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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 Fifteen

            Maggie and Walter ended up staying in Brennan and Booth’s guest room as they had to stay in Booth’s custody. It was early the next morning that Booth found the two in his kitchen. She had made breakfast and coffee, not to mention tea for herself.
            “I’m missing something,” she kept muttering, sipping on her hot beverage. “What am I missing?”
            “What do you mean?” Booth asked her.
            “There’s proof of who and what he is out there,” she told him. “One cannot touch without leaving something of themselves behind, right? But I’m telling you there’s a big old chunk of proof that will crush him out there like a lead weight and I can’t put my finger on what it is or where it can be found.”
            “Eat,” Walter muttered to her. “Think and eat.”
            “Okay,” she sighed, wondering just what she could be missing.
            “We’re going to go look at the museums today,” Walter told her. “I thought you’d like that.” That had her smiling at him. “Which one first, sunshine?”
            “I want to see the diamonds,” she told him. “I may never want to own one, but they sure are pretty.”
            “You must be the first woman I’ve ever heard say as much,” Booth said, chuckling.
            “They’re cursed,” she told him, making him blink at her. “Have you ever heard a story about a large diamond ever going well? Have you?” She shook her head no. “It starts out with blood and death. And it ends with greed and heartbreak.”
            “Blood and death?” Booth asked.
            “Like the blood diamonds out of Africa,” she told him. “War, blood, slavery, and death.” That he understood and nodded. “That wasn’t the first time such has happened and I doubt it’ll be the last.”
            “Yeah, but what about greed and heartbreak?” Booth asked. “Divorce?”
            “I find that the men that get the bigger stones are the ones that find the women they give them to more disposable.” She held up her hands to stop him from drawing conclusions. “That’s not to say that you are that type when you got that engagement ring for Rebecca and it didn’t workout. You don’t work that way. I’m talking about the men that think they own the women once they put that enormous stone on their finger. That never trends toward the good.”
            “Good point,” Booth said. “But I’d appreciate it if you didn’t read my mind about my past.”
            Rolling her eyes, she said, “Seeley, I don’t have to read minds all the time to find out the truth. Brennan talked about it that night you were playing poker with the guys on the ship.” His eyes went wide. “I pay attention to what’s going on around me as well as the vibes. I would have been hit by a car a long time ago, if I didn’t.”
            That had Booth laughing, which only got louder once she managed to get a bite of food into her own mouth before Walter could.
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            Walter and Maggie along with a couple of F.B.I. agents dressed in plain clothing went over to look at the diamond exhibit. It was on their way over to the history of technology that she felt the prickling on the back of her neck.
            “Walter…”
            “Yeah, I know, sunshine,” he murmured. “I’m getting tired too. Let’s go over to see one last thing before taking a break for lunch?”
            “Sounds nice,” she replied.
            “Which way do you want to go?” he asked.
            “Left,” she told him.
            “Right it is!” This made her laugh, though the agents following them had no idea why.
            By the time they had gone everywhere she directed, the agents had no idea where they were. Luckily for them, Walter did. He asked the security guard if they could use their phone.
            “Sure, but I don’t understand…”
            “A very bad man was following us,” Maggie told him. “And the F.B.I. agents supposed to be guarding us got lost in the tangle, as it were.” He blinked at them. “So we need to call to make sure that they’re okay and to get a ride back.”
            A grin lit his face. “Am I on one of those reality shows?” he asked, looking around.
            “If the show you’re thinking of has a mass murdering psychopathic killer in it, then yes,” she said dryly, looking to Walter she added, “People will watch the most idiotic things for entertainment.” The guard swallowed hard, as she plucked his phone from him and dialed Booth.
            “Pelant’s been following us,” she told him. “We managed to lose him, but we also lost your agents.”
            “Yeah, I know,” he muttered. “Where are you guys?”
            “It feels like we’re in the third subbasement under hell,” she muttered. “Here’s Walter. He knows.”
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            “I never thought anyone could say this, but you found Jimmy Hoffa,” Booth said, laughing as he pointed to an old exhibit about the Teamsters and organized crime, which had a large photo of the man in question.
            Maggie turned to Walter and told him, “Don’t even think it.”
            “But, sunshine…”
            “The man’s dead and buried in a potter’s grave,” she told him. “I know where and that should be enough for you!”
            Booth blinked at her. “You really know where…”
            “Some secrets are meant to be kept,” she told him. “That’s one of them.” She made a shushing noise. “That’s my last word on that topic. Let’s go, shall we? Lunch? Pizza!”
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            Maggie didn’t get her pizza, much to her disappointment. But she did manage to get a chocolate shake and that made up for it a bit. They ended up back at Brennan’s lab. But just when they were going to step into Brennan’s office for them to stay in there, Maggie just stopped.
            She walked slowly over to the steps that went over to the platform. Punching the code into the box next to the steps, she walked up them and went straight over to the last skeleton lying on a cold steel slab. Bones, dried and white, seeing more weather than one would think.
            “Hey aren’t you Maggie?” She looked over to see a tall blond man smiling at her.
            “Wendell,” she murmured. “Doing well, I hope?”
            “Doing great! Well, now that Dr. Brennan is back,” he said. “I need to work!”
            “Student loans?” she murmured.
            “Yeah! Don’t tell me, you did your hocus pocus on me!”
            She wished she could laugh or yell at him. Instead she just shook her head no and said, “If I were to do that, I would have told you about those twins you dreamt about last night.” Turning on her heel, she ignored his gaping stare at her as she went back to Walter, who he was watching her intently with Booth.
            “I had to see her,” she murmured. “I had to see her one last time.” Taking a deep breath, she told them in a hollow voice, “We must go one at a time and in order. We must go in order. First…” Walter caught her hand and tugged her over to himself, hugging her tightly.
            “I know,” Walter whispered. “We have to go in order.”
            Swallowing thickly she breathed, “That time I was telling myself.” Pulling back, she looked up to his face. Fury flashed in her grey eyes. But soon it was controlled as she whispered, “Her name is Willa Monday.” Turning to Booth. “Her birthday was January 29^th, 1996. Her date of death was six months ago on the day after Walter was tossed into that hell he was in. I’d appreciate it if I could call my family when the time comes so she can have a proper funeral.”
            “I’ll make sure that happens,” Booth told her.
            “Thank you, Seeley. You’re a good man.” Hugging Walter, she breathed, “Leo…”
            “No,” he cut her off. “I can’t.”
            “That’s okay,” she murmured. “He understands.”
            She walked him over to the sofa, sat down and waited until he lay his head into her lap. Maggie caressed his hair, as he wept into her belly and said nothing as he did so. No words would suffice, when none could be understood. Rubbing his back, she allowed him to do the one thing he hadn’t permitted himself until that moment—the luxury of grieving.
            At one point she laced her fingers through his. When he turned over, he kissed her hand and pressed it to his heart. People came and went, but they stayed there quietly consoling the other.
            But then she heard it. Growling.
            “Walter,” she breathed.
            “I heard.” He sat up. “Breed?”
            There was another growl. “Pit bull.” Barking. “He hasn’t eaten for a week and he’s frightened.”
            They looked each other in the eyes before standing and going outside. Walter went over to Angela who was standing shivering in fear, pulling her away to the platform in order to get her away from the dog that was totally focused on Maggie.
            “I hear you,” she talked to the dog. “Hungry. Angry. Scared. I hear you.” The dog seemed to calm ever so much at her words. “Your master was wrong to send you here to eat.” The dog barked. “Sshhh, you don’t have to yell. I’m right here listening to you. No need to be rude.” That had the dog whimpering. “Yes, I know. You’re hungry. And who wouldn’t be after a week without food?” The dog seemed to say something to her that had her going a little stiff. Maggie turned slowly. “There’s a bomb on the dog. He’s scared and hungry. I’ll keep him as calm as I can, but you might want to hurry. Please?”
            It was Booth, Brennan, and Walter who rushed over. Maggie caught a hold of the dog’s collar, cooing to him what a good dog he was. Booth was able to get the bomb off of the dog and the bomb squad personnel whisked it away.
            “That was amazing,” Angela breathed as they watched as Maggie looped a cord around the dog’s collar.
            “We need to get…” She looked to the dog. “Sorry, but with everything going on I forgot to ask your name!” She blinked. “I can’t call you that.” The dog just looked at her. “I don’t care. Being called You Fucking Little Shit isn’t a proper name! I’ll call you Gabriel. He is an angel. Just like you!” She pet his head. “Walter, we need to get Gabriel some food. Poor baby hasn’t eaten in a week.”
            Walter came over to her kneeling next to the dog. “I think Gabriel is a great name for you. It shows respect.” The dog turned to look over to him and whimpered. “Yes, really.” He held his hand out to him. “I’m Walter.” The dog nuzzled it. “Let’s do something about getting you some food.” He looked to the others there as they all just stared at them all in awe. “What?”
            “You’re both talking to a dog and it appears that he’s talking back!” Daisy exclaimed.
            Maggie kneeled next to Gabriel, whispering, “Some humans are slower than others.” The dog licked her face in understanding.
            It was Angela and Hodgins who got all the things that they would be needing. After feeding Gabriel and making sure he rested, Maggie insisted that he be taken to the vet. And Brennan being Brennan knew one of the top vets in the area. He was in good health and had a tracker that was just under his skin removed. Booth took the tracker in the hopes that Pelant was the one that placed it there
            “Where did you guys learn to do that?” Hodgins asked of Walter, as Maggie set up the pit bull with his bed.
            “She’s always been good with animals,” Walter told him. “She told me anyone can speak to them. Trouble is that humans don’t tend to listen all that well.” He pointed to her. “She taught me how.”
            “You guys could give the Dog Whisperer some serious competition!” Hodgins exclaimed.
            Maggie turned to look at him clearly confused. The dog made a little noise in the back of his throat. Looking to Gabriel, she told him, “Don’t ask me. I haven’t a clue what he’s speaking about.”

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