(After The Girl in Suite 2103 - Season 2)

This is a new story. I hope you like it. I've been working on it for a couple of weeks. I plan to update it once a week on Tuesdays.

I don't own Bones.

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When he'd moved to D.C. he'd spent days searching for him. He'd finally found where the younger man lived and soon found out that except for running a few times during the week, the FBI Agent did not keep a predictable schedule. He came and went at all hours of the day. Since it had been his intention to just watch the younger man and not approach him, he'd decided to be at the park every morning just as the sun started to rise. He always carried a chess set and a bag holding a small breakfast sandwich. Taking possession of a cement table at the front of the park near the running path, he could watch the Federal Agent if he ran that day.

He'd been observing the younger man for three weeks when one morning a stranger sat down across from him.

Smiling, he waved his hand over this chessboard and asked, "Want a game?"

Shaking his head slowly the stranger leaned menacingly towards him and asked, "No, what I want to know is why the Hell are you stalking Agent Booth."

Startled, he smiled and said, "Whose Agent Booth?"

Shaking his head, the stranger frowned, "You're always in this park just as the sun comes up. You wait for Agent Booth to do his run. If he doesn't run you leave at 10 a.m. after a few games of chess. If Agent Booth runs, you leave as soon as he leaves the park. You've been doing it for three weeks now."

Shrugging his shoulders, he replied, "I don't see how any of this is your business."

Scowling, the stranger exclaimed, "I'm making it my business."

Glancing at the Park entrance, Joseph decided that the stranger sitting across from him was a policeman, "I'm just watching my son. There's no law that says I can't."

The stranger glaring at Joseph, asked, "Could you show me some ID?"

Reaching into his jacket pocket, Joseph withdrew his wallet and from that his Driver's License. Handing it over, Joseph kept his hand held out to make sure the ID was returned to him.

Satisfied, the stranger handed the license back to Joseph. "Why are you watching Agent Booth?"

Sighing, Joseph replied, "Well since my business is such a hot topic then you can add this little tidbit to your collection, I just like to check in and make sure he's alright. He has a very dangerous job and I just want to make sure that my boy is ok. I'm not hurting anyone and I'm not bothering him."

Curious, the stranger observed, "He runs by you every day and he never says anything to you."

Laughing bitterly, Joseph shook his head, "My boy hasn't seen me since he was ten years old. He probably doesn't really remember what I look like. It's not like we look anything alike. He actually looks like my wife's father. In fact, it's kind of scary how much he looks like that old man."

Nodding his head, the stranger watched Agent Booth enter the park and start his run. "He's running today. He may not have heard the news yet. When he does, he'll cut his run short."

Shaking his head, Joseph asked, "What are you talking about and why are you bothering me anyway? Are you FBI like my son?"

Shaking his head, Max laughed quietly, "No. He's my daughter's partner. A man was killed in her parking garage this morning and I'm sure your son is going to get a phone call about it. The guy that was murdered was a button man for the Mara Muerte gang."

Shaking his head, Joseph asked, "What's a button man?"

Smiling, Max replied, "A hit man, an assassin, a murderer, someone who kills people for a living."

Surprised, Joseph asked, "Why was a hit man killed in your daughter's parking garage? How do you know about it? Who the hell are you anyway?"

Leaning back on the bench, Max put his hands in the pockets of his jacket, "That guy had been stalking my daughter for a couple of days. One of my guys told me about it and we had a little talk with him this morning. The guy confessed that his Jefe had ordered him to kill my daughter; but, to make it look like an accident. I guess my daughter's weird work hours caused him some problems."

His eyes large, Joseph asked, "Why didn't you call the cops if your daughter was in danger?"

Shaking his head, Max replied, "You must be kidding. They don't provide body guards for people whose lives are in danger. They'd just take a report and then nothing would be done about it . . . No, me and my guy took care of it our way. Before he went to his great beyond the assassin told me that a hit has been ordered on your son too. I've had a guy watching Agent Booth and my daughter ever since I heard they had a mix up earlier this year with the leader of Mara Muerte. My guys figured out you were stalking Agent Booth and I decided to see why."

Disbelief in his eyes, Joseph leaned away from the table, "Why are you telling me all of this stuff? You can't just tell me you killed someone and then walk away. I might call the cops. Are you going to kill me?"

Irritated, Max replied, "No dumb ass, I'm telling you this to let you know your son's life is in danger and I want your help to prevent him from being murdered. I told you what I told you to help you understand that very dangerous people are after my daughter and your son. Do you plan to help me protect him and my daughter or are you just going to stand by while someone tries to kill your boy?"

A little stunned, Joseph replied, "I'm not a cop. What can I do?"

Sighing, Max replied, "You can do what you're doing right now. The only difference is I'm going to give you a cell phone. If you see any suspicious people hanging around your son in this park then I want you to call a number I'm going to give you and you tell the person who answers the phone what you know about it. I'm not asking you to get blood on your hands. I'm just asking you to help me protect your son."

Puzzled, Joseph asked, "Why are you so interested in protecting my son if you aren't FBI?"

Smiling, Max replied, "He works with my daughter and they're friends. My baby doesn't have a lot of friends and I'm going to make sure she keeps every one that she has."

Worried, Joseph hunched his shoulders, "What if I don't want to work with a murderer? I'm an honest citizen. Will you kill me if I refuse to help you? What if I decide to call the cops on you?"

Studying Joseph, Max asked, "Is your son's life of so little value? Don't you love your son? Wouldn't you do anything to make sure he's safe? Is it your idea to just stand by and clap when he's killed? Maybe have a little party to celebrate?"

Outraged, Joseph stood up and loomed over Max, "I love my son, asshole. He can hate me all he wants; but, I love him." Sitting back down, Joseph calmed down, "I'll help you."

Smiling, Max replied, "Wise choice."

Feeling a cold wind run by his back, Joseph shivered. Staring at his co-conspirator, Joseph asked, "I'm Joseph Booth. What am I supposed to call you?'

Smiling Max replied, "Oh . . . you can call me Mickey Souris."

Snorting, Joseph asked, "You're kidding?"

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A/N: Our fathers have sinned and are not and we have borne their iniquities. (Lamentations 5:7)