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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 Eighteen

            HASMAT was called and Pelant was cleaned within an inch of his life. It was still a concern that he may had passed off the biohazard, but they were nearly sure that they had gotten it all.
            He was dressed in scrubs and placed back into a different interview room, as the last one was being thoroughly cleaned. He sat there, his emotionless mask in place. There was a slight superior smirk on his lips as he sat there across from Booth.
            “So have you seen Dr. Brennan lately?” he asked him casually.
            “Yes, as a matter of fact I have,” he answered. “Have you seen your mother lately?”
            This threw Pelant, who just blinked at the other man.
            “I have and she doesn’t look at all good.” He pulled out the photo of her corpse, putting it on the table. “She must have looked slightly fleshier the last time you saw her.” Pelant’s face twitched at this. “So tell me, when you were going out for that apprenticeship with Gormogon did you ever imagine the collection you made up for him to prove your worth would be turned around and used against you?”
            Pelant’s eyes went wide.
            “Yeah, we found it all,” he told him, standing up. “And this time, there won’t be accepting a crazy plea or letting you out early—given you just exposed an entire office of the F.B.I. to an antibactiral resistant form of strep.” He picked up the file. “You’re going down this time for good. Enjoy the ride.”
            Maggie was out in the hallway with Walter speaking to Brennan, who insisted that she wanted to watch Pelant during his walk into his new life of solitude in prison. Pelant was pulled out of the interview room when he caught sight of not only Brennan, but Maggie, Walter, and Gabriel.
            “Who are you?” They all just stared at them. “Who are you!”
            Gabriel growled at him. Maggie let out a short sharp hiss that had the dog going silent and waiting for an order.
            She walked towards him, her gray eyes hard as she did so. Stepping over to him, she breathed, “Zackary sends his regards.”
            Those words had him exploding out and attempting to get at her only to be stopped by her using all of her fingers bundled to a point to jab him in his throat. While he was falling to his knees trying as he might to get a breath, she walked away to Walter.
            “Where did you learn to do that?” Brennan asked, watching as they dragged the man away.
            “The circus,” she told her. “Some of those wise men of the mystic east really know what they’re talking about.”
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            The staff of the Jeffersonian went very quiet at the news that they had just received. Pelant, in his quest to make Brennan his next victim, had infected himself with the antibacterial resistant strain of strep that he had created via a cut on his hand that he didn’t know he had. He was currently in the hospital and from what the doctors were saying the man was going to be experiencing a very long, very painful death. It was over. Pelant was, or more accurately would be, no more.
            Maggie watched as the group, as a whole, seemed to release a long breath and sag into their chairs. Their personal and professional trial had ended and like many a long journey, the travelers were left tired. Walter slipped his hand over hers, rubbing her knuckles.
            “Soon,” she whispered. “Very soon.” Looking over to him, she tried to smile. “We both need to be patient now.”
            Squeezing her hand, he nodded and relaxed into the seat he was sitting in and prepared himself to wait.
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            One thing that Maggie hadn’t seen coming, was more than likely one of the most important. WitSec and the U.S. Marshals charged in full force into the vacuum that was left over by Pelant. It was a meeting with the F.B.I. and Caroline Julian were able to put them into respective their places. Maggie’s aunt even went so far as to ask why they were so peeved. She had told them that he had done their jobs and that they should be damn glad she didn’t take a closer look at cases of this sort in the future.
            Eventually they gave up the ghost, even going so far as to declare that Walter was more trouble than he was worth. Maggie, who was sitting quietly this entire time clinging to Walter’s hand leaned over.
            “You are so worth the trouble,” she said to him. “You are worth more than salt.”
            That had a few others around them frowning in confusion. Walter, though, got it. Lifting her hand, he kissed the back of it.
            With his bright blue eyes sparkling, he murmured, “So are you, Magdalena.”
            When told about the meeting, Seeley ended with, “And she told Walter that he was worth more than salt. Salt?! What kind of thing is that to say?”
            Brennan nodded and said, “It makes perfect sense. Salt has always been highly valued just as much as, if not more than, jewels or gold in many ancient cultures.”
            Booth frowned and looked over to Maggie, who was currently juggling three mugs as she was listening to Walter talking about how much better he was at speaking to horses now. “But how would she have known that?”
            Maggie caught all three mugs easily, putting them down on the nearest table. Turning to Booth, she said, “‘Salt: A World History’ by Mark Kurlansky. It’s a very good book.”
            “Maggie is correct,” Brennan said. “That is a very good book.”
            Looking over to Walter, he asked, “You read it?”
            “No,” he told him, picking up the mugs and began to juggle them, but grinned wickedly and said, “Maggie read it to me.”
            “Why is that making you smile?” Booth asked.
            “Who wouldn’t smile about having their woman reading to them naked?” he asked him, caught the mugs, put them down, and scooped up his wife. “Direct us to the nearest bed, sunshine!”
            Laughing, she cried, “Right!”
            Of course, he went left.
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            Between Caroline and Booth they were able to pull together what they needed against the judge and the clerk that had been paid off to fake the paperwork that had put Maggie into the prison mental hospital. Now that they knew that much, they needed to trap the judge and the clerk in their lies. Trouble was that they didn’t know exactly how to do that.
            “I was dragged around to so many places those first days,” Maggie told them. “On top of everything else, I was drugged out of my mind. I don’t know if I met these men or not.” She looked at the pictures of them. “I wish I could say one way or the other. It’s a giant tangle of images in my head that are even less clear to me than my visions.” She snorted. “And that’s saying something.”
            “Chances are that you didn’t see them,” Booth said, looking at where both Judge Ernest Harold and his clerk Lucas Green really were at the time the court trial supposedly took place. “I doubt they ever even came close to meeting you. To both of them, you’re only a name…” He grinned, looking over to Walter. “I have an idea.”
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            “For this to work, you need to not wiggle so much when you walk.” Booth’s words just had Maggie frowning in confusion. “Most women around here don’t walk like you do.”
            She looked over to Walter. “What is he talking about?”
            “You have a walk that is pure sin,” he told her. “It’s one of the many things I love about you, but that’s for another time. For this trap you’re going to have to move around like you have a stick up your…”
            “No!” she snapped. “That’s just wrong!”
            “They’ll take too much notice of you if you move around like you usually do,” Booth told her. “You have to stiffen up a bit. Your ass can’t move as if you’re trying to bump both sides of the hall!”
            “Oh that!” Walter said. “She comes by that naturally. I don’t know if she even thinks about it.”
            “People think about how they walk?” she asked, getting up and walked from one side of the hall to the other as if it were a runway.
            Walter and Booth both went over, watching her as she walked. Walter bit his lower lip and was making a small noise in the back of his throat at the sight of her natural sensual gate.
            “She needs to walk like a cop,” Booth muttered. “No cop I know of walks like that!”
            Brennan joined them and watched as Maggie was attempting to change how she walked with little to no success. She went over to her and murmured, “Pretend to walk like me.”
            “Can I see you walk?” she asked.
            Brennan walked for her, which caught Seeley’s attention.
            “That’s so…restrained,” Maggie said, not liking it at all. “It makes my ass hurt just watching it.”
            Maggie tried walking like Brennan, but ended up looking like she was shuffling after a bender. It was awkward and stumbling in places and looked as uncomfortable as it felt.
            “Why don’t you ask me to do your taxes?” Maggie muttered, as she tried to walk in a more restrained fashion yet again. “It would be easier.”
            “Maybe if she were wearing a uniform with the proper shoes?” Walter suggested. “Maggie walks differently barefoot than she does with shoes.”
            “How?” Brennan asked.
            Smiling he said, “She bounces more!” Laughing he rushed over to Maggie, swinging her up into his arms and making her laugh as he crowed, “Oh baby, that’s what I like!”
            Booth cursed and went off to get the uniform with shoes for her.
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            It had taken nearly an hour, but when they were done Maggie was managing to move as if she were a competent FBI agent. It had been while she was learning how to walk in what she saw to be a rather uptight manner that she taught several of the women who were going to be pretending to be her how to walk.
            One woman couldn’t seem to get it at all. Maggie went over to her and whispered to her. Red flooded the woman’s face, but sure enough when she walked the next time she had the correct stride.
            “What did you tell her?” Booth asked her.
            “I really can’t say,” she murmured, but pulled Walter down and whispered it to him.
            “Oh that’s good!” he said standing up straight. “Excellent.” He looked over to Booth. “I’ll tell you later.”
            Just before the judge and his court clerk were about to arrive, Booth pulled Walter aside and asked him, “Come on! I’m dying here. What did she tell her?”
            Laughing he said, “Told her to imagine that her lover just nailed her against the wall and that she was walking to the bedroom knowing it was going to happen again because she knows her lover can’t take their eyes off of her ass.”
            “Wow,” he breathed. “Is that what she thinks about when…”
            Shaking his head no, Walter told him, “She doesn’t think about it. She’s never had to. That walk of hers came with the package.”
            “I hate to sound redundant, but wow,” he said. “You all set?”
            “Yeah, how about you?” he asked.
            He nodded, going into step next to Maggie who was in full uniform and walking in time with Booth. “Are all the women prepared for the line up, Agent Sherman?”
            “Yes, sir,” she said. “They’re in the second conference room awaiting your go.”
            “Good,” he murmured. Flicking a look over to her, he asked, “Nervous?”
            “It’s my first case, sir,” she answered. “Of course I am.” But she shot him a smile. “But it should prove to be fun, as well. Good luck, sir.”
Smiling this time, he said, “Thank you, Agent Sherman.”

TBC...
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