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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 Seventeen

            It was Booth that smiled broadly, exclaiming at the same time as Walter, “I know where!”
            And of course they went in two different directions. Maggie followed Walter over to where the security camera was, looking at where it was mounted to the wall of security boxes.
            “Do you see what I see, sunshine?” he asked.
            “Yes, but I don’t understand it,” she replied honestly.
            “I thought for sure it was here!” Booth exclaimed as he looked at the giant All Seeing Eye that he had taken down.
            “It’s like this,” he told Maggie. “This here used to be in a bank. And in there they had mounted security cameras, much like here. But, take a closer look. They didn’t use the same bolt holes to secure the new one.”
            “Hmm, what does that mean?” she asked him.
            “Thank you for asking, sunshine,” he said, looking over to Booth and Brennan. “It means that for some reason they couldn’t remove this panel.” He tapped it. It made a thudding noise. He moved to the panel directly next to it on the same side and did the same, but this time it rang out. “It’s here.”
            He lifted Maggie up on one of his shoulders. Both Booth and Brennan were already warning her not to open it when all she did was touch it with her finger tips.
            “Hot,” she muttered. “Very hot.”
            He put her back down, kissing her quickly as he looked over to Booth. “Calling the bomb squad would be a good idea, but tell them that they have to be very careful as...”
            “There’s a body in there.” They all looked over to her. “There’s a body in there. It went through decomposition and everything. It’s his number one.”
            “Who?” Booth asked quietly.
            “She who birthed him,” she told him, sounding dreamy as she did so. Walter went over closer to her, studying her intently as she began to drift around the room. “Everyone has a clock; it ticks in time to life. He has stopped many clocks, you see, for that is his vice. His clock is sounding its alarm; its time is growing nigh. For his time is growing near when the cut meets the grime.” Maggie shuttered, as her knees gave out. Walter caught her easily enough, looking to the others there.
            “Did she just say what I think she did?” Seeley asked him.
            “Depends,” Walter answered. “What do you think she said?”
            “She just predicted Pelant’s death,” Maggie said. “She is very uncomfortable on the floor.” She looked at Walter, who scooped her completely up. “What is she doing speaking in the third person? She finds it disconcerting.” Squeezing her eyes shut tightly, she hissed, “Music! She needs music!”
            Five minutes later she had Angela’s iPod and was listening to music quietly in Brennan’s office. Walter watched her a moment, looking over to Booth as he joined him.
            “She hates predicting death,” he told the FBI agent. “She slips into the third person when it happens. It shouldn’t take that long for her to get back to nearly okay again.”
            “They got it open,” Booth told him. “And damn if it isn’t what she said it was.”
            “She usually is,” Walter answered.
            “I thought she was right all the time,” Brennan said as she joined them.
            “You’ve obviously never asked her for directions anywhere,” he said, just as Maggie pulled the ear buds off. “How is Maggie doing?”
            This had his wife chuckling as she got up and went over to him. “I’m good.” She kissed his lips quickly. “Seeley, if I ever give you directions anywhere, just go the exact opposite way and everything will be golden.”
            “Will do,” he said, smiling at her.
            Brennan rushed over, panting as she looked over to Booth. “Wendell and Daisy found a consistency with the stab wounds between Zack and his first victim.”
            “You didn’t…”
            “No, I was working on Willa Monday,” she answered quietly. “And next I’ll be working on the unknown male…”
            “His name is Leo,” Walter said, taking Maggie’s hand into his own. “Leo Knox…” He cleared his throat. “He has no surviving family that I know of. He has a few distant relatives in Atlanta, I think. He didn’t stay in touch with them after his wife and daughter died. But he served so there should be D.N.A. available via the U.S. Army.”
            “Thank you,” Brennan murmured. “Will you want a call as well when…”
            “I’ll need to get a hold of the cemetery where his wife and daughter are. He’d want to be with them,” he told her. “So yes, I would like to know.”
            She nodded, looking over to Booth who was taking down notes. “What now, Booth?”
            “We need to find and take Pelant in,” he said. “Trouble is no one has seen him since you went missing.”
            “Oh that’s easy,” Maggie said. “Give him something to watch. Everyone likes a show!”
            “I think we’ll just find him and bring him in the old fashioned way,” Booth told her.
            “Oh,” she murmured, looking disappointed. “That’s so boring though.”
            “Yes, though tedious, boring tends to work,” Brennan pointed out to her.
            “Hmm, if you say,” she replied, scratching Gabriel behind the ears. “I just thought since he was a mad fucking genius he would have caught on to boring ages ago!” She looked to Walter. “Gabriel needs a walk.”
            The three left the two there watching them.
            “You know, she might have a point,” Brennan said softly to her partner. “Pelant might very well see this coming.”
            “In part,” he told her. “But I’m telling you, Bones, we have him with what we found and this time he is going down.”
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            Pelant was found and taken into custody in the middle of the next day. When he was put into interview, Sweets was in observation with Brennan, Maggie, and Walter. Maggie moved closer to one of the screens, looking intently at his hands.
            Pointing to them, she murmured, “The cut.”
            Walter went over and looked at them as well. “That small thing?”
            “What about the cut?” Sweets asked, looking as well.
            “It’s the beginning of the slowing of his clock,” she told him, looking at the chairs. Making a noise at the back of her throat, she went over to the rear of the small room and slid down the wall. Sitting on the floor, she stared at the screens. It was in the middle of it all that she leapt up, exclaiming, “Don’t let him touch anyone in there! Call HASMAT!”
            “What is it?” Sweets asked her.
            “Look at his right palm,” she told him. “There’s something in his palm that he just smeared there a moment ago. He’s not nearly as smooth as he thinks he is, Doctor.”
            Sweets smiled. “Thank you.”
            She blinked at him. “Earn it.” She looked to Walter, shaking her head. “Impatient baby mind doctors.”
            Walter smirked at this, seeing Sweets deflate slightly. Leaning over, he whispered, “Next time, don’t react. Accept it without thanks.”
            Maggie leaned over next and added, “By doing so, you are acknowledging that the respect is your due. Anything like you’ve just expressed shows a lack of confidence and maturity that have others seeing you as less than qualified.”
            Both Walter and Maggie moved away from him, leaving him staring at them both in awe.

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