AN: Alright here's part two. I appreciate the interest (based upon the story stats) as it's my first attempt at writing a more case based fic. Also a special thanks iamwriter to for the written review. Hope you all enjoy.

STANDARD DISCLAIMER: Bones ain't mine. No profit gained. This is just my mentally stimulating guilty pleasure.

The End in the Entitlement

By Shinto Red

CHAPTER 2

"So, this is guy that got his package-"

"Yes, Hodgins," said Cam as she gave him a pointed look while she placed a liver in a stainless steel bowl.

Hodgins' grin and amused sparkle in his eyes did not disappear even with his boss's mild reprimand or the entrance of a certain FBI agent. "Knock, knock."

The pair turned to find Booth walking into the autopsy room. "What have you got for me?"

Cam waved Booth over. "Though he has marks on his neck signifying strangulation, that's not what killed him. It looks to me like it was part of the struggle until the attacker was able to jab him here."

She lifted up the right shoulder and pointed a small puckered puncture wound located at the junction of the neck and shoulders. "Cam, do you know when the remains will be ready?"

Brennan was slightly startled to find three sets of eyes upon her entrance in the room. Booth's eyes crinkled as he gave his pregnant girlfriend a warm smile. "Hey."

"Hello…" said Brennan. The silent communication that seemed to transpire between the two started to make the other individuals in the in the room feel like they were intruding in a very intimate meeting. Hodgins' rubbed the back of his head awkwardly while Cam decided to redirect the focus of the group once again.

"Alright you two, enough of the eye thing," she smiled as she gestured to Brennan's heavily pregnant form in good humor. "That's what landed you two in this situation in the first place."

Brennan gave Cam a puzzled look. "Actually, the cause of my pregnancy was the night after –"

Booth cleared his throat loudly. "Bones…"

Cam sighed slightly though she shared a small grin with Hodgins who lightly chuckled and shook his head. "Dr. Brennan, I just finished the autopsy and I will have Mr. Bray prepare the remains for you."

Brennan nodded her head in approval while she noticed Cam's hands were still gently propping up the victim's body. "What are you doing with the victim?"

"I was just explaining to Booth some of my findings. There appears to have been a struggle between the victim and their attacker, until they were able to do this."

Temperance squinted at the small wound. "It appears to be mark from a syringe. What did the toxicology report show?"

"I'm still waiting for the toxicology results. Primary COD was a stab wound that penetrated the heart with something that does not appear to be a knife. A second weapon or tool was used on the victim to cut their tongue off, though the piece was placed back in their mouth. His nose was also broken, most likely during the struggle, on the toilet. And, of course, the cuts that removed and damaged the-"

"Damaged what?"

Cam could only wonder if there was some higher entity that was conspiring to prevent her from completing her summary on the victim. She shot an annoyed look at the tall, lanky and baby faced FBI profiler that entered her increasingly crowded autopsy room. Dr. Lance Sweets gave her an apologetic look as he walked up to the group. He stood in front of the cadaver and noted the region that Cam was still pointing at before he own skin's pallor shifted to a shade that did not look particularly healthy.

"Oh, my… the victim… is that…?"

"As I was saying, the last area that showed signs of significant trauma was genital region. The cuts look to have been done using the same instrument used on the tongue."

"And this is where I come in," said Hodgins. "Before Booth stepped, I was going to inform Cam that I found a blue fiber on his jersey that came from a Capra hircus laniger, also known as a cashmere goat."

"Well, the killer has taste," quipped Cam.

Hodgins smiled. "On the uniform around the fatal entry wound I found a splinter of cedar. I can also confirm that the victim's nose was broken on the toilet seat due to particulates showing fecal and urine residue on the blood around his nose and mouth. I'm sure Dr. B and Angela will figure out the exact details if he was pushed or tripped."

"Yes, and I hope to be able to start analyzing the remains this afternoon," said Brennan.

"And this is where I call over Mr. Bray and ask that everyone go off and do what they need to," said Cam as she waved her hands in a 'shooing' gesture.

"You heard the lady. Let's move," said Booth.

Sweets seemed to still be transfixed on the cadaver until Booth snapped his fingers in front of his face. "Sweets!"

Sweets snapped out of his horrified trance and jumped slightly when he finally focused on Booth's gaze. "Good thing you're coming with me. Looks like you could definitely use some fresh air."

The building that stood before Booth and Sweets was a two story red brick structure with a wooden porch that contained several benches including one supported by cement blocks out front. The grass was cut, but at present was covered with strewn beer bottles, cans and other rubbish. The pair carefully walked over a broken chair and Sweets avoided stepping on what appeared to be a used condom. A police officer with salt and pepper hair standing by the entrance nodded his head in greeting. "You the FBI guys?"

Booth nodded. "You guys secure the vic's room?"

"Yup. My partner's up there with your forensic guys. The frat punks are in the living room."

"Thanks."

Sweets glanced at Booth out of the corner of his eye before he tried to once again broach the topic that the FBI agent and forensic anthropologist had avoided in their prior sessions. "So… How are you and Dr. Brennan handling the changes in your professional partnership? It must be difficult-"

The movement was so sudden, but Sweets suddenly found himself walking down a hall one second and the next was yanked into another with Booth suddenly pushing himself into the young psychologist's personal space. "Sweets, let's make something clear. The only reason you are here and not some other agent until our baby is born is that you can do that human lie detector thing. Any questions you got about what Bones's is thinking, you ask her. Any questions about both of us, you ask us in those damn mandatory sessions that Cullen, Hacker and you demanded. Right now, you are here not to analyze us, but the frat boys and potential suspects. Is that understood?"

Sweets looked back at him coolly. "Well I think that it is important to discuss the situation, especially regarding the future of your-"

"SWEETS! Am I clear?"

Sweets let out a sigh and nodded while Booth pulled back and adjusted his suit jacket before walking out of the room and continuing down the hall. Sweets caught up with Booth before he reached the door. "Did you get certified at the shooting range?"

"Yes, of course. But you don't think we'll need our weapons now with a group of college boys?"

Booth glanced at him. "Not now, but you never know what can happen later."

He did not give him a chance to respond as he opened the door and found a rowdy group of frat boys tossing a football around and playing an X-Box. They were laughing and joking until Booth and Sweets made their presence known. "Alright, you know why we're here. I first need to know who was actually at the game last night?"

"We don't have to tell you anything. We did nothing wrong."

A sandy blond haired early young man with brown eyes stepped forward with his hands on his hips. He was wearing a baby blue polo shirt with its collar popped up and expensive designer jeans. A white pair of high end sneakers and a watch that neither FBI employee could imagine being able to afford, completed his ensemble and surly attitude.

"Now, Michael, these gentlemen are only trying to do their job."

Sweets and Booth turned around to the source of the voice behind them. Booth frowned at the newcomer. "How did you get in here? And who are you?"

The man, who was wearing a well-tailored suit, extended a well-manicured hand to greet the pair. "My name is Greg Hayen. You've met my son, Michael."

Booth ignored the invitation for a hand shake and focused his gaze on Mr. Hayen. "How did you get in?"

Greg plastered on a smile that did not reach his eyes as he lowered his arm. "Well, I believe as a concerned parent, I do have a right to know what is happening with my son."

"He's not a minor."

"That is correct. This is why I am here to represent the interests of my son and this fraternity, of which I am an alumnus and the local chapter's legal counsel."

Booth gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. Sweets gaze flickered between the two before he decided to step in an ease some of the tension. "Mr. Hayen, I do not believe it should be too much of an issue to ask these young men what were their whereabouts last night. As you are most likely aware, a friend and member of this organization was murdered."

"I agree. There should be no harm if the boys answer that question, Detective-"

Sweets leaned forward and extended a hand. "Dr. Lance Sweets and Special Agent Seeley Booth."

"FBI?" asked Greg thoughtfully as he finished his handshake with Sweets. "True… the Fitzpatrick boy was the son of the state representative."

"May we proceed with the questioning, Mr. Hayen?" asked Sweets.

"Certainly."

Booth, who had taken the time to calm himself while Sweets handled the unwanted lawyer posed his question once again to the group. "Who was at the game last night?"

Nearly all the group raised their hands. "Okay, how many of you are on the team?"

A third from that group raised their hands. Booth nodded to himself. "What about those who are not on the team?"

A pimply faced freshman with a hint of a beer belly picked up a newspaper from behind him. "We were in the crowd the whole game."

Sweets leaned forward and grabbed the newspaper from the young man's hand. The university's newspaper front page clearly showed a color photograph of the group without their shirts and completely covered in body paint. "There's video as well… all the games are taped."

"As you can, these boys have an alibi. I do not see the need to further trouble them…"

Booth straightened himself. "The group at the game might have one, but there's still the other group that was not at the game. That includes your son."

"My son? You believe my son could have been involved? My son is in the medical school and was most probably studying for exams," scoffed the attorney.

"Why don't we let him answer that question himself," Booth enunciated each word carefully as they came out of his stiff lips. "Where were you last night?"

Michaek Hayen smirked at the FBI agent. "I was with a study group at the library last night until after midnight. We were on the first floor by the vending machine."

Booth turned to the last handful of students and barked out the same question. One student with a video game character on his t-shirt stepped forward. "I was at a LAN party playing DotA over at the computer science building. We were thirty guys together and we played all night."

Booth gave a confused look that matched Brennan's puzzled expression during her encounters with pop culture references. "DotA?"

"Defense of the Ancients. It's an expansion from Warcraft III," answered Sweets.

"You play?" asked the student.

"I used to," answered Sweets.

Booth cut further discussion on the topic when he turned to the others. Two proudly proclaimed that they were 'getting some' with their girlfriends and the last were part of an engineering study group that had also been located in the library.

Greg Hayen smoothed his tie. "Is there anything further, Agent Booth? I believe these young men deserve to get back to their regular lives."

Booth's jaw clenched as he openly glared at the blue suited lawyer. "Not quite. I have one more question, if that's not problem for you?"

"It depends on the question."

"I would like to know if maybe these guys would know anyone who would actually like to harm Timothy Fitzpatrick."

The group of college students looked at Greg Hayen before he gave a brief nod. Booth shifted his gaze towards the group. "Well?"

"No clue, man. Tim was awesome. Everybody loved him," said one.

"Especially the ladies," said Michael Hayen which caused a round of laughter.

Sweets eyes narrowed slightly when one of the two students who declared themselves to be engineering majors folded his arms and seemed intently interested on a piece of lint located on his shirt.

"Thank you for your cooperation," said Booth stiffly to Hayen and the fraternity members.

Booth had his jaw tightly clenched, though his grip on the steering wheel was no longer white knuckled. He looked at Sweets briefly out of the corner of his eye who had been unusually quiet and frowning for most of the ride back to Hoover. "What did you see?"

"I think we should look at Fitzpatrick's relationships. One of the boys reacted to what Michael said… I wish I could have talked to him."

Booth nodded while maintaining his focus on the road. "Well, we can't do anything when they are lawyered up. But we'll find a way. At least we've got something for now."

End of Chapter 2.