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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 Thirteen

            She picked up the jack of hearts. “He knew what the other had done, but said not a word…” Smoke began to come from the card and two dark patches developed over the hands on the playing card. “But it mattered not for the master had overplayed his hand and fell within his own house!” She picked up a steak knife and slammed it into the king of clubs, leaving the knife sticking out of the table and chest of the card. She looked to Booth. “I would have shot it, but you get the point.” He nodded slowly.
            She picked up the other jack again holding the two side by side once again. “Each had known what the other had done. One had killed and the other had talked—and they were at odds once again. The chosen telling the other that he had made a terrible mistake.” She looked at the jack of hearts. “He had hurt his friends and his family and for what?” Maggie shook her head, sighing sadly. “And so he accepted his punishment without telling hardly a soul that he had never killed a single time.” She slid the card under her glass of tea.
            “This made the unchosen very angry,” she told them showing them the jack of diamonds. “He tried to get at the other, but nothing touched him. And so he decided on a new task.” She placed the card down, and picked up the king of hearts and queen of diamonds. “He had no master to prove himself to, no master to better. But he did have an opponent, an adversary.” She put down the king of hearts and held out the queen of diamonds. “Keen and bright, she proved herself by far.” She set the queen next to the king once again. “This tale of mine has no ending as of yet. For it has not been woven by the fates. But now you know, at least in part, the story as to the why.” She picked up the jack, revealing a key on the table. “It may very well be the key to it all.” And placed the card on the table once again.
            Silence was heavy in the air for a time until Maggie called out, “Walter!”
            “Yes, sunshine!” he called out from where he was hiding around the corner.
            “Stop using the vanilla protein powder, it tastes like crap when you mix it with the chocolate ice cream!”
            Cursing to himself, he answered, “Okay!”
            “And stop trying to block me, you’re giving me a headache.” Walter walked over, kissing the top of her head.
            “Consider it done, sunshine,” he murmured.
            “Let’s go for a stroll,” she told him. “They must think over what they’ve been told.”
            “Did you do the one with the torn card?” he asked her.
            “But of course,” she murmured, as they walked out of the door. “It’s one of my best tricks.”
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            “When will I be allowed to look at the bones!” Brennan demanded, sounding frustrated. “All I’ve had to work with is pictures and x-rays and I’ve been getting nowhere!”
            The others felt for her. Other than Hodgins, who could do testing on the local soil to eliminate it as where Zack was killed, no one there had work to do. Angela had drawn pictures of Zack and in doing so, did her grieving. Cam had taken to seeing the ship voyage as a vacation of sorts. Brennan, true to course, demanded the bones—bones she would not be able to see until they reached D.C. and the Jeffersonian.
            Booth went outside, trying as he might to think of a way to help Bones out. He stopped next to Walter who was looking up at the sails.
            “How much longer do you think it’ll be until we reach D.C.?” he asked.
            “About a day or two,” he answered. “We have to over shoot it by a bit as we don’t want a formal reception.” Walter looked at him. “It’s not about us, but the crew. Some of them have small warrants out on them.”
            “How small?” he muttered.
            “I heard that the first mate has a warrant out on him for accidently shooting a squirrel on Federal land.” Booth snorted at this. “The captain has one out on him for smuggling a small box of Cuban cigars.”
            “How small a box?” Booth demanded.
            “The way I figure it, it’s all a matter of what you think is a small box and what he thinks is a small box,” he answered, making the other man roll his eyes.
            “Got yah,” he replied. “What’s going on?” He looked up at the sails. “Something wrong with them?”
            “No, Maggie went up on the look out,” he muttered. “That woman has no fear of heights and it scares the shit out of me.” She bounced down the main mast using a rope to guide her descent.
            Walter went over to her and just stood there, his hard eyes boring into her.
            “I didn’t swing,” she told him. “Not once, despite it being perfect weather for it.”
            “What were you doing up there?” he asked, his voice brittle.
            She handed him the binoculars. “Take a wild guess.”
            He looked at them and back to her. “Being followed?”
            “Yes.”
            “Friendlies?” Booth was the one to ask.
            “Unknown, but they’re catching up and fast.” She walked to the starboard only to have Walter pulling her over to port. He looked out with the binoculars. “Yeah, she’s right. We have ourselves some company coming in.” He handed the binoculars to Booth. “I think they’re your people.”
            Looking out, Booth grinned as he said, “It’s a few more agents and Caroline is with them!”
            “And how is this a good thing?” Maggie asked Walter, who shrugged. “You better tell the crew to bolt. We don’t want trouble for them as well.”
            Rushing off he did just that. Booth watched as Maggie rubbed at her temples.
            “Headache?”
            “Your woman’s frustration is battering my shields like hammers,” she muttered. “They are new and still have limits.” She took a deep breath and let it out again. “I comprehend her need to jump back into the fray.” She looked over to Booth, who was watching her. “But Brennan is nothing if not…”
            “Booth! When are we going to get to port! We’ve wasted enough time!” Temperance told him as she joined them on deck.
            “She’s nothing if not persistent,” Maggie said quietly. “I’m going to ask Cam if I can take an Aspirin. Pardon me.”
            “Bones, you need to relax,” he told her. “Here look.” He handed her the binoculars.
            Taking them, she looked out towards the oncoming vessel and murmured, “Well, it’s about time!” She looked at Booth. “I called them hours ago!”
            “You called them?” he asked her, not knowing whether to be shocked or not. “Why?”
            “I need to see those bones!”
            “You know its moments like these that I think you’re just as crazy as Maggie was accused of being!” he snapped, walking away from her.
            “What? Why?” she asked, stopping him.
            He went over to her, holding her by her upper arms. “Tempie, they are going to have to arrest you! You won’t be able to see Zack anytime soon! And by calling them, as you did, you’ve nearly guaranteed that they will suspend me for not bringing you directly into custody.”
            “I-I didn’t think of that,” she breathed.
            “Apparently not,” he said, letting go of her arms. “Don’t you trust me at all?” He took a deep breath, looking over to the small Zodiac with the crew that was now heading quickly away from the ship. “I would have gotten you there to see Zack. We’ll just have to deal with this new setback.”
            “Booth…”
            “We better get ready to welcome them aboard,” he muttered. “In the mean time, I’m going to get an Aspirin.”
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            Caroline Julian came aboard, glaring at the lot of them until they came to rest on Maggie. “As I live and breathe! Petit! What are you doing out here!” She went over to her. “Give this ole woman a hug, shug!”
            “Bonjour, Aunty Caro,” she murmured, hugging her.
            “I was worried about you, cherie!” She pulled back . “But I saw the wedding on the website.” She hit Walter with her purse. “About time you married the girl properly in a church.”
            “Yes, ma’am,” Walter muttered, still feeling the pain from the blow to the gut. “We finally did it right in a church and have the witnesses to prove it.”
            “About damn time,” she replied, looking to the others there. “What?”
            Hodgins looked over to Maggie. “Who aren’t you related to?”
            Blushing Maggie said, “My family is quite prolific.”
            “That girl is nothing but skin and bones,” Caroline said, glaring at Walter. “We don’t have time to get into it now, but I will have the story. Understood?”
            “Yes, ma’am,” Walter said, pulling Maggie in front of him as a shield. “I’ll tell you every bit. I promise.” Once she went off with Booth and the other agents to the galley, he whispered to Maggie, “She’s scary.”
            “She’s scariest to those she cares about the most,” she murmured.
            “Do you believe that?” Walter asked.
            “Almost, but it does pay to have her on our side. She’s even scarier to those who she goes up against.” Turning she pressed her face into his chest.
            Hugging her, he kissed her temple. “Don’t be scared, sunshine. It’ll be okay. Everything is going to work out fine.”
            “Do you believe that?” she asked him, her voice tremulous.
            “Almost,” he breathed, looking towards the men dressed in full riot gear coming onto the ship.
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            The ship was searched completely and as expected they found nothing. It was in the middle of the search that Maggie began to watch one of the men in the heavy gear.
            “The shark sent out a scout,” she breathed. “A scout for pay.”
            Walter looked over to the man, who still had his rifle aimed at the people on the deck. “Danger?”
            “He has a set target,” she breathed. “Searching…searching…target is acquired.” Her eyes locked onto Angela. Two things managed to hit her attention at once. “This will be tricky.”
            “What are you going to do?” Walter hissed.
            “Something that comes naturally to pregnant women,” she told him, as her stomach went into revolt. “Oh God!” And she rushed straight over to the railing, vomiting overboard.
            Chaos broke out behind her, even as Angela and Cam rushed over to her to make certain she was okay. She looked over to see Walter now holding the weapon.
            “Itchy trigger finger, buddy?” Walter said to him. “Caroline would have tossed you to the sharks herself if her niece had been hurt.” The man’s eyes went wide only to go wider when he added, “So tell me how much did Pelant pay you to kill Brennan’s best friend?”
            “What?” Jack whispered.
            “Angela,” Maggie whispered. “Go over to him. Assure him you’re okay.” Angie did just that.
            “Maggie?” Cam asked.
            “The shark’s scout is very easily read,” she murmured, looking over to the woman next to her. “I need to rinse out my mouth.” Cam handed her a bottle of water. “Thank you.”
            Walter handed the weapon over to Booth and rushed over to Maggie. “Sunshine, are you okay?”
            “I’ve been better,” she muttered. “Just remembered what awful morning sickness I had with Willa.” She looked into his blue eyes and hissed, “And the name is a total misnomer! It happens all the time!”
            “But already?” Walter asked.
            “I don’t weigh much,” she told him. “Trust me when I say, every little change to the system is felt.” She rinsed out her mouth again. “But admittedly, nerves played a big part this time as well.” Hugging him, she murmured, “Remind me to ravish you later. You’re a damn sexy warrior, husband.”
            “I’ll do that at the very first opportunity, wife,” he murmured, kissing her forehead. “And every opportunity to follow.”

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