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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 Five

            Walter found Maggie sitting and looking up to the sky. Pulling a chair over to sit next to her, he remained silent. They stayed that way for what felt like forever before she spoke.
            “I did the best I could by that girl,” she said, her voice hoarse from the screaming she had done. “I was no more than a baby myself when I had her and I knew they wouldn’t allow her out of the family. I gave her over to my sister, what with her being older than me and already out from under my mom’s thumb…”
            “I know,” Walter breathed.
            “I tried to give that girl of mine a better life than me,” she whispered. “And I failed.”
            “Shad failed,” he corrected her. “Not you, Maggie. Shad did…”
            Sweets ran from the bar stopping right in front of them. “Something just occurred to me!” He looked into Maggie’s sorrow filled eyes. “You didn’t kill Timo!”
            “Come again?” she inquired. “I thought that was a good thing.”
            “That is, but we are speaking about you…”
            “And?” she pressed.
            “And you had the chance to grab a knife…”
            She interrupted him dryly with, “Who says I didn’t?”
            “…and kill him! But you didn’t!”
            He looked to Walter who just blinked at him and demanded, “And?”
            “You didn’t kill the young man you hold responsible for your daughter’s death,” he said. “That says something to me.”
            “And that would be?” Maggie asked.
            “Given everything I just witnessed, it stands to reason that you didn’t kill your mother or brother either.”
            She looked over to Walter and together they both started clapping.
            “Bravo!” Walter said.
            “It’s about damn time someone put thought into that one,” came from Maggie. “Now if you can please excuse us, we need to speak alone.”
            “B-but…”
            “Sweets, please?” Maggie asked him, her sorrow filled eyes pressing him to leave them be.
            The psychiatrist left to go back into the house, seeing Booth at the backdoor watching them talking in whispers. He went over to him, muttering, “I don’t think she killed her mom and brother.”
            “Neither do I, but we have bigger fish to fry right now. We need to find Pelant and put him away before he does anything else to get Brennan thrown into jail.”
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            Timo sat across from Maggie, who was staring at him hard. He just finished cleaning the kitchen. She had made a right mess of it with her fury earlier and he had done more than his fair share of the clean-up but received help from the others there. Maggie had known that, but said nothing. What would be the point, she wondered as she pulled him out of the room and sat him down.
            “What were you thinking?” she breathed. “Please God, Timo, tell me.”
            Swallowing thickly, he breathed, “I wanted to marry Magda. Willa and I paid to get out of the marriage contract, but he said no. We tried everything.”
            “Really?” she asked, her voice emotionless as she asked, “Blackmail? Murder? Thievery from your kin?”
            Blushing he whispered, “So not everything. But it was all I could do. Okay?”
            “Keep talking,” she pressed.
            “I thought if he could see that I was a man…” she snorted at this cutting him off.
            “Shit! You’re lucky still to be breathing! To deal with him you got to be slicker than he thinks you are,” Maggie shook her head. “He doesn’t respect shit like that unless it falls into his favor and you know it. He’s killed for lesser reasons, Timo.”
            “I know,” he breathed, tears gathering in his eyes. “He married Magda off to my cousin Raul. There was nothing I could do to stop it.”
            She sat there studying him for a time before handing him a paper napkin. “It’s the way of things. You know it as well, if not better, than I do. As long as he’s in charge, it doesn’t matter. He’ll get his way until someone decides enough is enough.”
            He studied her for a moment. “Are you…”
            “No.” The single word was sharp and told him enough of what he had to know. “Only a fool or a madman would take on those odds.”
            He nodded to that and then asked, “So how was Alaska?”
            Tilting her head. “Alaska?”
            “Yeah, that’s where Uncle Shad told everyone you were,” he said. “So was it nice? Did it snow all the time?”
            “Tales told by a liar are worth less than dust,” she said absently and mostly to herself. “When are they expecting you back?”
            He looked at his watch. “I need to get going soon.”
            “Okay,” she said, standing. Hugging him, she whispered, “You can’t tell anyone that you came here and that I was here.” When he was going to protest, she stopped him by saying, “I’m saying to do so to keep you safe. I don’t want any more blood on my hands. Please, Timo, don’t tell anyone where you went, don’t volunteer information, and whatever you do don’t make up a story only a four year old would enjoy.”
            “Yes, ma’am,” he said, smiling shyly as she kissed both his cheeks.
            Patting his face lovingly, she whispered, “God be with you, Timo.”
            “You too, Aunt Maggie.” He took off before she could do or say anything more.
            “Now I’m more convinced than ever,” Sweets said over to Brennan. “There’s no way she killed her brother and mother.”
            “Was it investigated?” the scientist asked.
            “I was made her therapist well after the fact.”
            Just as Maggie was passing her, Brennan said, “I’m unfamiliar with your dialect of Romani.” The other woman just blinked at her, waiting for her to go on. “From what region is it from?”
            The other woman made a noise of irritation in the back of her throat and walked away.
            “That was rude,” she murmured, turning to Sweets once again.
            “That’s just the way she is about family,” he told her. “She doesn’t talk about them. Ever.” Blushing he said, “More than myself have tried and failed.”
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            That night it was Temperance and Angela who made the dinner along with Maggie who set the table. When Seeley saw that she had set an extra seat, he frowned as he walked over.
            “Expecting another piece of the nex-a-whatever?”
            “Nexus. Yes,” she said quietly, putting down the silver wear. “Did you get the documentation you needed that officially states Brennan, Walter and I are in your custody?”
            He shot her a look. “Yeah, just finished that up.”
            “Pelant will learn of this shortly.” She paused and thought it over. “In approximately twelve hours unless you kept it off the grid…” she looked to him and he nodded. “We have little over a day unless his bribes are amazing.”
            “How much time then?”
            “We might as well start digging graves then,” she told him. “I’m not partial to such, are you?” Maggie paused in what she was doing. “But seeing as he is as far behind Brennan as he is as of now, I would have to say that the chances of him being an excellent briber are very low.” She finished up with the last setting. “How does one handle a green eyed beast that is ready to eat your heart whole?”
            “What?” She snapped out of her thoughts at his question. “You asked about a green eyed beast.”
            Biting her lower lip, she said quietly, “The next part of the nexus was expected in a way. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
            “Jealousy?” Booth asked her to which she nodded. “Isabel is coming?”
            She looked over to him smiling. “I knew you were perceptive.”
            Laughing he told her, “Yeah, it’s sort of what I do for a living. But after hanging around the squints for so long, I can forget that sometimes—so thanks.”
            “Beer?” she asked him.
            “Yeah that would be great,” he said, as they went over to where Jack was on the computer Skyping with Wendell.
            She went behind the bar and handed him a beer along with Jack, who thanked her.
            “Hey Wendell, this is Maggie! The one I was telling you about,” Jack said, turning the computer around to face her even as she was opening up another beer.
            “Hey!” Wendell said waving. “Nice to meet you.”
            “You too,” she murmured. “Nothing personal, Wendell, but I really hate having my picture taken especially like this over the Internet. Please turn it back around.”
            “What? Afraid it’ll take your soul?” Jack joked.
            Something within her felt like it curled all the tighter at the comment. Before she could say or do anything Walter came over and shut the computer, glaring at him as he did so.
            “She doesn’t like it because most of her family is so tech savvy as to think they were college educated in it,” he told him. “They can break into this feed more easily than they can this bar. If it gets out that she’s here helping a bunch of people that aren’t her family, people that work for the government on top of all that, she won’t be the only one in danger.” He looked over to Maggie. “Did I hear you right? Isabel is coming?” She nodded. “Great.” He took the beer from her. “When do you think she’ll show?”
            “Your guess is as good as mine.” This had him frowning as he looked at her, but said nothing until she murmured, “Within the hour. She’s traveling from Miami Airport. Between traffic and the need to take pee breaks, it might take longer.”
            “Traffic can be a pain,” he muttered, sipping on his beer and walking away.
            Grabbing a bottle of tequila she told Booth, “I’ve never been inclined to do more than have a fit or two like you’ve already witnessed. But if it should happen as I think it might, I am asking for the supreme favor that you don’t shoot me if you can help it.” Ripping off the cork from the bottle. “May God help us because no one else will.”
            “Amen to that, sister,” They tapped bottles and she tilted the bottle back to take a swig when Walter took it from her.
            “You and tequila never mix well,” he told her. “Have a beer, have a whiskey, but you aren’t getting a tequila.” He put it up on the high shelf. “Don’t make me toss it out.” She loudly insulted him in Romani, storming away.
            “I’ll have you know neither of my parents were goats!” Walter yelled to her back as she left. Turning to look at Booth, he said, “Now that’s a woman that knows how to properly insult a person!”
            “Since when have you known how to speak Romani?” Booth asked him quietly.
            “Trust me when I tell you that when you can share headspace with a woman with a temper like hers, you’re going to be learning a hell of a lot of insults in their native tongue.”
            Even as he was grinning, Booth asked, “Why no tequila?”
            “It sharpens her jagged edge to the point where you look for physical injuries afterwards.”
            “Good plan,” Booth told him. “Emotions are running hot around here as it is.”
            When Maggie came back she muttered an apology. “I’m having an increasingly bad evening.”
            “What can be bad about having dinner with one’s friends where we can hear the ocean and enjoy life?” Walter inquired.
            “You mean other than Isabel pointing a gun at your back?” she asked flatly. They both spun around to see the U.S. Marshal pointing her gun straight at Walter. “I honestly thought the gun was enough for this evening to go to shit.” Walter looked to Maggie. “I could be wrong.”

TBC...
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