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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 Three

            Maggie was sweeping inside, as Walter pulled out the for sale sign from the front yard. Sweets, with a need of something to do, was dusting the bar, while Max took care of the tables. Booth cleaned up a few chairs, guiding Brennan over to one where she could get off of her feet.

            “This is so unlike Leo,” he muttered, looking over to Maggie who coughed with the dust.

            “Have to go in order,” Maggie told him. “Hopscotching around doesn’t help anyone. First the guppy than we move on to the next.” She stopped, blinking with her head tilted just so. “Mmm, very nice here. I can hear the sea. Lovely place for sleeping warriors to come, yes?”

            “Yes,” Walter murmured, looking over to Booth. “Can we talk outside?”

            Booth nodded, whispering to Brennan, “I’ll be right back.”

            “I’ll keep an eye on her,” Maggie told him. “Baby needs a crib!”

            “I’m getting it!” Walter called out.

            All of them were quiet, as the airing out and basic cleaning continued to go on. It wasn’t until five minutes later that Brennan said, “I’m not going to run away again.”

            Maggie looked over to her, her solemn grey eyes looking at her as she murmured, “You’re the kind that rings true and sticks like glue. But everyone has a breaking point. Don’t let Pelant find that. Stop showing him your neck!” It was with a bit of a huff that she turned and walked away to clean somewhere else.

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            “Do you know where Leo is?” Walter asked as soon as they were out of range of Maggie’s keen hearing. “This isn’t like him!” He held out his hands to indicate the mess that was the backyard. “This doesn’t make sense!”

            “I haven’t a clue where he is,” Booth told him. “That’s the God’s honest truth. I haven’t heard word one from him since the last time I was down here on that job.”

            “Okay, what about Willa?”

            Shaking his head, Booth wished he had something, anything to say to the man. “From what I was able to find out from her parole officer, she fell off the map the same time you went under.”

            Nodding he said, “Not a shocker that one.” He flicked a look over to the bar and saw Maggie taking bedclothes over to the washer. “She knows, but she won’t tell me. It had her crying.” His face went hard. “Hate that.”

            “How the hell do you know her?” Booth asked him. “It wasn’t like you were held at the same mental hospital.”

            “No, we weren’t,” he murmured. “It's hard to explain and even harder to talk about.” Walter looked over to Seeley. “We just know each other. It’s the screwiest damn thing. When I’m with her, it’s like I don’t need to find anything. It just stops.”

            “And for her?”

            “She trusts me,” he said. “That means a lot. She doesn’t trust anyone.” They watched as she muttered about the state of the washer as she walked away from it, grabbing a generator and heft it over to where she needed it. “How much would you trust if you had a brother that cut you for fun and a mom that wanted to sell you more than she wanted to see your face?” He looked over to Booth, horror shining in the other man’s eyes. “If what was done to those people was Maggie and if she had her head together, it would have been seen as self defense. You and I both know that.”

            “You still haven’t told…”

            “I find her,” he interrupted quietly. “I don’t do it on purpose. It just happens! And it’s been going on for a heck of a lot longer than when I went and got injured.” His head fell. “Didn’t understand it then. I thought it was just these weird dreams with a hot chick.” When Booth’s eyebrow lifted, he muttered, “Hey what did you expect? I was only fifteen when they started.”

            He sat down. “Afterwards, Maggie kept me from going over the edge, as nuts as that sounds. I wanted to tell Leo, but it wasn’t like I could speak about what was going on. Everyone already thought I was pretty fucked up as it is. Beer?”

            “No thanks,” Booth said quietly and watched as Maggie put down a beer in front of Walter.

            Chugging down half of her own, she complained, “Engines suck.”

            “That they do, Sunshine,” Walter told her.

            “Shark came to shore, looking for his patsy,” Maggie said. “Angry that things aren’t going to plan. He’s looking for her neck again.”

            “Patsy?” Booth looked over to Walter.

            “Allow me,” Walter said to which Maggie nodded. “The shark is the killer framing Brennan. The patsy is Brennan. And he’s looking for her neck to bite it, as that is what sharks do.” Maggie smiled and gave a nod.

            “Pelant is here in Florida?” Booth asked troubled, looked to them both.

            “Oh yeah, totally,” Walter confirmed. “And that body she helped you find, is someone that Brennan will care about what happened to.”

            “Zacko! Zackaroni! The king of the lab!” She stopped and looked at Walter, clearly confused. “Since when is any lab a kingdom?”

            He shrugged. “To each their own, sunshine.”

            “What’s a squint?” she asked of Booth. “And does that mean that they can’t see well?” Sipping on her beer, she looked at them both watching her. “I don’t like dwelling on sad secrets.”

            “Leo…”

            “Guppy, then my gypsy girl, and then your lion.” She rubbed her eyes, wanting to sleep. “You never did like rules, but if we go out of order, we can’t get all the sharks. And if we can’t get all the sharks, I wouldn’t be able to put my feet into a wading pool.” She sighed. “I like the smell of the ocean. You better see to Brennan and her father. They’re trying to leave.”

            Booth rushed to the front, leaving Walter and her alone.

            “You know you’re going to have to be the one to fix the engines?” She placed the part onto the table. “I rather made a mess of the first car looking for the starter.”

            “What about the other car?” he asked.

            She put several electrical connectors on the table next to the starter. “I didn’t have the time to hunt down the other one.”

            Chuckling he tapped his bottle to hers and waited to see what would happened next.

            Temperance Brennan came storming over and saw the pieces of both the cars in front of Maggie. “How dare you endanger me and my family by keeping us here against our wills?!”

            Walter saw the quick flickering of Maggie’s eyes and whispered, “Line that jagged edge with velvet.”

            She barely spared Walter a glance as she whispered harshly, “Is that what you think you’re doing by running like a coward?” The words slashed at Brennan, making her flinch. “You close your eyes hoping that the places you run just may help hide you. One never gets far running with closed eyes. And if you checked, you’d know you had already walked into the shark’s jaws.” Standing she walked up to Temperance. “Oh yes, smart woman saving all by running on a treadmill and getting nowhere fast. Allow me to give you some words of wisdom. That girl and that man of yours deserve better if this is how you behave under stress.”

            “I-I don’t understand what you’re saying!” Brennan exclaimed. “You speak in riddles…”

            “Ladies…Please?” Walter got up and went over to Temperance. “She just told you that you’re running in circles and almost walked into—Pelant?” He looked to Maggie, who nodded. “Pelant’s trap.”

            “He’s not here!” Brennan exclaimed.

            “Yes, he is,” came from Booth behind her.

            Brennan spun around to face his steely gaze.

            “I just got confirmation of that. And the official I.D. of the body. It’s been…” He folded slightly. “I’m so sorry, Bones. It’s Zack.”

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            Brennan had crumpled. Booth caught her easily, taking her to the privacy of one of the bedrooms. All of her plans had been for nothing and she more than likely had endangered more people in the offing. Max angry over what was happening looked over to Maggie who was now playing with her hair.

            “Is she crazy or something?” Max asked.

            “Or something,” Walter answered, his blue eyes hard as he said so. “It’s also been over twenty-four hours since she’s slept…”

            “Fifty-six,” she corrected him absently still looking over her hair. “Fifty-six hours, thirty-nine minutes, and counting.” She dropped her hair. “Was that a plane?”

            “Yes, sunshine, that is a Cessna,” Walter told her. “And why haven’t you been sleeping before the big escape?”

            “Planning takes time,” she murmured. “Not only for me, but you. Getting you out was simple, but for me there was more.” She looked over to Max. “Did you run so long that now that’s all you know how to do?” She shook her head. “Not wise of the crazy old fox you are, but seeing as you were so scared for your baby it’s understandable.”

            Looking over to Walter, he said, “I actually understood that.”

            Walter smiled. “Scary, huh?”

            “I need rain,” she breathed. “And a doll would be nice.”

            “Coming right up!” He rushed over to his safe.

            “So tell me, Max, I have to know,” Maggie said, looking very curious as she asked, “Is that trick with a pickle running a clock real?”

            “Yeah, it is,” he murmured. “You can even do it with a lemon.”

            “Get out of here! Really?” She looked over to Walter who was coming over with the fountain. “Wow! Did you hear that! That is cool!” She laughed, her body slowing as she walked over to a lounge, lying down on it even as Walter put the water feature next to the small woman. “Thought they were like what you said about the moon landing, Walter. Like a myth or something made up. Nice to know there’s a way to run a clock in bad weather, huh?”

            “Yeah, it’s called rechargeable batteries,” Walter told her, making the woman laugh sleepily.

            Walter covered Maggie up. “Are you sure you want to sleep here? You might be more comfortable inside.”

            “It’s been a long time since I’ve felt the wind on my face while I slept,” she murmured, her eyes slipping shut as he pressed the doll into her arms. Her eyes reopened and her face glowed with happiness at the sight of the doll.

            “A Raggedy Anne doll,” she breathed. “Thank you!” She kissed his cheek, gently and hugged the doll to her as she drifted off to sleep.

            Caressing her hair, he got up and went over to the same table as Max.

            “I must say that woman is the singularly most interesting person I’ve met in some time,” Max said quietly. “Doesn’t stop her from being nuts.” He smiled. “But honestly, I think that’s a point in her favor.”

            Walter nodded in agreement, wishing Leo were there to help him out. Letting out a weary sigh, he knew without a doubt that his best friend was dead. Just as dead as Willa was, he was sure. And Isabel, the woman who saw no choice but to leave him in a coma in a mental ward of a jail, she was now over in Los Angeles starting anew. He finished off his beer, looking around. Glancing over to Maggie, he stretched in his chair.
            He went over and spooned up next to Maggie, hugging her as surely as she was hugging that doll.

TBC...
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