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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 Two

They didn’t know exactly when she had escaped, but once they did everyone went on alert within the state. Trouble was that by the time they took note of her absence, she was already down in Florida. It was on an absent stretch of highway that Maggie pulled over with the sun just peaking over the horizon that she poured gas over the car she had stolen and set it ablaze.
“They’ll find her now,” she said aloud. “Our poor little broken gypsy girl, Leo. And soon they’ll find you too. Sorry I lost the pieces for so long. Need Walter to help me sort them out. Bye, Leo! Bye, my girl!”
And proceeded to walk down the highway towards where Walter was being held.
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Lance ran into Booth’s office, a look of stark terror on his face. “Maggie escaped! We have to find her!”
“What?” He jumped to his feet. “How did that happen? Just what kind of place are they running if the loons are able to vanish so easily?”
“Zack is a genius and Maggie is…Maggie.” Swallowing thickly he added, “And Walter is Walter.”
Booth stopped in his tracks, turning to look at him. “What was that about Walter and is this the same Walter I think you’re speaking about?”
“More than likely, yes,” he said and rushed on with, “Maggie broke him out. He was still in a catatonic state! No one thought to put security on him!”
“Damn,” he muttered, and rushed out of the office to hunt down the transportation they would need to get to Florida.
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Walter blinked, looking around at the swirls of color and movement. Blinking everything came into focus.
“Bout time you woke up,” came from next to him.
Walter looked over to see Maggie playing solitaire next to him on a TV tray. He leaned over and poked the petite woman next to him, making her giggle.
“Stop! You know I’m ticklish!”
“You’re really here?” She didn’t answer, but looked over at him. “You’re here?” She nodded. His arms went around her and hugged her, kissing her temple. “God, sunshine, you are a sight for these sore eyes.” But then looked around. “Just where are we?”
“At the nexus!” She pulled back, looking at him with excitement shining in her eyes. “All are here!”
“Who?”
“Max, Christine, and Bones.” She held up one finger and then another, “Booth and Sweets—What kind of name is that?”
“Haven’t a clue,” he muttered. “Anyone else?”
“Other than us? The killer.” He looked to her sharply. “Close like a shark. Hunting in deep waters. Went after a guppy though, can’t understand that much.”
“What guppy?” he inquired, looking around them now on the alert.
“Zackaroni. Zack-attack. Z-Man. King of the lab. Dr. Brennan’s friend who did wrong.” She moved closer to him. “Poor Pinocchio. He so did want to be a real boy.”
“What was he—a guppy or a puppet?”
“A little of both I fear,” she murmured. “Used and now gone.” Looking over to Walter, she told him, “We need money.”
“I’m thinking,” he told her. “How much time do we have?”
“Brennan will be here shortly. Within the next five minutes with her father and baby. We have another two minutes until Booth arrives with Lance and chances are we’ll both be arrested on site.”
“And the killer?”
“Swimming deep waters,” she murmured, looking at the beach and then pointed out towards where he should be.
He looked at her and pointed the other way. “You have dyslexia when it comes to directions, sunshine.”
Smiling at him, she said, “Yeah, but I found you, didn’t I?”
Grinning back at her, he went over and sat down next to her. Taking her hand lacing his fingers through hers, he asked, “Still have Adele going through that head of yours?”
“Yeah, and I used to like that song too,” she sighed disappointedly.
“Click up Credence Clearwater would you?”
“Sorry the closest I’m getting is the Eagles.”
“That works.” Kissing her hand, he asked, “Have a hat?”
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Booth could hardly believe his eyes. Maggie was sitting next to Walter both singing “Hotel California” in perfect harmony as their audience tossed money into a hat in front of them. It got to the end and Walter leapt to his feet got the money and pulled Maggie from her seat, vanishing in the crowd.
“Damn!” He tried to rush after them, but ended up colliding with…
“Brennan?” He caught a tight hold of her. “Oh my God! Tempie.” He hugged her hard, kissing her face as he wept with relief. “Where the hell have you been?”
“Hiding,” she told him, crying now as well. “I’ve missed you so much!”
“Where’s the baby?” he asked, alarmed that she wasn’t in her arms.
“Right here,” Max said, bouncing the baby girl.
“Christine!” The baby now toddler grinned at him, holding her arms out to him. “That’s my baby girl!” He took her into his arms as well without releasing Brennan. “I missed my girls so much.” He kissed both of them, repeatedly, looking over to Max, who waved hello to him. He relaxed a bit, saying, “It’s even good to see you.”
Laughing Max murmured, “Thanks.”
“What are you doing here in Florida?” Brennan asked him, as he moved them out of the crowd.
“You’re never going to believe me,” he told her, but just then a rental car blew past them in the parking lot with the woman in the passenger seat waving at them.
“Who was that?” Brennan asked. “And why does it seem like she knows you?”
“She does. That was Maggie,” he said tightly. “And the man driving was Walter.”
“The Finder?” she asked startled. “When did he get out of the hospital?”
“When she broke him out,” he muttered, pulling out his cell phone.
“Wonder why she looked so happy?” Max inquired.
“Because they just stole my rental car,” he muttered, dialing Sweets number.
“Oh thank God! I’m in the trunk of the car!” Sweets rushed out. “They jumped me and before I knew what was happening I was in the trunk…” It sounded like there was a scuffle and before Booth knew it Maggie was on the phone, “Hi, Booth. Did you find your mate?”
“Yes. Did you hurt Sweets?” he asked, all business.
“No, he’s just a baby mind doctor. Harmless, when you think of it. Okay, now that you found your fire, you have to find the guppy. This will make your woman very sad. But it’s a mistake the killer made and it will free her. Find this phone and you’ll find him. Go!” She tossed the phone out the window, over the bridge to the water below within feet of where the remains of Dr. Zack Addy lay.
“Why toss the phone? I wanted to make a phone call…”
“Isabel isn’t in Florida anymore.” He went silent, as he rubbed at his lower lip and jaw. “She didn’t ring true.” His eyes shot over to her for a second. “Didn’t stick like glue. Wasn’t made for the long haul.”
“Where is she?” he asked, his voice low.
“Los Angeles,” she told him. “Making a new start. Can we stop to eat soon?”
“Yeah, soon,” he said quietly. “You like Cuban food?”
“Only with beer.”
“Just the way God intended,” he sighed. “I’m going to take you to one of the best restaurants ever!” He looked into the rearview mirror and said to Sweets, “And if you behave yourself, young man, I might even feed you too!”
“You two should be back at your hospitals!” he exclaimed. “You’re both…”
“Gag him!” he snapped.
Maggie jumped into the back and ripped the shirt off of Lance. Tearing it into strips she bound it around his mouth. Shaking her head, she murmured, “If you could have just not lectured!” She stroked his face. “I’ll see what I can do about getting you food too. Okay?” He nodded. Smiling, she patted his face and went back up to the front. But as soon as she was buckled up again, she sniffled and tried to hold back tears. “He’s been hurt something awful. Scars on his back.”
His eyes flicked over to her, worrying his lower lip. “We need to find Leo.”
This only had her crying all the harder and he had no idea why.
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“…Yes, you found it?” Booth’s face lost all its animation. “Don’t worry about identification.” He looked at Brennan. “Send the body to the Jeffersonian along with the samples of the soil and water.” He hung up. “They found a body near the phone like she said it would be.”
Brennan’s brow furrowed. “Then it’s logical to say that she was the one to kill this poor individual…”
“Trust me when I say that there is nothing logical about this woman,” he muttered, just as his phone rang again. “Booth.”
“Seeley!” Sweets whispered into the pay as you go cell phone even as he was yanking down on the too small belly shirt he was given to wear. “It’s me! Don’t hang up! I’m in the middle of Little Havana!”
“Did they let you go?” he asked, grabbing his weapon and badge.
“No, that’s the thing! They stopped to eat and they think I’m in the bathroom…”
“No we don’t,” came from Maggie passing him to go to the restroom herself. “We can see you from the table.”
Sweets looked over to Walter who saluted him with a beer. “The name of the restaurant is ¡Mamasita’s Cassita! Tell him to bring the family. Best damn Cuban food in town!”
“I guess everyone’s invited,” Lance said flatly. “Did you find what she sent you…”
“Yeah, they just found him,” Booth muttered. “Do you think…”
“It has to be,” he replied. “See you when you get here.”
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Maggie ate quietly next to Walter, who was telling a story about twins who weren’t twins. All in all a very funny story, she thought as she looked over to see Booth coming in next to a statuesque brunette holding a baby and an older man whose eyes swept over the place quickly.
“They’re here,” she murmured, nodding towards them. “She thinks I’m a fake.”
“Ahh, sunshine, don’t take it seriously! She thinks I’m a fake too and I found her seventh grade science award for her.” That had her smiling again. He turned to look at them. “Booth! Long time no see!”
“You’re supposed to be in a psychiatric prison.” He looked over to Maggie who waved. “Both of you.”
“And your woman’s supposed to be in the pen and her Dad is a killer. No one’s perfect,” Maggie replied. “Sit down. The meal is getting cold.”
“I’m a vegetarian,” Brennan said as she looked at the food.
Maggie handed a plate of Moros y Cristianos. “I asked. They use vegetable stock and canola oil.”
“But you didn’t know I was…”
“Sometimes, Joy, you have to take things at face value.” She looked to Brennan’s father who had looked at Maggie sharply at her using his daughter’s birth name. “Isn’t that right, Matthew?”
“Do we know each other?” he asked, his eyes narrowing.
“Not until this moment,” she replied. “Why? Do you think I’m famous? I get that a lot. I think it’s my crazy showing.” Looking out the window. “Do you think it’s going to rain soon?”
Walter looked over to her. “Tired?” She nodded. “I have a fountain that sounds like rain at home.”
“Okay,” she murmured and went back to eating.
Booth looked from one then the other. “Do you two know each other?”
They looked at each other and back to him. “Why?” they asked together.
“No! Not going there!” Booth snapped, looking at them both.
“Everyone calm down,” Lance ordered them. “Maggie, you need to stop this playing around of yours.”
Maggie looked over to Walter. “I like him.”
Frowning Walter muttered, “We’re not keeping him.”
“Baby mind doctors grow up to be so boring,” she told him, resting her head on his shoulder. When he looked down at her, she fluttered her eyes playfully, which had him laughing.

TBC...
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