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"Are you sure, Ange? Are you absolutely sure?" Brennan asked, amazed at seeing the image of Janine O'Connell, the journalist who co-wrote the Grave Digger books on the screen.

"It's the only car with a sticker that fits the piece we took out of Jack's leg. It has to be her." Booth snapped his phone open.

"It's Booth. I need a warrant for the arrest of Janine O'Connell for the kidnapping and attempted murder of Dr. Temperance Brennan and Dr. Jack Hodgins." He spoke for a few more moments to his colleague and then hung up the phone. "Bones, print these out with the findings and get them over to my office." He turned to leave but she ran after him.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to get the Grave Digger," he told her, steely determination in his voice hiding his anger at himself. He had that woman in his office, in his reach, and didn't peg her as a suspect. A sleazy opportunist, sure, but not a serial killer. His suspicions had been directed at Vega and he had let a killer slip through his fingers and nearly take Bones away from him.

"Well, you're not going without me." Her legs moved quickly to keep up with his long strides, but then he stopped suddenly and caught her arm.

"Not this time, Bones. You're too close to this one."

"And you're not?" Booth wanted to argue but she made a good point. Besides, the fire in her blue eyes told him he wouldn't win this fight.

"Fine. Let's go."

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Brennan absentmindedly rubbed the burn marks on the back of her neck as she watched Booth interrogate her kidnapper through the one way mirror. They had kept her alone in the interrogation room while they questioned Vega, but they determined that the man had nothing to do with it. They had released him, distraught and with a warning from Booth that if he made one wrong move he would pulled back in by the FBI in a nanosecond.

After releasing Vega, Booth joined O'Connell in the other interrogation room, banishing Bones to watch. The arrested woman hadn't cracked under Booth's questioning, but Brennan could see the strain was beginning to get to her. However, the strain was wearing on Booth as well. She could see it in the way his shoulders slouched and the way he clenched and unclenched fists.

"Come on, Janine," he said, trying a different tack and giving her a twisted version of his charm smile, "just tell me how you did it. I'm dying to know. How'd you get the car down in that hole before they woke up? I mean it has got to be a pretty big hole. How did no one notice?"

"Don't answer that," her lawyer said.

"Janine, just tell me, I'm curious. It seems like such an impressive feat." O'Connell just stared back at him, one manicured eyebrow arched as she silently challenged him to keep pushing her. Sensing her impenetrability and outraged at her apparent indifference, Booth lost his cool and slammed his fist against the table.

"Goddammit, O'Connell! You're responsible for the deaths of three people, two little boys! You kidnapped my partner, buried her underground, she nearly died!!!!" He was out of his chair, leaning across the table, his palms planted against the steel and his body shaking with fury. "If you think I'm letting you out of here without a confession, you are sorely mistaken." This woman nearly took his Bones away. He wanted to reach across the table and throttle her, take away her air and make her feel her as scared as Bones had been.

Brennan watched, arms crossed over her chest, the tension running through Booth mirrored in her. She wanted the confession, needed to hear it. A trial could extend for months or years and be a complete media circus. She needed the closure now. She was so focused on what was happening in front of her that she hadn't heard Cullen come in behind her.

"I'm pulling him out," the director said after watching the interrogation for a few minutes.

"Give him more time," Brennan pleaded. "He'll get through."

"We have more than enough evidence to convict. This is a waste of time. I'm pulling him out."

"I'm sorry Bones, I should have gotten that confession. It would have made things easier." Booth moped into his coffee as they sat across from each other in the diner.

"It's okay, Booth." She knew he felt he had failed her, but since he pulled her out of the ground it would take a long time before she saw him as anything but her hero. "Don't be so hard on yourself." She reached out and ran her thumb over his knuckles, raw and bandaged from punching the table in the interrogation room. He gave her a weak smile.

"It's getting late. You should get home and get some sleep."

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