"Seeley, it's good that you can move on, and be a dad, and be with your kids, but I can't. After the way Dad was, what if I'm the same way? What if I get mad one night and lose control? I can't risk hurting Teri, or my child."
"Jared," Booth said, "I understand how you feel, every time I get mad, I feel that little part of Dad in me, but, I've always controlled myself. You can't punish yourself, and your child because of what our dad did to us." Booth sat down on his desk and looked his brother in the eye.
"It's a big risk. Every time I've gotten mad in the past, I've done things I regret. How many times have you had to pick me up from jail because I beat someone's face in?"
"And how many of those people deserved it? I'm not saying what you did was right. But I know you; I know you're a good man. And every time you hit some guy was because of what he did first. I remember up in New York, some asshole punched his wife and you took him out to the dumpster. Your acts of violence were protection, not instigation." Booth put his hand on Jared's shoulder and locked eye contact.
"I just don't want to become Dad."
"You aren't Dad. There is more of Pops in the both of us than our father. We have Dad's DNA, but we were raised by Pops, and he always protected us. That's why you continually try to protect these strangers and end up getting arrested. It's because deep down, you are Pops' son."
"What do I do? How do I go talk to Teri? She probably hates me now."
"You explain to her what you did and why you did it. She loves you. She's going to understand."
Booth's phone rang.
"Take it." Jared said.
"Are you sure?"
Booth's phone continued ringing.
"I'm fine, you've got a case."
Booth answered his phone, "Booth."
"We've got a positive ID on the victim." Cam said, she handed a file to Booth, "His name's Terry Williams, he was 'The Redskins' Shortest Fan'; he traveled with the team to every game for the past two seasons."
"Why would someone want him dead?" Booth asked.
"Yeah, that's kind of your job, Seeley." Cam said with a small smile.
"Thanks," Booth said, he paused for a few moments before adding "Camille."
"Don't call me Camille."
"Don't call me Seeley." Booth laughed and then patted Cam on the shoulder with the file. "Did Hodgins find anything else in the dirt?"
"Ask him yourself." Cam said.
Hodgins walked over to the forensic platform. "You know better than to call my work dirt." Hodgins said.
"Are you guys competing to find out who I'll shoot first?" Booth asked.
"Well… I found an egg sack in the victim's shoes. When I hatched it I was able to determine that my little friends are Mediterranean Recluses, sadly that doesn't tell us much, except that our victim spent some time in the greater D.C. area right before death."
"Good job, Dr. Hodgins, keep looking." Cam said.
"That's not all. I did find something distinctive about our victim's shoes. With the exception of the dirt he was buried in, his shoes were nearly pristine; in fact, the leather on the tongue wasn't even creased."
"Meaning?" Booth asked.
"Meaning, he most likely purchased the shoes within days of his death, and as an added bonus, once I sift through the particulates that would be found at the Stadium, I should be able to discern the crime scene."
"That's what I like to hear. Where's Bones?"
"Dr. Brennan is in her office, let her know that Dr. Edison should be finished cleaning the bones soon."
"Alright, Clark, bones, soon, gotcha."
Booth quickly walked to his fiancé's office.
"Booth, what's up?"
"We've got positive ID on the victim; I need you to come with me to tell his family, the live right outside the city." Booth said, he began motioning with his hands for Dr. Brennan to come with him.
"I'm going to be needed here, Dr. Edison took the bones to be cleaned nearly an hour ago, take Sweets." Brennan said.
"But you know how he gets, he gets all shrinky and he's going to try to talk to me about Jared in the car."
"I'm sorry, Booth."
"Agent Booth, I find it interesting that you would ask me to come with you to tell the family, usually you take Dr. Brennan with you. Are you two having any trouble?" Sweets asked.
"Sweets, I asked you because Bones was busy, if you want I can drop you off at the intersection and let you walk back." Booth said with a bit of snarl in his voice.
"I'm judging by the hostility with which you said that, that you needed to talk to Dr. Brennan about something."
"No, I just feel more comfortable with her."
"Because she's a woman?" Sweets asked. "Do you feel more in control when you're working with a woman?"
"Whoa! I didn't say that. I just want to go talk to the family."
"Is this about your brother?"
"Here we go."
"Yeah, it's about your brother." Sweets said, "Dr. Brennan told me that Jared broke up with his girlfriend when she found out that she was pregnant. Do you think that some of your hostility toward your brother could in turn affect your work?"
"No, we got it figured out."
"So you helped him through it?"
"Yeah, he was afraid of becoming our father, and I told him that he's not our father." Booth said.
Sweets remained silent for a few moments.
"Okay, what'd I do wrong? You're not talking now." Booth said.
"With your brother's history of violence, it's not unnatural for him to be fearful of what he might do in a fit of rage. It would be healthier for him to seek psychiatric evaluation before he knowingly enters a situation that he fears he can't control."
"Wait, are you saying that he was right?"
"There's no right or wrong, I'm just saying that he may feel more comfortable knowing that he can control his feelings before he spends extended time with people that he loves, and fears that he could hurt, emotionally or physically."
"Then what about me? I've never hurt Parker, I'd never dream of laying a finger on Christine."
"Your situation is different. You were older when your grandfather stepped in and stopped the violence, you were able to see the damage that your father caused and the pain he caused himself. Being older you were able to compartmentalize your feelings of nostalgia alongside your feelings of pain, you were able to see them as two separate feelings and knowingly make a decision. Your brother never had that option." Sweets explained.
"So you're saying that Pops shouldn't have kicked Dad out?"
"No, but your brother needs a chance to sit down and talk to someone, who has a history of abusive behavior, mainly because he can't talk to your father."
"If I give him your number will you shut up?"
"Sure." Sweets conceded.