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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 Four

            Maggie slept for the good part of sixteen hours. Walter would come and go, checking on her. One time he took a nap with her when it looked like she was having a nightmare.
            Brennan was quiet, mourning for her one time assistant and friend. She, for the most part, went through the motions of tending her daughter. Booth meanwhile was calling, planning with others at the Jeffersonian.
            “We’re coming!” Camille told him. “What work that can be done here is done, Seeley. You’ll need us there. That way you don’t have to ship anything and we’ll have time on our side.”
            And so three hours later they started to troop in. Angela ran and hugged Brennan, as Hodgins strolled in quietly holding their son Michael who was sleeping in his arms and greeted Booth.
            Over on the back porch Maggie murmured in her sleep, “The little fast beat is here with his mama Pearlie and his daddy the rich slime man.”
            “That’s good, sunshine,” Walter told her, walking past her with the laundry she had started earlier. “Sleep.”
            Camille arrived an hour after Angela and Hodgins. Everyone was given a room or trailer with clean bedding. Walter had a hard time thinking of allowing someone to sleep in Leo’s room, but found a do not enter sign on it that hadn’t been there before that must have been posted by Maggie. Knowing that it was only one of two rooms within the bar available with only three other trailer homes outback he removed the sign, stepping into it. There was nothing of the big man left there. Not even the smell of him was left in the air. This made him feel sad even as he turned to Dr. Saroyan.
            “Here you go.” He opened up the windows, letting in some air. “Leo complained a bit about the bed, but something tells me he wouldn’t have been happy with anything as nothing would have been big enough for him.”
            “Thanks,” she said, putting down her suitcase.
            “The bedding is drying now,” he told her. “And food is on the way. Want a drink?”
            “Coffee if you have it?” she asked.
            “It’ll be made shortly, I’m sure.” He looked out the door over to Booth. “Coffee?”
            “Getting there,” he muttered, as he was putting together a large coffee maker.
            “Thanks!” Turning to Cam he said, “Told you. Soon.” Maggie walked behind him towards the storage area. “Pardon me.” And he rushed after her. “Booth is getting the coffee done. You need rest!”
            Cam watched as Walter walked out of the storage area with his arm around the petite woman’s shoulders and the coffee container in his other arm.
            “Make sure he doesn’t put too much coffee,” she mumbled against his chest. “I don’t want hair on the bottom of my feet just from the smell of it.”
            “Not up to me,” he said, handing the coffee over to Booth and kept going to his own room this time. Lying her down on the bed, he pulled the covers over her. He was about to get the doll, when Brennan handed it to him.
            “It’s lovely,” she murmured.
            Walter nodded, tucking it close to Maggie’s chest.
            “She confuses me,” she admitted to Walter. “She speaks in riddles. How…” Brennan struggled with the words. “How can you even comprehend her?”
            He thought it over and then nodded out of the room. They went out back and Walter said, “People don’t all work in the head the same. I’ve learned that plenty over the years and I would be pretty shocked if you didn’t say the same too.”
            “True, everyone is different, but she doesn’t even come close to what anyone would deem normal!”
            “Are you normal?” he asked quietly. “Is Angie or Booth? Is your father? What is normal?” He made her look him in the eyes as he murmured, “Normal is what we make of it. Anything else is inconsequential.” He stepped back from her and said, “How she sees the world it’s like a puzzle. Each situation, the big picture, if you will, has pieces, but they aren’t put together. She finds the pieces and tells anyone that is willing to listen just what that is. It’s riddles, because that’s the way she interprets it.”
            “But you grasp what she’s saying!” she exclaimed, making him nod slowly. “I am unfamiliar with this feeling of being adrift in misunderstanding and ignorance. It’s very uncomfortable for me.”
            “How long have you been speaking English?”
            Frowning Brennan replied, “All my life.”
            “Spanish?”
            “Since college.”
            “I’ve been speaking ‘Maggie speak’ since I was fifteen. Give yourself a break. It is not for novices.”
            “But I’m a genius,” she said.
            “Even geniuses can live in ignorance,” Walter informed her. “You who has the social grace of a rhino in a china shop should understand as much.”
            “I’ve gotten much better over the years,” she said to him.
            This made him smile. “That’s why I didn’t say an elephant.”
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            When Maggie finally did wake up the next morning, she sat up straight in bed next to Walter snapping out, “New piece!”
            “That’s great, sunshine. You think it over while I sleep some more,” he mumbled as he drifted back to sleep.
            “Breakfast?”
            “Food’s in the kitchen. We went shopping.”
            She got up and went over to the kitchen. By the time she was finished up cooking, Booth was up. Handing him a coffee black, she went back to work on some tea for herself and whoever else wanted it. Absently set tea or coffee in front of the people that showed up. Next she was putting cereal in front of Brennan along with the almond milk, a bowl of fruit and a plate of French fries in front of Angela, and a full English in front of Booth. A coffee with a sugar substitute was placed firmly into Cam’s hand.
            When Sweet’s got over from the trailer, he said, “I think the place I’m staying went through a hurricane!”
            “This is Florida, Sweets,” Booth told him. “They’ve been known to happen a time or two here.”
            “Here you go,” Maggie handed him a mug of hot tea. “Rope in the complaining. It’s too early.” She put a plate of food in front of him. “Eat!”
            “Excuse me, but how is it that this woman that I never met before in my life knows exactly how I take my coffee and my eggs?” Jack asked of the others there.
            “She’s a psychic,” Sweets announced.
            “There’s no such thing,” Brennan told him.
            “Honey, my breakfast trumps you,” Angie said, pointing it out to her. “French fries and a fruit plate?”
            “Everyone likes fries,” Brennan murmured, stealing one from her friend.
            “She knew how I took my coffee as well, Dr. Brennan,” Camille said.
            “A full English, Bones!” Booth told her. “I haven’t had one since we went to England!”
            Walter came over sleepily and was handed a root beer. He looked at it and then to Maggie.
            “Trying to tell me something, sunshine?” he asked, opening it and taking a sip. “Hmm, this is good!”
            “That you wanted a root beer,” she murmured, sitting down with her own overly large breakfast that sat between her and Walter. “Bacon?”
            “Thanks,” he said as he took it from her. “What’s the plan, gang?”
            “I-I have to look over Zack…” Taking a deep breath, Brennan was trying to control herself. “I have to look over his bones.”
            “Poor Pinocchio,” sighed Maggie. “Poor little guppy.”
            “What was that?” Hodgins exclaimed. “Zack wasn’t a guppy!”
            “But he was,” Maggie said, looking Jack in the eyes. “He never got to grow into his full potential. Foolish boy, listening to what he thought he wanted. But he should have known better!” She pointed to all the others as she went on with, “He knew to go to your wife or to you or any other of this group if he were of a mind to be set straight!” The silence was harsh, as they realized what she was saying and just how true it was. “But he bought the beans from which the tragedy grew and he had no one to blame for this but himself.” She looked to Walter. “Eggs?”
            “No thanks,” he said, picking up another strip of bacon. “I think I just invented a new food product! Root beer bacon?! Try it!” Maggie tried it and she gave him a thumbs up.
            Swallowing it, she said, “I’ll try making it that way next time. See how it goes.” Maggie looked to Hodgins. “Fully frozen turkeys bounce from the height you had dropped it from.” When his eyes went wide, she added, “Next time try seven stories or more.” She thought it over. “That would be so interesting to see from the…”
            “No,” Walter told her. “No it wouldn’t be. Just like seeing if what they say about dropping a penny from a skyscraper to see if it could achieve terminal velocity isn’t a good idea. What did we agree to?”
            “To leave stupid stunts to the professionals,” she said, sounding bored. “And never to drive ever unless you’re too much in a coma to care.”
            His eyes narrowed. “You drove?”
            “How do you think I got to Florida?” Rolling her eyes, she muttered, “Certainly not walking!” She looked at Walter’s watch. “A new nexus is forming. People are watching this place. There are several groups gathering for the spectacle to come.”
            “Who are they and when will they be here?” Walter asked, his voice low.
            “Some will watch and wait. They aren’t a concern for now. It’s a couple of others that might prove…” She looked into his blue eyes, her eyes flashing with anger as she leapt up and spun around to face a young man that was beginning to back away from the large table. “Timo Proud, so help you God if you run, I will hunt you down.” He stopped moving away. She pointed to the chair she had just vacated. “Get over here and sit down.”
            He walked over slowly, taking her seat. “Hi, Aunt Maggie.”
            “Don’t you ‘Aunt Maggie’ me,” she growled, ripping his hat off of his head, slamming it into his chest. “Show a bit of respect.”
            “Yes, ma’am,” he muttered, head lowering.
            “Have you eaten?” she asked him, trying to control her anger. “Well, have you?”
            “No, ma’am.”
            “Okay, I’m going to make you breakfast and afterwards you’re going to clean that kitchen stem to stern. And if by that time I’ve gotten my temper in check, you are going to tell me what the fuck you were thinking by telling Shad that Willa ran.” Taking a deep breath, she let it out and left for the kitchen, slamming the door as she went.
            The screaming and the sound of pots and pans being thrown, hitting walls radiating loudly.
            “What I want to know is why you came here at all,” Walter stated, looking to Timo.
            “I heard things,” he said casually, looking to the others there. “Hey.”
            They all sort of said hello to him.
            “What things?” he asked, sounding hard. “Spill.”
            “I heard Maggie was here,” he told Walter, looking sad. “I have to set things straight with her! I didn’t want her putting the evil eye on me!”
            There was a particularly loud crash, making them all wince.
            “Considering how she’s making you breakfast and just how loud it’s getting in there, receiving the evil eye from your aunt should be the last thing you’re worried about,” Booth told him.
            “Why is she so angry?” Brennan asked, looking to Timo. “Wasn’t Willa the young girl that worked here?” She looked over to Jack who nodded that it was. “Why would she be so upset over this business…”
            Booth blanched. “Oh my God.” He looked to Sweets. “ ‘My gypsy girl is a broken doll’.” He looked to Timo. “Willa was her daughter, wasn’t she?”
            “I don’t know…” Walter hit him in the shoulder. “Okay! Okay! Willa was her daughter! Had her young—like when she was fifteen, I think.”
            “She was thirteen,” Walter whispered, looking towards the kitchen when it went silent.
            Sweets cursed, looking over to Timo. “You know what happened to her, don’t you?”
            “Willa? No! She vanished. But Uncle Shad told me that she was as good as dead if she was found.”
            Maggie came over with a bowl, cereal, and milk. Slamming each on the table in front of him. Without a word, she turned heel and left to the backyard.
            Clearing his throat, Timo asked, “Does anyone have a spoon I can use?”
            Throwing his spoon at him, Walter went after Maggie.

TBC...
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