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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 Sixteen

            “Gabriel belonged to a underground dog fight club,” Seeley told them all the next day. “And they’re demanding their dog back.”
            “They can’t have him,” Maggie said quietly, as she ate her breakfast. “And they’ll stop asking if they know what’s good for them.”
            “It’s not as easy as that,” Booth tried, only to have Walter shaking his head. “You know it isn’t! They have papers!”
            Maggie stood up, saying, “Then I best get dressed. I want to have a few words with this individual.”
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            The meeting was quick, much quicker than anyone other than Walter counted on. She had trooped into interview with Gabriel by her side. The dog sat quietly next to her as Booth took the chair next to her on the other side. Walter stood back and just watched.
            “What’s going on here?” the man’s lawyer asked. “This is highly unusual, Agent Booth.”
            “Just go with it,” Booth told him. “You’ll be entertained at the very least.” Booth nodded to Maggie.
            Smiling she said, “Hello, my name is Maggie, not that you care one way or the other. But I’m here to clarify who is now the owner of the dog.” She nodded towards the dog in question. The man across from her began sweating at the sight of the dog he had trained to kill off of its leash. “So may I look at your ownership papers?”
            The lawyer handed the papers over to her. “I didn’t realize that there’s a new A.D.A. you were working with.”
            “You’d be amazed who’d they hire these days,” she muttered. “But alas, that isn’t the case.” She looked over to the agent next to her. “So, Agent Booth, by claiming ownership of the dog, isn’t that in fact admission of accountability for the bombing attempt on the Jeffersonian?”
            “What?!” the man across from her yelled only to be barked at by Gabriel.
            “Seeing as the bomb was tied to the dog’s back, yes, it does!” he said, smiling at the lawyer who was now sweating.
            “I sold it! The guy that bought the dog from me! He’s the one! I had nothing to do with no bombs!”
            “Then why do these papers say that you currently own this dog?” she asked him. She handed the papers over to Booth, pointing out the dates there. “Isn’t presenting false paperwork in a federal investigation illegal as well?”
            “That it is,” he told her with a grin.
            “I-I…” the lawyer started only to be cut off by his client.
            “I want my dog back!”
            “Why?” she asked him. “Judging from the scarring on the dog’s neck it can only be for one thing, which would mean that the dog would be returned for continued illegal activities. Which, in short, that means the dog would be followed and your supposed operation would be shut down faster than a massage parlor with rumors of the clap.”
            “Listen, I didn’t know what that guy was going to use it for! He just needed a dog!”
            “But why are you trying to get the dog back? There must be a reason,” Maggie asked. “Care to share? Or should I just be rude and say what it is to be over with it.”
            “You don’t know shit, bitch!” he snapped.
            That had the dog growling harshly at him.
            “Shh, I got this covered,” she murmured, and the dog settled down again. “The man you sold it to wants the dog back. You don’t know what for, but given the fact that he paid you another five grand to do it you don’t care.” The biker went white at her words.
            “The money was found on you when you were arrested and it’s only a matter of time before the bills are tested. When they do and they get the results that I expect that they will, you are going to be arrested for the attempted bombing of a national museum—federal land I might add, making the charges huge. And given the fact that the man in question is also wanted in a series of killings, that would make you a conspirator after the fact in those crimes as well.”
            The man across from her started to stand and Gabriel began growling. “You think I’m scared of a dog?”
            “Oh this guy?” She leaned over and hugged the dog, scratching him behind his ears “He’s a sweetie!” She looked over to the towering man. “My husband isn’t.” The man’s eyes moved up, looking to The towering hunk of male fury standing next to her for the first time.
            Walter walked over, slamming the man back into his seat. He went back to stand next to Maggie and the dog.
            “You have a choice,” she said to him. “You either squeal like the little bitch you are.” She turned to the dog. “No insult intended.” Gabriel huffed at her. “Or you are going to be facing a world of hurt. Your pick.”
            “You can’t threaten my client!”
            “You misunderstand me, sir,” Maggie told the man. “That isn’t a threat of physical pain, but more rather a promise of time untold in a prison cell.”
            “What are you talking about?”
            “Walter?” He handed her a folded paper and she in turn handed it over to the man across from her.
            The man opened it and from the look of him, he just was hit hard with some facts.
            “It’s just a matter of time,” she answered. “With or without this meeting going the way I see fit, you’re going to jail. It’s all a matter of when and who busts you.” He looked at her, his eyes wide. “It either starts now or later.” Intense gray eyes bore down on him, as she asked, “Who does the dog belong to?”
            “Yours,” he whispered with a shaky breath. “It’s all yours.”
            Smiling she thanked Booth and went on her way with Gabriel and Walter. Booth took the letter from the man and looked at it.
            Another agency already has you on the radar for what you’re cooking up in your basement. They’ll either do so now with these new charges or later with the one we both know they’ll get you on. Time is short for your mother. We both know it. The cancer is moving too quickly for the doctors to be of much help. Do you want to spend the time you could have in a cell knowing the one being on this planet that loves you without reservation is dying alone? Think about it.
            Booth looked over to the man across from him. One wouldn’t think a man like him would break over something like this, he thought, folding the letter back up.
            “Tell me about who you sold the dog to,” Booth said quietly. “I’ll work on something to make sure the jail sentence for whatever charges pop up are suspended until after your mom passes.”
            Pursing his lips, he muttered, “His name is Pelant.”
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            “You’re bluffing,” Max said to her.
            “Are you sure?” Maggie inquired. “He might be bluffing right now. But you’re focused on me, as you heard me say that I was the second best poker player I know.”
             He looked at his cards again, telling her, “I got some beauties here. It might do you well to bow out now.”
            “I call,” she said smiling.
            Max revealed his three queens. “Three beautiful ladies. Read ‘em and weep!”
            “Not so fast,” she told him. “Some times quantity overrides quality.” She revealed her own hand of four deuces. “I do believe this is one of those times.”
            “Well, I have…”
            “King, ace high,” both Maggie and Max said together.
            Smiling Maggie kissed his cheek, murmuring, “Sorry, Walter. It’s like I told you. You tend to telegraph. Even Max picked up on it this time.”
            Rolling his eyes, he tossed his cards to the table. Getting up, he went over to get something to drink from the fridge, listening to Max and his wife speaking.
            “So do you know what you’re going to be doing once all this business is over with?” he asked her, taking up the cards and shuffling them.
            “To tell you the truth, I haven’t the foggiest,” she admitted to him. “These past nine months have been harsh. And for a long time I thought the only light I saw coming down the tunnel was the train coming for me.”
            “I hear you,” he murmured, as he dealt the cards. “Have you given any thought to getting an education?”
            “No,” she answered. “Not until recently, but given what’s going to be happening, I’m going to have my hands full.”
            “What?” Walter asked coming back over. “What’s going to be happening?”
            “I’m having a baby,” she told him. “You knew that. But you’re going to be looking for a lawyer.” She looked to Max. “He needs to have someone telling him what laws he’s breaking before he totally ignores the advice and does it anyway. A friend…”
            “I’m not replacing Leo,” he said tightly.
            “No, you’d never replace Leo with a million other lawyers,” she murmured. “There’s only one Leo. But you need someone to debate with, someone to counterbalance you in a purely professional regard. Hence, you need a lawyer who is more than likely retired and can kick ass verbally as well as physically.”
            “I can kick ass,” Walter said to her.
            “Yes, but you don’t like doing it, as it interferes with your work,” she replied, looking at her cards and quickly organizing them. “Besides I know you love getting your grins and chuckles playing the joker. I fold.” She tossed the cards down.
            “Fold?! Now?” Max exclaimed.
            “Yeah, you have that oh so special glow one only gets with a straight flush or higher,” she replied. “So I fold.” Looking over to Walter. “Admit it! You love doing that. You were doing it before you met Leo and you’ll be doing it long after him as well.”
            Walter sat down next to her and said, “I take the fifth.”
            “That only works in a court of law,” she came back, but laughed and added, “Lucky for you, I think you’re so cute when you attempt to do it. So I’ll be letting you off the hook.” She looked over to Max. “What?”
            “It was a royal flush.”
            “Yeah, well seeing as you were dealing from the bottom of the deck that doesn’t come as a shock,” she replied. “Great hand work, by the way.”
            “Thanks. I’ve been working on it for years.” Max smiled at that and tossed the cards back into a pile that she took and shuffled. “Have you thought over at least getting a resume together so you can get a job, when you’re ready for it?”
            She paused. “A resume?” Splitting the deck she shuffled the cards again, whispering, “A V.C.?” She looked over to Walter. “A history of my work, right?” He nodded with a frown.
            “Yes, but you don’t need one,” Walter said. “You’ll be working for me.”
            She nodded. “I wasn’t thinking about me,” she answered quietly. “Holy shit. Pelant has a resume.” She blinked at Max and then over to Walter. “He has a resume!”
            “What are you talking about?” Max inquired, as he got up following them over as she called for the dog.
            “We have to go to the Jeffersonian,” she told them, as she put the leash on Gabriel’s collar. “We need into that vault.”
            “Which vault?” Walter was the one to ask even as Max was the one to grab the keys. He would be damned if he’d allow that man to drive him again.
            “I’ll tell you when we get there,” she told him.
            Booth and Brennan arrived at the Gormogon vault, having been called the moment Max had told them what they were up to.
            Booth went over to Walter who was looking about the vault and it’s contents. “What’s up?”
            “We need to find Pelant’s resume,” he said casually, looking over to him. “You can get the details from Maggie.”
            “A resume?” Brennan asked.
            “Well, it’s not so much a resume as a file his employer built on Pelant. A history of what he had done,” Maggie told the other woman. “Which I might add includes evidence.”
            “Where do we look?” They all looked over to Maggie.
            “What?” She blinked at all of them. “Like I know.” But then added in a mutter, “Yet.”
            It was Walter who told her, “Explain the puzzle piece.”
            Closing her eyes, she murmured, “What we seek is where it spies for it is the one that sees all without judgment.” Maggie looked over to him. “It has me a bit perplexed, as there are so many all seeing eyes in this place to make one paranoid.”

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