A/N: It's been a while since I updated this one, but my life seems to be upside down. Anyway, here it is. Obviously, I couldn't find a better title for the chapter, so I hope I do not disappoint. Enjoy.

Chapter 8:

Kate does the talking better

They were all in Kate's car looking outside the windows searching for the place where they were playing The Divine Comedy.

"Maybe we should start from the crime scene. If Castle says that the victim is an awful actor, his play won't be in the best part of Broadway," Ryan began, giving up.

Despite Ryan's words, they turned around in the 45th. Kate was driving with a slow speed, hoping they won't miss the theater.

"There it is!" Castle screamed making Kate stop the car.

"Damn Castle, you really shouldn't scream like that," Kate said, trying to park the car.

Everyone got out. "Ryan, Castle, go talk with the other actors. Jane and I are going to talk with the staff." Kate announced, already dragging Jane around the corner.

"Sure thing," Ryan responded.

Jane and Kate opted to enter the theater through the back door. It was then Jane realized the grip the other detective had on her arm. "Kate, take it easy. What's the problem?" Jane asked as she tried to release herself from Kate's powerful grip.

"That doctor of yours, Isles, doesn't want anything with Castle right?" She asked as soon as they were out of reach.

Jane looked at her. Beckett was serious. "God, I really hope not!" Then she remembered. "I don't think Maura wants something with Castle. It's the other way around!"

"What? What are you talking about?" Beckett asked snapping her eyes open.

"Come on Kate? Are you blind? Last night he opened the door for her and he was being 'all nice' making compliments to her. I really wanted to punch him!" Jane almost yelled.

"Your doctor isn't avoiding anything. She always smiles flirty to Castle and that's really bugging me."

"I thought I've heard you say that you weren't in love with him and now you're jealous," Jane said, changing her tone to a friendlier one.

"What? Now you're teasing me, Rizzoli," Beckett recognized, punching Jane in the arm. Jane returned the punch lightly and both detectives began laughing. Jane dragged one arm over Kate's shoulders and pulled her into a hug.

"Let's not fight over this, okay? I really think Castle's a good guy as long as he is with you and not with my Maura," Jane continued teasing. "But I guess that Maura isn't interested in him. She would tell me."

"Yeah, okay," Kate nodded. "It's just, your doctor is really good looking and she seems to be the type of woman that Castle would date."

"Then I would have to shoot him," Jane said and she let a little laugh escape her throat. Kate laughed too and they made their way to backstage.

"Hey! You can't be here!" Some guy shouted behind them. Both detectives turned around.

"NYPD," Kate flashed her badge and signaled herself and Jane.

"NYPD? What do you want?" The guy asked in not a very good mood.

"We would like to talk to the director," Kate said. Jane kept quiet; she always liked when Kate made the talking thing mainly because Jane knew that she would be more likely to lose her little patience and began punching the guy the truth out of him.

"Okay, follow me," the guy said without choice.

"You were really quiet, back there," Kate stated to Jane as they were walking. "Why?"

Jane shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. I like when you do the talking. I will only talk to make a question that you may have forgotten or to state something that you haven't seen. I like that way," Jane confessed.

"When are you going to tell me?" Kate began smiling lightly, but when she saw the confusing look in Jane's eyes she continued. "That you used to have a crush on me?"

Jane felt how her cheeks flushed. She was sure she hadn't been that obvious. Her crush on Kate Beckett occurred while they were in the Academy, but it was only a crush. Nothing too serious yet she wondered how Kate had found out. Jane was so lost on her thoughts that she hadn't noticed that they were waiting outside a little dressing room. Her head began going in circles until a voice interrupted her.

"Officers, what can I do for you?"

"We're detectives actually. I'm detective Beckett and she's my partner, detective Rizzoli," Kate introduced. "Are you the director?"

"Yes, I'm Kurt Oliver. What can I do for you?" Finally Jane looked at the guy. He was tall, dark haired and skinny. Jane looked down at his hands and noticed he was twisting his wedding ring. Just like Maura, Jane thought smiling.

"Mr. Oliver, I suppose you know James Reid."

"Yes, he is the main character in the play, although not many critics like his performance. Why? What happened to him?"

"Well, we found him dead last night a few blocks away from here. He was murdered."

"God! And you think the murderer is in this play?"

Jane snapped her eyes open. She was really amazed by how people would jump on conclusions based on a TV cliché. Kate will take care, she thought as she entered the dressing room and began pacing around. That's why she liked when Kate did the talking. Kate didn't lose her patience and she was always cool about people's crazy assumptions. Jane just couldn't do that.

Kate looked at Jane pacing. God, she hasn't changed a bit. "We have to consider all the possibilities Mr. Oliver. What can you tell me about Reid?"

The director noticed too the other detective pacing around his little room. "Well, he was a good actor. At least I liked his performance. I don't understand the people who don't."

"Can you think of anyone who might wanted to hurt him, besides critics?" Kate said and she was sure she heard Jane giggling.

"God no! He did his job excellently and he didn't mess around."

"Well, we'll have to speak to the rest of your crew. Where were you last night around 8 and 9?"

"I was here, setting the details for tonight's show. I guess I will have to make some changes."

"I'm sorry," Kate said. "Thanks for your help." The director nodded and left the dressing room.

Kate followed Jane with her eyes. "What are you looking at?"

"I know I'm probably the most inadequate person to talk about fashion, but I'm pretty sure this costumes here aren't designer made." Jane signaled.

"You should stop hanging around with that doctor of yours," Kate joked, joining Jane in the back of the room. Jane laughed too. "Yeah, maybe."

"What does the clothes have to do with the case?"

"I guess nothing. I was just pointing it out," Jane said shrugging her shoulders.

"Mr. Oliver," Kate called him. "Can you tell us where is Reid's dressing room?" She asked when the director was close enough to hear her.

"It's the last one."

"Right. Thank you."

"Anytime."

Jane and Kate exited the director's small dressing room and walked to the end of the hallway where they met Castle and Ryan.

"What did you find out?" Kate asked.

"Everybody hated this guy. No wonder why he's dead!" Ryan almost yelled, throwing his arms in the air.

"The director said nobody hated him, how come you say that?" Kate said, not buying Ryan's word.

"We talked to each and every member of the cast and some of the crew. The guy was an asshole and everybody seemed happy that he had died," Ryan responded.

Kate's phone rang, she shot a final glare to Ryan before answering it. "Beckett. What you've got? Really? Okay, we'll go back." Kate hung up. "Esposito has something for us. We're going back to the precinct."