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Finding Bones	By : MariaTeresaQuintanar Category: 1 through F > Bones Views: 2697 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter One

            Temperance vanishing as she did with Christine in tow had torn Booth apart like nothing else had. He was the walking wounded and most of his friends knew it, but didn’t know what to do for the man. Cam worked with him as if nothing were different, that it was only a matter of Brennan being on a business trip or a vacation. Angie didn’t pretend—or she couldn’t—might be more accurate. She was hurting just as much for Booth. Her friend, her best friend outside of her husband, and she was missing her. The interns had little to do what with the one person the woman that they worked for gone.
            But for Seeley, it was more. Brennan was his partner, his mate, and she had run. The warrior within his heart was wounded by this action. He felt fury unlike he had ever felt before at this betrayal. She hadn’t trusted him to take care of them both. Couldn’t? Wouldn’t? Did it matter?
            He was dwelling on it again, as Lance Sweets joined him in his office.
            “I got a case for you,” Lance said.
            “Sweets…” Booth sounded exhausted.
            “Come on,” he told him. “If it weren’t important, I wouldn’t be here…”
            He looked over to him sharply. “Tempie?”
            “It might be,” he admitted. “I’m not sure and what I was able to get out of the woman was bits and pieces…”
            Jumping up Booth grabbed his jacket. “What are we waiting for?”
            Lance didn’t try to get Booth to talk about Brennan any more. The one time Army Ranger became violent and got drunk more times than not when he tried. Attempting to force the man into admitting anything had done more damage than leaving him be. Or was it? He didn’t know and he was just hoping that the woman that they were going to see would help.
            When they arrived to the hospital for the criminally insane, he looked over to Lance muttering, “I’m not speaking to Zack.”
            Lance shook his head. “We’re not here for him. Besides…” He swallowed thickly. “He’s missing.”
            “What?” he asked shocked. “When did this happen?”
            Sighing Lance said, “About a month ago. Another FBI agent has it on his desk. It was figured you had enough to deal with.”
            “He could be with…” The fury nearly erupted again, that is until the next words.
            “Seeley, chances are he’s dead.” That stopped the fire in his gut, as he looked over to the young doctor. “I saw the blood. You’re going to have to trust me when I say I think he’s dead.”
            They went in and straight over to where a woman was sitting and looking out a window. Booth saw how she was sitting chained by her leg to the wheeled office task chair that could rock back and forth.
            “What’s her deal?” he asked the man next to him, calling the woman’s attention to him.
            “God gave me an iPod that skips. Same song over and over gets boring. Do you have music?”
            “No, sorry I don’t,” he murmured.
            “That’s okay,” she sighed. “Tired of Adele. Pretty voice, but it gets to be too much sometimes. Like to hear the rain again. Coming soon. I hope. Tired of Adele.” She reached out and fingered his tie lightly. “Wrong tie. Should be shiny.” Turning away from him she looked at Sweets. “You again. Aren’t you sick of this place yet? I know I am, but I don’t have a choice but to be here.” She shook her head. “Silly man to come here voluntarily. It’s like shooting yourself in the foot.” That gained a snort of laughter from Booth.
            “Maggie, I want to introduce you to someone,” Lance told her.
            “Met him,” she muttered. “Got music?”
            “Not until after…”
            Frowning she rolled away from them. “What good are you to me then?”
            “Be fair!” Lance told her, going over and stopping her from getting too far. “I want you to tell Booth what you told me.”
            She looked at him flatly. “You’re my shrink! I don’t tell you shit worth knowing!”
            This had Booth biting his own lips to keep from laughing out loud. This caught her attention. And in a snap her whole persona changed.
            “I want a visit,” her voice was cold, hard, and about as far from the light lilting voice she had been using before as it could get.
            “You know you can’t,” Lance told her.
            “You want answers, I get a visit.” She stood up, looking straight at Lance. “Well?”
            “No visits.” She screamed, turning to grab the gates on the windows. Shaking them wasn’t enough so she took to hammering them with her fists.
            That is until her hands began to bleed. She looked at her own hands in horror, shaking now.
            “It’s okay,” Lance said in a rush, sending out for a nurse. “You just hurt yourself. It’s yours.”
            “Mine?” she breathed. “Why…why am I bleeding?”
            “Had yourself a temper tantrum.” Booth’s voice had her looking over to him. “Are you done?”
            “With what?” she breathed, sitting back down. “Life is done with me. Can’t say I’m so much finished with it.” Letting her head fall back, she closed her eyes. “So you’re looking for pieces of a puzzle, huh? Think I stole some of your picture? Reasonable. I steal things.” She looked at Booth. “What are you looking for?”
            “My woman,” he answered honestly.
            She nodded. “You should go to Florida. Go talk to the Finder. He’s a falcon locked in a cage now, did you know? Hunting birds should be free though. He’s…lost. Comes to visit me sometimes. Only one now.”
            Booth looked sharply over to Lance who shrugged.
            “You aren’t allowed visitors,” Lance told her.
            “Can’t keep a hunter locked up,” she murmured. “Hunters are keen that way.” Maggie looked to Booth. “Isn’t that right?”
            “Yeah,” he breathed. “Can’t keep a hunter locked up for long.”
            She nodded. “Never for long.” She studied him. “You’re a warrior.” Sitting up, she said, “My name is Maggie.” She held out her hand to him. “It’s nice to meet you. I don’t usually get visitors.”
            “I don’t want to hurt your hand more.” She looked down and blinked in shock as if seeing it for the first time. “You hurt yourself.”
            “Oh.” She looked to him. “This is embarrassing.” She looked over to Lance. “Not only do I flitter about, but I don’t have tea. I’m such a bad hostess.”
            “That’s okay,” Lance told her. “We understand, don’t we, Booth?”
            “Oh yeah, yeah we do.”
            “Good,” she said, putting her head back down. “Having a bad week as it is. That would have made it worse.” Her eyes lingered on Booth. “Your woman’s missing?” He nodded. “She’ll be back. A warrior’s woman is never gone for long. Loyalty to their mate is inbred like pretty blue eyes or a strong heart.” He blinked at her in shock. “You have to trust in that if nothing else. Must have felt like there was no other way. Traps are like that, you know. Meant to be really. Blinds the ones that they’re built for.” She paused, muttered, “Fucking Adele in my head again…No…” Sitting up she breathed, “The Stranglers! Finally something new!” She looked relieved as she relaxed into her chair once again. “Now all I need is rain.” Maggie looked over to Booth. “It feels like a weight has been lifted off me. What did you want to know? I’ll show you the pieces I have if I can. Sometimes they’re hard to find.” She shrugged. “Sorry.”
            “That’s okay,” he murmured as he got a chair and sat near to her. “Just tell me what you know.”
            Blinking at him puzzled, she said, “I know lots of things.” She looked to Sweets. “Where to start?”
            “Where ever you want.”
            Thinking it over, she said, “Walter’s lion is dead. Sad. Truly heart breaking. His brother in faith is gone and he’s just a shadow in a cage now.” She spun in her chair. “My little gypsy girl is a broken doll. White bones bleached by the sun. The lion went hunting for her to bring her home again and got himself trapped by her uncle that broke her.” She shivered. “Evil man.”
            She looked to Booth. “But you’re looking for your mate.” She spun in her chair. “Temperance.” That had him all the more alert, looking at her sharply “Move with care. She’s smart, but too slow when it comes to the heart.” She pointed to Booth. “You must be patient with her! Warriors must learn patience! Use it now!”
            She looked out the window. “Wisdom is earned, Lance, not automatically given.” She looked to the young man. “You need patience as well. Different reasons.”
            Maggie ran her fingers through her hair and tugged on it. “Too many pieces from different puzzles. I need to organize again.” That had her rolling her eyes. “Never nice to have to do that and it takes forever like spring cleaning!” She looked at her hands. “I’m an idiot.” Fisting her hands. “Adele again. Damn.”
            Looking over to Booth she told him, “Sorry, she tends to close the box on the pieces. The heavy bass line makes it hard to find them. They fall to the floor…I wish it would rain.” Turning to the window. “Her father holds keys to doors you need to step through, but he is hiding as well. Can’t take the chance of his keys being found by those who would do his baby girl harm.”
            Maggie looked over to Lance. “Why do my hands hurt? Did I kill someone else?” She looked at the edges of her palms and fingers. “Oh I did it to myself. Idiot woman.” A nurse came into the room and went to work on her hands as both men left.
            “What the hell was that?” Booth demanded.
            “That’s Maggie Darning,” Lance told him. “She’s a proven psychic. They have tested her. I can’t even explain how it’s possible, but she’s been documented. It’s incredible what she can do.”
            “Then what’s she doing here?” he asked.
            “She was horribly abused by her brother and mother. Used her, broke her in ways no person should have to know of. From what was found out, they were about to get rid of her and replace her with a young girl that they were about to abduct. She stabbed them to death the night before they were going to put the plan into effect.” They looked over to see her hands being bandaged. “And much like Lady Macbeth, she still sees their blood on her own hands.” Booth saw the tears running down her face. “What she did terrifies her.”
            “And what’s with this no visitors allowed business?”
            “There’s a part of her,” Lance told him. “She calls it her jagged edge. And trust me when I say that it can make a person bleed.” He looked sad as he said, “The doctors before me just found that it was for the best that she didn’t have any.”
            “Then why did you bring me here?” he asked, as they walked out of the hospital.
            “Because as much as I want to help you, as all your friends want to help you, you don’t seem to want to take it.” Frustration was clear in his posturing. “Don’t you think that we hate that she ran just as much as you do? We’re her friends and colleagues! She should have trusted us too!” He took a deep breath. “When Maggie told me about you and Brennan, I knew she had latched onto something. And I knew no matter how small it may have been, she could give you something no one else could.” Booth looked at him. “Hope.”
            Booth pursed his lips, muttering, “Maggie was right. Traps are made to blind its intended victim.” And he walked to the car without another word.

TBC...
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