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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 Nine

            Maggie woke and went over to the bathroom less than a half an hour later. She ended up in the shower, warm water pouring over her head and body as she allowed herself the gift of thoughtlessness. The door to the bathroom opened and shut in near silence. Walter joined her in the shower, turning down the hot water slightly.
            They bathed without speaking and ended up right in the bed again. It wasn’t for another hour that either one of them spoke.
            “He will be sending his ship,” she whispered. “For our transportation over to D.C.”
            “The big one that looks like…”
            “Yeah, that’s the one.” The tiniest of smiles twisted her lips. “You boys will have fun on it.” She turned to face him, reaching out and caressing his cheek. She lost her smile as she breathed, “This too shall pass.”
            He turned his face, kissing her palm. He lay down so that his mouth was pressed into her neck, as she combed her fingers through his hair.
            “Booth is going to make me marry you in a church,” he muttered.
            “All things considered, Walter, being made to marry again this time in a Catholic church seems like such a small issue.”
            He thought that over. “I’d rather the captain of the ship marry us.” Walter felt as she began to giggle. “I could dress up like a pirate and you can be my lusty wench.”
            “Booth will still make you marry me in a church,” she told him.
            “Hmm, you’re right,” he sighed dramatically. “How about we use the costumes in the bedroom instead?”
            “I’d rather have you naked.”
            Lifting himself up, he looked down at himself and back to her in mock shock. “I’m naked now!”
            Laughing she hugged him, kissing him hungrily as he showed her how much he approved of her nudity as well.
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            Booth found Maggie looking out to sea with a pair of binoculars. She had started out on one side of the beach only to have Walter walk her over to the other side of the property and point her in the correct direction.
            “What are you looking for?” he asked, sipping on his coffee.
            “Our ride,” she told him. “Cleo is sending his ship.”
            “Oh? He has a big fancy boat?” he inquired.
            “It’s a bit fancy, I suppose,” she murmured, still looking out to sea. “It’s a working boat…”
            “I don’t want to hear about it!” Maggie looked at him, shaking her head.
            “He rents it out to movie makers,” she told him. “It’s one of his legitimate businesses.” She looked back out and smiled. “There she is!”
            Taking the binoculars from Maggie, he handed the coffee to her to hold for him as he looked out to what she was indicating. The sight of a ship that looked like it should have been in the middle of the 19^th century floored him.
            “No! Really?” He looked over to her and saw her large smile, taking back his coffee. “No way!”
            “Way,” she told him, laughing as she strolled back to the bar.
            When the other men were alerted that their ride was getting there and that it was a Cutter class ship, they all went running to go see it. Even Walter went racing out, despite having been forewarned.
            Laughing Maggie said, “They are all such boys at heart.”
            Brennan frowned as she stated, “I don’t comprehend why what kind of craft we take to D.C. matters.”
            “Because it’s fun,” Maggie told her. “You still dress up for Halloween as Wonder Woman. Why?”
            “Because she’s the best representation of female empowerment I know of.”
            “And?” she pressed.
            “And what?”
            Smiling patiently, Maggie said, “Because there’s still a small piece of you who’s that little girl who wonders if I spin fast enough, will my clothing change like it did on the T.V. show? And that, Dr. Brennan, is a glorious thing.”
            “Why?” she asked frowning.
            “Because that little part of us, for I cannot deny I have it myself in full, is something lovely. It reminds us of a time we thought we could be anything, do anything. It is the hope of infinite possibilities. And that by anyone’s definition is wondrous.”
            “I just noticed what a vast vocabulary you have, Maggie.”
            “I’m uneducated, Dr. Brennan, not illiterate. My cousin Pattie taught me how to read when I was in the circus.” She smiled, adding, “You best get ready. We’ll be heading out in two hours.”
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            Cam, Angela, and Brennan watched as Booth and Walter played up near the sails on the main mast. And yet it wasn’t the men playing about that terrified them. Maggie was on a rope swing, going back and forth with the practiced ease of a person confident of her own safety.
            “She does know she’s on a ship, right?” Cam asked.
            “Oh I’m fairly sure she does,” Brennan answered in her usual no nonsense way.
            “I can’t take watching this any more! I’m going to check on how Jack is doing with the testing and see if Michael is still asleep.” And rushed off below deck.
            Maggie moved over to the rope ladder and climbed down to join them a few minutes later, smiling as she did so. “That was fun! I haven’t swung like that in ages!”
            “You looked like you were enjoying that,” Brennan said.
            “Yes, I’ve always been partial to the trapeze,” Maggie told them. “Though my uncle wasn’t thrilled with that, as I tended to make more money at times than Pattie with my predictions.”
            “Pattie? Isn’t that the one you called on my phone that works for the C.B.I.?”
            “Yes.” She looked up to Walter. “Stop flapping about like a great ninny! Think less Bozo the Clown and more Errol Flynn!” She looked back to the two women she was standing with.
            “Pattie? Wasn’t he the one you told me taught you to read?” Brennan asked her once she stopped yelling at Walter.
            “Yes, Pattie taught me to read, but I do believe it was more out of the fact that his father made him, as I was dissatisfied just doing cold readings and stuff like that.”
            “Did you give the people real fortunes?” Cam asked.
            “Probably five percent of them got some tiny bit of real information, but the rest of it was utter rot,” she confessed. “No one honestly wants to hear what’s to come or want to believe that some kid knows more about what was going on with their life far better than they ever will. Either the news is too dismal or not what they wanted or just too boring to be believed.” She smiled a cunning smile. “Pattie taught me how to pick locks, pick pockets, and cook a very good pasta dish I want to try again as soon as we hit land.”
            “Is his name really Pattie?” Came from Brennan.
            “Lord, no! It’s Patrick Jane.”
            “The Patrick Jane?” Camille asked, a bit stunned.
            “I take it that you heard of him?” she inquired absently.
            “If his name is Patrick, why do you call him Pattie?” Brennan asked her.
            “To irritate him, of course,” she said with a grin. “It was one of the only ways I could back in the day. Now it’s more a term of endearment and, let’s face it, no one other than me calls him such and gets away with it.” She looked back up to see Walter and Booth making their way back down. “Finished playing pirate on the high seas, Captain, my Captain?”
            “Yes, sunshine, all done,” he called out and went over to her once he was done climbing down. “Ready for a nap?”
            “If I’m not now, I will after we have copious amounts of mind blowing sex,” she told him. Her look turned sassy as she inquired, “Was that adequately wench sounding for you?”
            Lifting her in a fireman’s lift he carried her off to their stateroom as she was waving bye to them from behind his back.
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            The men on the ship had what could only be deemed a “Men’s night”. Well, as best as one could on a ship with only so many places to go. The Captain’s quarters were taken over by the men, who pulled out a few bottles of the good whiskey and began playing cards.
            When Maggie came in, she apologized for the disruption and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. It was on her way out that Walter grabbed her arm and pulled her over. Circling his arm about her waist, he kissed her absently on the mouth as she lowered just slightly to press her forehead to his.
            “Who’s the best poker player you know?” he asked.
            “Pattie,” she told him without reservation.
            “The second?”
            “Me.”
            “Good, help me. Is Max bluffing?”
            “He’s always bluffing. It’s knowing when he isn’t that’s the trick,” she told him, winking at Max who grinned.
            “That’s not helping!” her husband muttered.
            “Aw, love, you know I’d help you with anything outside of taxes and driving, but if I helped that would be cheating. Booth wouldn’t like that and before you know it, you’ll have to wear a kilt to our wedding.” Horror lit Walter’s face even as a light of joy filled Booth’s as the idea hit home. Walter glowered even as he took the bottle and opened it for her. Looking at his cards, she smiled as she announced, “Good luck, guys.” She kissed Walter’s head, saying just loud enough for the others to hear, “You sly devil, you.” This had him grinning and all the others throwing their hands down and folding, thusly winning him the hand as she walked back out of the cabin with the booze.
            Brennan had gotten the glasses and ice, while Angie pulled together a snack, and Cam set the table in the galley. When Maggie came over, she sat down and handed the bottle over to Cam.
            “Are you sure you won’t join us for a drink, sweetie?” Angie asked her.
            “No, I shouldn’t,” she murmured quietly looking at the game board in front of them. “What is this?”
            “You’ve never played the Game of Life?” Angie asked.
            Shaking her head no, she asked Brennan, “Have you played this game before?”
            “Only since I’ve met Angela,” she admitted. “It’s a very entertaining way to amuse oneself and gain some understanding of the quality of ones choices, not to mention keen observation on what are society’s ideas of what are deemed supposedly good and bad roads in life.”
            “Hmm, as entertaining as that sounds, I’ll pass,” she said, going over to the upright piano.
            She played scales to see if it were in tune, which it was if one could discount the slightly flat e below middle c that her uncle always had remain tuned just so. After all, only God was perfect.
            She play with an absent thoughtlessness, going from one song, tune or another with grace and care. Usually classical music with a rock tune now and again to change things up.
            All of a sudden, she stopped playing and looked over to Brennan. “I don’t care if you want that song, I am not playing, ‘Put the Lime in the Coconut’!”
            This had her blushing, as the other women laughed. It was the noise of a high speed boat coming close to the ship that was now just sitting was what called their attention to the outside world once again. Sweets and Hodgins came rushing in, telling them all that everything was okay as Walter and Booth went to see who it was that was about to knock on their proverbial door.

TBC...
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