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Chapter Seven

Isabel left. There hadn’t been anything there for her to do once she had reported to her superiors. It wasn’t until she was on her way out that Maggie said word one to her.
“Congratulations,” she murmured. “You and your Logan will have a good life with your little girl.” She looked to her stomach and back up to her blushing face.
“Uh.” She looked over to Walter who was grinning.
“Oh yes,” Brennan said as she joined them. “I would have to say she’s about six weeks along.”
“How do you know that I’m…”
“She reads bodies,” Maggie answered. “I read minds. Between the two of us, there wasn’t a way on earth you were keeping that secret.” She frowned and turned to Brennan. “What’s a pelvic floor?”
It was while Brennan explained what a pelvic floor was to Maggie that Walter walked Isabel out to her rental car. By the time he got back, Maggie was looking at her hands oddly. She kept crisscrossing them back and forth.
“She told me she got tangled up in something in her head,” Brennan told him, when he looked over to her.
“What’s up, sunshine?” he asked Maggie. “Anything I can help you out with?”
“Am-bi-dex-something or other,” she muttered, switching her hands again.
“Ambidextrous,” Brennan murmured.
Maggie’s head popped up, looking to the scientist. “Are you right or left handed?”
“Right.”
“Pelant is that word you just told me.”
“Ambidextrous.”
Looking to Booth, she added, “Zack managed to do the one thing nothing or no one has done before in Pelant’s life. He pissed him off to the point of forgetting the most important thing—his plan.”
“Are you saying what I think you are?” Booth asked.
“Zack wasn’t a planned kill,” she told him. “He used the wrong hand.”
“I need to see the bones,” Brennan whispered, jumping up and leaving with Booth to go do that.
Leaning back against Walter’s shoulder, she lifted her left hand wiggling her fingers. “Shad took my ring.”
“I noticed,” he muttered, kissing her head. “Hold on. I might have something to use until I get your ring back.”
He rushed off to his vault with Hodgins who wanted to see how the combination lock worked. Sweets and Max were soon to follow. Maggie looked over to Cam and Angie, smiling as she did so.
“Who’s Daisy Wick and why should I be concerned that she’s missing her Lancelot?”
They looked to each other and back to her. “Did you read Sweets mind?” Angie asked her.
“No, sometimes I get random thoughts from other people. It’s like they come out of the blue and hit me right upside the head.” She looked to Camille and said, “It’s very disconcerting.”
“I bet,” she said, not quite sure what else to say.
“Can I use your cell phone?” she asked Cam who nodded.
She dialed the phone number and waited. “Lisbon’s Desk.”
“May I please speak to Pattie?” she asked and waited.
“Sorry, ma’am, there’s no Pattie here...” There was a pause as the person on the phone slapped away the hands of a person trying to take the receiver from her. “You have the wrong number."
“No, I don’t think so,” she murmured. “He’s sitting across from you and more than likely was the one trying to take the phone from you. Just hand him the receiver please.”
“Okay.” There was some talking and the phone was handed off to the next person. “Maggie, is it you?”
“Pattie,” she said with a grin. “It’s good to hear your voice.”
“Maggie!” He sounded relieved. “It’s been forever! I was beginning to worry about you,” he murmured. “How are you?”
“Okay,” she replied quietly. “Sorry to call your boss’s phone. Your cell was off and I knew there had to be a reason.”
“You didn’t even try it, did you?” he teased her.
“No, what would be the point if it’s off?” she shot back, making him laugh. “Are you taking care of yourself?”
“As best as I can. And you?”
“Getting there,” she assured him. “I have to get going. I’m busy right now or I would talk more. Please give Teresa my apologies over calling on her line would you?”
“That I will, little bit. Bye-bye!”
She hung up and handed the phone over to Cam, who looked at the number. “A California number?”
“C.B.I.,” Maggie said absently. “My cousin works for them as a consultant.”
“C.B.I.?” Angie asked. “What does it stand for?”
“California Bureau of Investigations,” Maggie replied, just as Angie’s baby started fussing. “Staccato has gas.”
As the mother walked off to get her son, Cam asked, “Your cousin works for a police agency?”
“Yeah, the family wasn’t too thrilled when he left, but he had always been on the fringes,” she murmured quietly, but then her face brightened up. “He was a famous psychic for a time. It was total bunk what he was doing, but he did make good bank out of it.” She paused and said, “You shouldn’t worry about Michelle. She’ll find her path.”
Cam choked on her drink and asked, “Pardon me?”
“You’ve been worried about the daughter of your heart,” she told her, looking back over to her. “And before you ask, yes, she’ll get into Columbia and on her own merits I might add.” She tisked at Cam but giggled. “Writing her essay for her?” She smiled with a teasing light in her eyes. “If I ever deem it necessary to enter a university though, I really must ask you to write mine for me as well. Your daughter may have scruples in that arena, but I don’t.”
This had Cam laughing. “I tore up the acceptance package myself. I never told her.”
“It was for the best,” Maggie murmured, looking over to Walter who rushed over to her.
He went on bended knee, taking her left hand into his. “Will you, Magdalena Sherman, continue to be my loving bride for as long as we both shall live?”
“Yes,” she said, as he slid a simple gold band onto her finger. It fit perfectly. “Your mother’s ring?”
“My dad gave it to me,” he whispered. “I was saving it for you. Had it resized to fit.” She looked into his intense blue eyes. “We’ll get through this.”
“I know,” she murmured, leaning closer and kissing him.
The kiss grew heated and soon he was scooping her up out of the chair, carrying her straight over to his room.
“Wow!” Camille whispered to herself.
“You can say that again,” came from Hodgins who was entering the bar area again with Max and Sweets. “I wonder if…”
“I seriously doubt it,” Max answered before the younger man could state the entire question. “It’ll mess up your back. Trust me.”
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Maggie allowed herself the luxury of waking slowly to the smell of coffee and…a void. That snapped her awake. There was a void. And those were usually never a good sign, she thought. Walter nuzzled her neck, murmuring something about needing to cook the tacos longer and went into a deeper sleep.
She gently turned him over, nibbling his jaw and neck. Walter stirred out of sleep, returning the kiss fully. Maggie felt the burn within her that she felt every time he touched her. Her passion for this man was immeasurable. Melting against his body, she was about to straddle him when he whipped her around to the bed, covering her completely with the sheets as he pulled out his .45 and pointed it at the intruder.
“Sorry, dude!” Hodgins exclaimed, covering his eyes. “We are having some problems! There are some really big guys out here demanding to see Maggie!”
Lowering his weapon, he got a thoughtful look on his face. Frowning Walter demanded, “You called Patrick?”
“You knew I would have to sooner or later,” she muttered. “When you say big, Jack, just how big do you mean?”
“Really big! Dare I say massive?”
“Go away, Jack! I need to get dressed! Tell them we’ll be out shortly!” she told him, as she was laughing.
“Please hurry!” he demanded pleadingly and rushed away.
“You felt a void, didn’t you?” he asked her as he watched her dress.
“Yes, but that could have easily meant that they brought the bones here to the bar,” she explained to him. “Besides I had plans on riding you like a bucking bronco and you know I can never think clearly enough to see through voids when we’re touching that way.”
“When you put it like that…”
“We’re not making him wait,” she told him stubbornly. “Get dressed!”
“He hates me!”
“That should give you all the more reason to get dressed.”
“Point made.”
Maggie ran out to where the three men were yelling, “Uncle Cleo!”
“Magdalena! My girl!” The eldest of them crowed, catching her up into a hug.
Meanwhile, Walter walked over to stand next to a very pensive looking Booth. “Her uncle is the biggest fence on the east coast?”
“Yep,” he answered. “And from what I understand the very head of the family for the entire United States.” He looked over to Booth who was watching him. “She’s his favorite.”
“Really?” Booth asked, now starting to grin. “Let me guess, he doesn’t like you much, does he?”
“You don’t even know the half of it,” he sighed, watching as his wife was tossed from one man to the other. “Little Cleo, that would be the guy that just caught her, swore that if I didn’t marry Maggie properly in front of a Catholic priest and God, he’d do some very unsavory things to my person.”
All of them looked over to see a man of nearly seven feet in height swinging her around.
“Little?” came the disbelieving tones of all there watching.
“He probably got the moniker as a child long before pubescence would determine his size,” Brennan said as she joined them. “They are quite large, aren’t they?”
“Wait a minute, you didn’t get married in a church?” he asked, looking at him hard. “What were you thinking?”
“That we were lucky to find an Army chaplain never mind a Catholic priest,” he told him. “We were in a war zone!”
“You…” This time Max was the one that was about to ask the question.
“She found me like she always finds me!” he replied. “Maggie got her vibes that not all was well and hunted me down. She found me along with several other prisoners of war and busted us out. I told her I loved her and asked her to marry me. After which the head of the local tribe kidnapped a chaplain, he had me making her a wedding ring, and we were married!”
“That’s so romantic!” Angie cooed.
“That sounds crazy,” Max said, casually. “But it fits.” When the others looked to him, he stated, “Consider the source.” They thought it over and nodded almost in unison.

TBC...
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