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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 Fourteen

            Booth had never, ever seen Caroline this pissed before in his entire career as an F.B.I. agent. She was shaking by the time she was finished reading the file.
            “Shad’s to blame for this,” she muttered. “I know it in my gut. That low down, back stabbing bastard!” Looking over to Booth, she said, “She would no sooner hurt a fly! That’s not to say that she doesn’t have herself a temper. No, cher, she has one of them in full. But no way would she hurt someone let alone kill them!”
            “The judge is dirty,” Booth told her. “And his clerk. There wasn’t a trial and you can prove it easily.”
            “I’ll be dealing with them,” she muttered. “Now tell me about Walter.”
            “That’s where it gets a bit sticky,” he told her and went on to tell her what had happened.
             Caroline looked to heaven when he was finished telling her and said, “You couldn’t make it easy, could you?” She looked over to Booth. “Is he a danger to anyone?”
            “Only to anyone trying to hurt Maggie,” he answered.
            Nodding she murmured, “Do you think he’s mentally unstable?”
            “Not anymore.”
            “Do you think what he did was self defense?”
            “I would have protected my mother with the same force as he did,” he admitted. “So yes, it was self defense in my book. I think what happened was that he stomped on toes and it became political. They didn’t like that so they stomped back.”
            “Good,” she murmured. “I’ll leave them in your custody. And, cher, please tell that woman of yours she can’t go callin’ out to try to turn herself in just because she’s hot to see some bones! That girl is smart as a whip, but she needs herself some common sense!”
            He could only nod to this.
            “I’ll be leaving all three in your care, cher,” Caroline told him. “And do me the favor of making that girl eat!”
            “Yes, ma’am,” he answered, wondering not for the first time just how many aunts and uncles Walter would have to deal with in the near future. He was beginning to feel sorry for the guy.
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            Between the time it took to travel into dock and the driving to the Jeffersonian, it was already midnight by the time they arrived. Max left, going to the home of one of his “good lady friends”. He told Tempie that he would get in touch with her as soon as possible. Sweets was immediately attacked by a girl with more energy than sense, as proven by the fact that he was knocked clear back into the hallway and hit the wall on the other side.
            Having stopped before hand because Maggie told them not to move, everyone could only shake their heads and went into the lab. Brennan went straight to work, as she went over to the platform to make sure everything was in order.
            Walter, on the other hand, had his hands full with Maggie, who actually wanted to see the rest of the Jeffersonian despite the fact that it wasn’t just one museum and all of them were now closed to the public.
            “Why can’t they be open now?” she asked him. “I’m sure there are insomniacs who would pay good money for a midnight tour of the Jeffersonian!”
            “I’ll be sure to suggest that at the next budget meeting,” Cam said laughing.
            “Halloween for sure!” she told her. “Big money! Because Paul S. Walsh was so correct. ‘fools and money can be easily parted’.” Cam paused and looked at her. “I looked it up on Wikipedia.” She showed Brennan’s smart phone that she was allowing Maggie to play with, making the other woman laugh as she walked away. She looked over to Walter. “I’d go, wouldn’t you?”
            “If you’re there, sunshine, I’m there,” he murmured, closing his eyes as he relaxed on the couch.
            She only smiled as she sat down at the desk. Maggie frowned as she felt it. Her bladder was full. Oh Lord, she thought sourly. She thought over where the restroom could be and knew without a doubt she’d never make it there or back without help.
            “Walter.”
            “Hmm.”
            “I need to find a restroom.”
            “Can it wait?” he asked her, getting up and going over to her.
            “Not really,” she answered, but then blushed and muttered, “I need to find the restroom and I’m just tired enough to get lost.”
            Getting up, he took her hand and they went out of the room. He rubbed his eyes, as he called out, “Hey, which way to the restrooms around here and does it take passing three doorways to get to it?”
            “No, it’s right over there,” Daisy said, pointing over to it. “Just a couple of doors away.”
            “Thanks,” Maggie said, blushing all the more. “I’ll take it from here. Sorry I woke you.”
            “No problem, sunshine,” he murmured, yawning again as he went back over to the sofa.
            “I wonder why she had him asking,” Daisy murmured, as she went back to work next to Hodgins, who just wished the girl had the capability of being quiet for once. “And who gets lost after three doorways?”
            “You do realize that you are on an open forum platform, which amplifies the sound of your rather annoying voice?” Maggie asked her, from the side of the platform, shocking the woman and making her spin around to face her. “Well, it would seem we all have our burdens to bare. If you could keep your trap shut about my inability to find my own ass with a map, I’ll do the very same for you about your tinny sounding, shallow editorials in regard to everything under the sun.” She looked to Hodgins who was busting up laughing, even as he pointed to where she had to go again. “Thank you, Jack.”
            “You are most welcome!” he said, laughing. “I like her!”
            She went over to the restroom, took care of business and was in the middle of rinsing her hands when she spotted a man standing directly behind her. Dropping down, she just narrowly avoided being hit. Spinning around on her knees, she punched the man directly into the groin five times before jumping to her feet and slamming her knee straight into the man’s nose. Grabbing the phone out of the pocket, she had it dial everyone before having to jump away from the man now wielding a knife.
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            All their phones began ringing at once, making them all frown and look over to Brennan, who was looking intently at the bones.
            “Who has your phone, Bones?” Booth asked, looking at the incoming call.
            “Maggie,” she answered absently.
            “Where is Maggie?” he asked, just as there was a loud crash coming from the restroom. “Oh hell!” He rushed over just in time for Maggie to come out of the restroom, panting and pointing to the ground where the man was currently under the trash can.
            “It was self defense.” Staggering out, she added, “Smarmy fucker.” Handing Brennan’s phone over to Booth, she told him, “He’s tracing her phone. Clearly he wasn’t expecting me.”
            “Clearly,” he muttered, going over to the guy now waking. “This isn’t Pelant.”
            “No, but he was here to get Brennan,” she told him, she wiped her lip free of blood. “What’s worse is that I really do need to use the restroom this time to clean up.”
            “How did you…” he started only to have her hold up her hand to halt him.
            “I went into a war zone, I traveled with a circus, and did several unsavory things over this lifetime that would more than likely get me into trouble telling you,” she said to him. “I can take care of myself. I get lost doing it, but I can do at least that much.”
            That had him smiling to himself. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”
            “No, not much. Nearly got cut, but I was a bit quicker what with hitting him really hard in the nads like five times. But you better get him out of here before Walter can smell my blood.”
            “Walter would be able to smell your blood?” She nodded. “How?”
            “Like I know? Some mysteries are mysteries to everyone—even me.”
            “Maggie?” Walter called out. “Maggie? Why are you bleeding?”
            “I told you,” she murmured. “He can smell when I’m bleeding!”
            “Magdalena Sherman, answer me!” he roared.
            “Pardon me,” she told Booth. “I better go…Whoa!” She was pulled out of the restroom doorway.
            Booth stepped out, dragging the now barely conscious man over as he wasn’t really able to walk. He watched as Walter looked Maggie over, asking questions as he went.
            “Did he hit your belly?” he asked. “Why is your mouth bleeding?”
            “He back handed me,” she told him. “See?” She showed her the side of her face that was slightly swollen. “And no, he never got near Lucas.”
            “Lucas?” he asked.
            “After my grandfather,” she told him. “I would say your father’s name, but isn’t it Walter too? You get going with the numbers at the end of the names and it just screams that we have no imagination.”
            Holding up his hands, “Hold that thought.” Walter went over to the man, punched him in the jaw sending the man’s face into the aluminum wall, making a gonging noise. “Thanks.”
            “No problem,” Booth said, yanking him out of the lab.
            “Now back to you,” he said. “I’ll have you know Walter is a great name.”
            “Yes it is. I love it quite a bit, but one Walter Sherman at a time is enough, don’t you agree?”
            “What happened?” Brennan asked as she rushed over. “Why did Walter punch that man?”
            “The man was in the restroom waiting for you,” Maggie told her. “He attacked me, thinking it was you because I had your phone.”
            “Oh,” she murmured, watching as the man was handed off to other agents. “It looks like someone beat him rather badly.”
            “Is there any other way to beat someone?” Maggie asked. “Did you find what you were looking for yet?”
            “I think I have,” she answered. “Just how were you able to get the jump on the man?”
            “Easy,” she told the woman flippantly. “I fight dirty.”
            Walter’s eyes narrowed. “You only fight dirty when there’s knives involved.”
            “Very true,” she said, as she went back into the restroom and came back with the knife the man had used by its handle. “A stiletto knife.” She looked closely at the blade. “It’s been coated with something.”
            Walter took it from her, looking closely at the blade. “Did it knick you at all? Are you sure?”
“Positive,” she told him. “I was able to block all the blows with the trash can before knocking it out of his hand and hitting him over the head with it.”
            “Because there’s some blood here,” he muttered. “And if it isn’t yours…”
            They looked over and saw the man that was being exchanged over to the F.B.I. collapse to the ground.
            “It must be his,” Maggie replied as they watched the man convulse. “Hodgins, we have a knife for you to look at!”

TBC...
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