for when the murder took place?" At Booth and Beckett's nods, the author sat down on the couch next to Kevin. "Oh my God…"

"Wait." Cam stated. "Are you forgetting about the strangling? Hodgins proved that the killer would have had to have been young to kill Terrence…your grandfather was barely able to make it, Booth, and he and Hugh must have around the same strength level."

Booth nodded. "That is true."

"But it wasn't strangulation." Temperance reminded them. "Terrence died by poisoning." She began to pace, the party happening in the lab totally forgotten. "If it were a poisoning, the killer would need to hold the cord around Terrence's throat for only…20 to 30 seconds. Hank could easily manage that and still produce the bruising we saw on the neck."

"that's enough for me." Booth said, standing up. "Come on, we are going to that nursing home." He pointed at Kevin. "And when we get back, this party better be over."

Kevin looked over at Cam after Booth left. "He said it had to be done by the time he got back…how long do these things take?"

"They could be hours." Cam said, smiling slightly. They waited till they were sure Temperance and the gang were gone before shouted to the crowd that the party was to keep going.

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Hugh looked up from the game of chess he was playing with Marcus, eyebrow raised as Booth marched towards him. "How may I-"

"Save it." Booth said coldly. "Hugh Davidson, you are under arrest for the murder of Terrence Dashel. And the framing of your grandson, Drew Davidson."

Hugh's warm smile faded instantly into a sneer. "He isn't no grandson of mine." He snarled. "Nuzzling up to that damn Dashel…little brat is worthless, just like his father." He looked down. "You hear me down there, Dashel? Ya screwed me again!"

"What do you mean, again?" Castle asked as Beckett read him his rights. " He stole one part from you."

"Not just that part! He stole my entire life!" Hugh screamed in rage, spittle landing on Castle's coat. "That role would have been my big break! I would have gone to Hollywood, become a bigshot! Instead I became a nobody, stuck doing folly work while that dumbass pranced about stage!"

"But you were his friend." Castle commented.

"The hell I was! He thought I liked him, but I kept waiting to see him fail, to fall, and then I would have my revenge, steal his spotlight…but all he did was make my life worse. Introduced me to my fat-ass wife." He grit his teeth, staring once more at his feet. "You say hello to the wifey down there, Dashel!" He struggled, but Booth held strong. "Birthed me my lousy son…at least he tried to become famous, but he was a failure too. Settled down, had that…little bastard."

"The little bastard you framed?" Beckett said, entering the room holding a tape recorder similar to the one Drew owned. "Look what we found in his room."

Temperance placed a swap in an evidence bag. "I found flesh on the cord. We'll need to test it to confirm it belongs to Terrence."

"You are one sick freak, you know that?" Castle muttered. "Framing your own grandson?"

"He isn't my grandson!" Hugh shouted, eyes wild and crazed. "You know…you know what he did…how he lowered himself and became a folly artist? Said he was doing it for me…rubbing it in my face that I was a failure! And then, he came to me 2 weeks ago, with the nerve to ask me what to give Terrence when he met him before the play. Oh…oh I told him just what to give him…and me and ol' Terrence had a wonderful little time puffing on them! Just like I had a wonderful time pulling the cord around his throat!" Hugh shook his head. "Damn idiot had to hit the play button…stupid gunshot prevented me from taking a few minutes to urinate on his corpse."

Marcus, who had been sitting the entire time, just stared at Hugh in horror. "How…how could you hate him so much?"

"He made it easy…the way he was, with a girl on each arm, a new one every night…no family...no bratty kids…who would want that?"

"Him." Marcus said, tears in his eyes. "He would have wanted that."

Booth forced Hugh forward. "Come on, we got a nice jail cell waiting for you."

"And plenty of new friends that will hang on your arm." Beckett snapped.

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Hours later, after Hugh had been taken into custody and the foursome had filled out their paperwork, they had returned to the lab to find it all cleaned up and back to the way it was.

Of course, that was when Temperance had complained about needing something to help raise her spirits, metaphorically of course, as spirits weren't real.

After Kevin had gotten done screaming, Cam had suggested that they head over to a karaoke bar. Booth, reluctant to go after the last time had ended with a bullet in his chest, had finally agreed when Temperance had grabbed his arm and pointed out that it would be a fine way to counter the dark memories of the last time they had all gone to such a place. Beckett had been easier to convince, Castle pointing out that they would get to force people to sing and embarrass themselves.

Gathering Alexis (after she spent an hour getting the glowing paint off her face), as well as Martha and Hank, the gang had paused and finally relented to Angela and Hodgins pleas and asked/forced Kevin to join them.

And it was through all of this that the Temperance, Booth, Beckett and Castle found themselves at a table in a rather posh karaoke bar, watching as Hodgins and Angela laughed over drinks, Sweets, Kevin and Cam discussed some movie, while Martha, Hank and Alexis debated whether "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" or "Horse With no Name" was a better song.

"You know, I think it is ironic…" Beckett began, ignoring Castle's scoff that she was using the word wrong, "Hugh wanted everything he thought Terrence had. But in reality, all Terrence wanted was what Hugh possessed."

"History is filled with men going to war for what their neighbors desired, only to discover that what they believed to be gold was worthless." Temperance commented, taking a sip of her beer.

"What do you think will happen to Marcus?" Booth asked. "How do you go on after that?"

Castle shrugged. "I like to think that, if there is any decency in this world, he and Terrence will get their happy ending, if not in this world than in the next."

"Decency is a human construct, not something that the world…" Temperance paused. "You were being dramatic. Nevermind then."

"Gee Castle, I thought you would love this ending…all drama and heartbreak and tragedy." Beckett said, taking a long swig of her beer.

Castle shook his head. "Tragedy is ok…but in real life, I tend to hope for the happier ends."

"Even if they are few and far between." Booth said.

"Well, I know how I will get my happy ending." Beckett said, standing up. "By buying another round."

Castle stood up. "I'll help you."

At another table, Hodgins shifted with unease. "Listen Ang…I got you something, but I don't want you to assume that it means anything. I just knew you would like it, so…" He pulled out a copy of "East Meets West". "I head you tell Martha you'd like a signed copy…"

Angela grinned. "Oh, Hodgins…" She smiled, flipping open the cover. "Dear Hodgins…Thanks a Bunch…you are a real pal."

Hodgins slowly turned towards Kevin, glaring daggers at him.

"I am kidding." Angela said with a smile. "Kevin told me he signed the book for me." She turned to the real signing.

'Angela, Never have I met a man go through so much just to see a small smile. I can only pray that I find a woman to work so hard for, expecting in return only her happiness. Hodgins' love for you makes all the great works pale in comparison. Yours truly, Kevin J. Allen'

Angela, with tears in her eyes, hugged Hodgins tight.

At another table, Martha shook her head is disgust. "I seriously do not know what is wrong with those four!" She complained. "I spent so much on trying to get those four to admit their feelings and all I have to show for it is paint smeared on my butt."

"But with such a big area, its hard to see the stain." Hank quipped, laughing when Martha smacked him.

"Maybe you can't force love, Grams. Maybe you just have to let it grow at its own rate." Alexis offered.

"…no, I should have just gotten them hammered."

At the final table Sweets waved his hands in the air as he excitedly. "It was totally bitching…all six episodes of Star Wars, only taking breaks to pee."

Cam shook her head. "Sorry guys, but I am not into that torture."

Kevin grinned. "I am going to do the Lord of the Rings in one sitting. Not the theatrical stuff…the extended edition. 12 hours straight."

Sweets rolled back his head. "That is brilliant!"

Kevin nodded. "Listen, you and I should do that…"

"Totally! Hey, could I bring Daisy? She's loves the guy that plays Aragorn."

"As well she should, as a red blooded American woman." Kevin stated.

Angela stepped towards the stage as the last singer left. "Ok, I am not going to be singing…yet. But Brennan asked me to do this, and I thought it would be great." She pointed at Kevin. "For turning the lab into a dance club, you have to sing first!"

Kevin looked at Angela, grimacing. "I really don't like karaoke…last time I did it, I was 12 and singing a song from the Lion King."

"Come on, you'll do great." Cam stated.

"Only fair after you wrecked my lab!" Temperance called out.

"Besides, you have too." Angela teased. "Everyone who helped with this case has to sing just once, and I am not nearly drunk enough."

"None of us are." Beckett mumbled with a slight smile.

"Just because I am the only one here that doesn't drink, doesn't mean…" Kevin half pleaded as Sweets pushed him towards the stage.

"Come on kid, give us a good one!" Booth called out.

"Don't worry darling, I will be going after you and make them all forget how horrid you are." Martha stated, raising a glass.

"Show them what you can do, man!" Hodgins cheered, raising his glass.

With a sigh, Kevin went about trying to figure out what to sing. But before he could make his pick, Alexis ran up to him, whispering something in his ear. Smirking slightly, he selected his song and closed his eyes. Instead of the fast pace pop song they were expecting, the smooth tones of Dashboard Confessional's "Stolen" began to play.

We watch the season pull up its own stakes
And catch the last weekend of the last week
Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced,
Another sun soaked season fades away

You have stolen my heart

You have stolen my heart

Martha raised an eyebrow. "For someone that didn't want to get up there, he's doing well enough." Alexis merely nodded her head in agreement, elbowing Hank and pointing at another table, where an even more interesting scene was playing out.

"You know Bones, I've been thinking." Booth said, taking a sip of his beer.

"What about?" Temperance asked.

"About Marcus Tines and Terrence Dashel. Look at all the happiness they lost just because Marcus was afraid to take the next step." Booth shook his head. "Now Terrence's is dead, and all Marcus has left are his regrets."

Temperance nodded. "Human nature always causes us to look upon the passing of others with sadness for what we have lost, both in the person and opportunity."

"Exactly." Booth said, taking a sip of his drink. "And that has got me thinking about Sweets' talk about that…line…he thinks we have."

"Which there is none." Temperance stated.

"Exactly." Booth said. "But, if there was, don't you feel that, as a scientist, you owe it to yourself to cross into unknown territory, in order to learn what lies on the other side. I mean, I am sure you can think of a dozen examples of people suffering because they never crossed their own lines, and many more of those that, even when it turned out bad, grew because they-"

"Booth?"

"Yeah?" He asked, finding Temperance's hands on his cheeks to keep him from talking.

"Shut up." Temperance said with a slight smile, before leaning in and kissing him.

You have stolen

You have stolen
You have stolen my heart

Booth blinked, a look of confusion and utter joy awash on his face as Temperance broke the kiss and snuggled close to him, shifting to allow one of his strong arms to wrap around her.

"About time." Beckett muttered.

"You can say that again." Castle agreed.

"Do you think two people so different, who shouldn't work together even, can make it as a couple?"

Castle shrugged. "Sometimes you have to take a leap of faith."

Beckett nodded, and moments later, said nothing as Castle took her hand in his.

I watch you spin around in your highest heels
You are the best one, of the best ones
We all look like we feel

"Now see…" Hank whispered to Alexis ,glancing about the room. Booth held Temperance tight, her face pressed against his neck. Beckett and Castle stood shoulder to shoulder, fingers entwined. And at their own table, Angela and Hodgins were snuggling together, watching as Kevin sang. "No tricks, no lies…sometimes, all it takes is a nudge."

Alexis smiled slightly. "I believe this is what they call a happy ending."

You have stolen my

You have stolen my
You have stolen my heart

^&^&^&^

The End

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Author's Notes: All the songs within this story are real and can be found on Youtube. Go look the up.

The moment I started this crossover series, I knew I would do what the producers of both shows had not: Bring Temperance and Booth, Beckett and Castle, together. No crazy twists, no out of character moments. Just each of them realizing that in life you can't truly live without risk.

I would like to thank each and every one of you that has taken the time to review. You are the reason I work so hard on these and leave my Western novel cold and alone on my harddrive…;)

And special thanks to Darkly Dreaming, Aussieninjachick, underarrest39, yurface9311, Morrolan, and sweet psychologist

And the biggest thanks to my number one fan…my mother. Feb 26-Happy Birthday Mom.

Finally, I would like to make one last comment…Alexis said this was a happy ending. It isn't. It is only the beginning.

Roll the trailer

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"When a curator of the New York Museum of Modern Art is found dead, crushed under a replicate of Dorothy Gale's house, you know there are only four investigators that can solve the mystery.

But when your suspects seem to lack brains, heart and courage…when you are searching for a runaway from Kansas… two newly minted couples trying to find their groove…and a new author who just wants to go home…you know that this case will not be a walk down the yellow brick road.

It will take more than clicking your heels three times to solve this murder."

The Bare-Foot Witch Under The House

Part Three of the Allen/Brennan/Castle Crossover Universe

Coming Very Soon