Fact vs. Opinion

Everything can be explained with logic. Logic is the formal systematic study of the principles of valid inference and correct reasoning. There is a logical reason behind everything. There is fact, and there is opinion; neither of which is the same as the other. Facts are permanent; undisputable. Opinions are subjected to change. My intuitions are led by truth and fact. It is only logical that I stand with the evidence.

The evidence is flawless. Particulates found underneath the victims fingertips are a positive match. Hodgins triple checked the results. The ballistics of the bullet lodged into the victims frontal bone matches the gun found at the scene. The serial number found on the gun was traced back to its owner. The only fingerprints located on the gun belonged to its owner.

Angela used her unique skill to recreate a replica of exactly what happened. I watched it objectively.

The victim was sitting in front of his television, unaware of the danger behind him. He neither saw nor heard his murderer coming. He did, however, feel the blow to his occipital bone located in the back of his head. The weapon was confirmed to be the gun that later ended his life. It took a lot of force, but the victim was at that point, unconscious. He was then, dragged into his own basement, bound and gagged. When the victim came to, there was a struggle, and he escaped the bounds on his feet and wrists; where he then struck his attacker. It wasn't much of a fight. It was only a scratch; a scratch that drew blood. The victim was then shot. Point blank. Death was instantaneous. The murderer then left the scene. Leaving behind the weapon, DNA evidence and a stack of facts compiled against him.

Facts, evidence, logic, it all leads to one person. Irrefutably, one person. I watched it all unfold before my own eyes. I set out to disprove the stack of evidence. Prove it incorrect, that an error had been made in the FBIs processing.

In reality, all I had done was verify the accusations set against my partner. Seeley Booth.

Facts are in. Evidence is compiled.

My partner, Agent Seeley Booth, murdered my father.

It is my job to report my findings to the FBI agent assigned to this case.

Of course, Booth was kept out of the loop while we worked on this case. He doesn't know he is a suspect. All he knew was that I was assigned to a new agent for this one. We were both too close to it.

When I arrived at my destination, I was confused, because it was not the Hoover building. It was Booth's place. Now I am sitting here. Contemplating what I want to do.

When I first heard who the FBI suspected, I slapped the agent closest to me. I slapped him hard. There was no possibility of that outcome. I explained this to the FBI. They agreed when I asked to examine the body.

I know the facts, but I need to hear it from him. I need it to come from his mouth. I need him to tell me he pulled the trigger that killed my father, because without his confession, I can't bring myself to believe he is responsible.

Logic lost in this case. Opinion won. My opinion of Booth has my better judgment for the time being. All facts are lost, because if he looks at me, if he looks me in the eyes, and tells me he did not murder my father, I will believe him. I will ignore the evidence.