AN: I hope you were not bored with the cop work Sweets and Booth had done the last chapter. If any of the science is off or complete rubbish, my apologies, but I do not hold a degree in any hard science. I just tried to briefly look up the materials to fit in with the story in my head. In any case, here's the next part and I hope you enjoy.

STANDARD DISCLAIMER: The show is not mine. I don't make any money from this. It's just good clean fun to sustain the addicts like myself until season 7 starts.

The End in the Entitlement

By Shinto Red

CHAPTER 4

Seeley Booth used one of his large palms to rub the back of his head while the other loosened his aubergine colored tie with little dice on the front. He then raised his hands slightly above his head and stretched out his stiff muscles and let out a sigh. He had been digging around the university campus the last few days and had been barely able to collect table scraps when it came to clues about either Tim Fitzpatrick or Michael Hayen.

The names of some of the girls that Fitzpatrick had bedded only resulted in short interviews where the girls had only provided him with confirmation that some had decided sleep with him out of lust and curiosity. Even those who had been naïve enough to believe that he would start a relationship with them and were left burned did not seem to hold too much of a grudge. Apparently, he was very satisfying in bed. Michael Hayen also turned up nothing. The worst reaction was when he tried speaking with the Fitzpatrick family about the Teresa girl. They completely shut him out then and told him that had nothing to do with their son. It was just one brick wall after another. It was like the coach said… Teflon.

Booth ran his fingers through his hair before he cradled his head in his hands let out a sigh of frustration. A soft knocking sound caused him to shift his position and raise his head towards the door. Sweets stood in front of him with a thin manila file in his hand and gave him a small smile.

"Please tell me you got something?" he asked.

Sweets nodded. "It took some time, but I found the Teresa. Teresa Sanders to be exact."

"And? What? Did she get pregnant like what his sister said?"

"No…She had been the victim's classmate and date for prom… and he apparently had sexually assaulted her."

Booth's eyebrows went up. "Well, that explains a few things with his parents… Did she just tell you this?"

Sweets shook his head. "When I tried calling all the other Teresa's who had been students in the same high school, I stumbled across one, Teresa Richardson, who had been particularly helpful…"

Booth smirked. "A gossip?"

Sweets cracked a smile. "She was the one who narrowed my search and told me that there had been rumors about what happened between the two. Apparently, someone saw the other Teresa stumbling out of Fitzpatrick's car with her dress torn, looking rather battered and bruised. When I contacted Ms. Sanders, she at first denied eve knowing Fitzpatrick… Not surprising considering what had happened… It took a little bit of convincing on the phone, but I met with her and she was able to be more forthcoming in person to confirm the story. It seems he had been heavily intoxicated at the time when he tried to force himself on her…"

"Why wasn't he charged?" asked Booth.

Sweets let out a sigh. "Her family was paid off to be quiet about the incident. Her father's business had crumbled and her mother had been in ill health and going through serious and expensive medical treatment… The amount was large enough to entice them to take it under those circumstances."

Booth's jaw tightened. He really did not like entitled rich people. Booth's thoughts were disrupted by Sweets asking him a question. "Hmm?"

"I was asking whether you found anything with you campus interviews or the databases."

Booth shook his head. "Their records are 'clean,' if you don't count them using money to wipe away their problems… The college kids did not provide me much. The best I got was one person who mentioned that there was a rumor that there were supposedly pictures or videos of the fraternity conquests, but he had nothing to back it up. And I can't just request a warrant to access their computers based on damn rumor. The few that seem to know something, they clam up. None of the girls looked like realistic suspects either."

Booth slammed his fist on his desk. "There has to be someone who knows something on that campus who will talk."

Booth got up and put on his charcoal suit jacket before adjusting his tie once more. "I'm going to pay a visit to the squints. You keep on digging and see if you can somehow find a connection between these guys and anyone else."

Booth slapped his hands together loudly and quickly rubbed them together as if they were warming them up. "Alright, what did the magic of science reveal this time?"

Brennan briefly glanced up from the examination table and lightly frowned. "Booth, there is no magic in science. Just facts, logic and calculations."

Booth slipped his card to access to platform while Cam rolled her eyes and Hodgins had an amused grin on his face. "Yeah, yeah. No need to start the lecture. It was bad enough when we watched Harry Potter with Parker."

Brennan was poised to respond when she caught the humor in his eyes and just shook her head. Only Booth caught her attempts at suppressing the smile that was tugging at her lips before she switched to full professionalism. "I can concur with Dr. Saroyan with her initial assessment with regards to cause of death. There is scraping from the weapon that shows damage near the sternum in between the second and third rib. This would indicate that the heart was pierced. Also, based upon Hodgin's description of the material and the shape of the wound, it would appear that the victim was stabbed with a stake."

Booth snorted. "A stake? Like in vampires? Where's the garlic?"

"Booth, vampires are not real, though they do appear in several cultures mythology. Actually even until quite recently in locations such as remote Romanian villages, they still believe they are quite real and have gone to extreme measures to deal with them which have included staking the heart of a deceased individual as well as extracting, burning and consuming the ashes of the heart mixed with water."

Booth could hold off his disgust from his face. "Geez, Bones, I know they aren't real… Could you just hold off on those kinds of details until after lunch?"

Brennan gave him a confused look. "How is my explanation on the topic less gruesome than the victim's case?"

Booth scrubbed a hand over his face. "Dr. B's got you there, G-Man."

Booth shot a glare at Hodgins. "Do you have anything useful to contribute?"

"Actually I do," he said as his smile widened. "The varnish on the cedar is common with the type that is used for lawn furniture. I was to find a small metallic fragment inside the victim's underwear."

Hodgin's tapped the touch screen monitor and loaded the image file from his computer. "It's medical grade stainless steel."

Brennan's eyes immediately widened along with Cam who had caught her eyes. Booth looked on between the two in confusion. "What?"

Cam nodded her head for Brennan to proceed. "It's the tip of a scalpel."

"It would explain why the cuts were so smooth," said Cam. "It also seems to go with the toxicology results. The drug that was injected into the victim was vecuronium bromide, a muscle relaxant used in anesthesia for surgery. It paralyzes the individual injected with the substance. To be honest, the amount that was injected in him would have most likely killed him if he had not been stabbed."

Booth rubbed his chin briefly before pulling out his mobile phone. "What is it Booth?"

He looked up at his partner as he finished dialing. "We may have a suspect."

Booth had an almost predatory glean in his eyes while he stared down at two generations of Hayens. Gone were the smooth and smug personas that had oozed off of both father and son. Tension seemed to roll off the pair as they sat in the FBI interrogation room. Sweets mentally noted that Michael in particular was fidgeting in his chair.

"I would appreciate it if you could relay to me once again where were you on the night of the murder," said Booth as he slid his hands onto the metal table.

"I already told you. What are you, deaf? You dumb-"

Chairs scraped along the concrete floor of the cold, grey room. "Michael!"

Greg Hayen had stood up from his chair and pushed down on his son's shoulder's to prevent him from leaving. He gave his son a look of rage that might have made some grown men wet themselves, but college student just gave him a sneer before folding his arms in front of his chest and turning his head away. "Answer them."

Michael just glared at his father. He rolled his eyes and let out a sigh. "I was in the library with a group of third year pre-med's from the medical school department. We were studying for a major exam in our advanced anatomy course. I was sitting with them from seven until half past midnight on the ground floor by the vending machine."

A smile curled on Booth's lips that did not reach his eyes. Sweets, who was viewing the interrogation on the other side of the glass, shuddered at Booth's expression. For all the times he had irritated the man, he was thrilled that he never cause him to give him that look. "Unfortunately Michael, that's not the whole truth, is it? You see, you study group confirms that you were gone for about 40 minutes… From nine till nine forty. When I checked with the game information, Half time started at 8:50 and ended at a 9:05."

"I went to my room to pick up a folder that I forgot."

Booth leaned slightly forward. "Or you decided to go to the field, enter the locker room after everyone else had left, jumped Tim when he was at the urinal and killed him. You then had enough time to clean up and head back."

Michael jumped up and got in Booth's face. "What crap! Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Shut up, boy!" This time the elder Hayen used more force in pushing his son down into his seat. "Do you only have stories to tell, Agent Booth, or is there actual evidence for these baseless accusations?"

"We found evidence that links someone with medical knowledge to the murder. Your son was also seen arguing with the victim a few weeks before his death."

Greg Hayen started packing his brief case. "You are grasping straws. That could have been any medical student or personnel on the campus. You don't have a case for the prosecution. And this meeting is over. Come Michael."

Booth walked out and went into the viewing room where Sweets was waiting. "He's hot tempered."

Booth nodded. "Yup, but my gut is telling me that he may not have done it. He definitely knows something."

"I agree with you. He was looking at you straight in your eyes when he denied involvement with the murder. He was very defensive with the rest of his behavior. I think we are on the right track."

"So do I, Sweets. Problem is his dad was right… We don't have anything yet to even get a warrant from Caroline."

Booth smiled. He could feel her lips, as soft as petals, laying kisses along his jaw as they worked their way down to his lips. Without opening his eyes, he turned to give her a kiss on those warm and welcoming lips. It started off chaste, but slowly deepened; her lips coaxing his to open up and he let out a groan of appreciation when her tongue probed him. Long delicate fingers were slowly pulling his shirt up, but instead he gently pushed them down and started to ease the heat from the kissing. He finally pulled away with a light kiss to her forehead to wipe away the frown lines that had formed before sitting up and pulling his legs over the side of the bed and letting out a sigh.

Brennan's frown only deepened as she cautiously crawled beside Booth in bed. "Booth, is everything alright? You know that the nausea has passed by this stage in the pregnancy and it won't harm the baby. We can have intercourse."

He turned his face to her and gave her a warm smile. He placed a hand on her knee and started rubbing it gently. "I know Bones. It's just this case… it's been frustrating. It's just been one step forward, two steps back."

She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm sorry. "

Booth pulled out of embrace with a confused look in his eyes. "Why are you apologizing?"

"I've not been very useful for the case. And I can't even help you in the field."

He hooked his index finger under her chin. "Hey, you couldn't help that that the guy was too fleshy."

Brennan just smiled at the comment. "You shouldn't joke about the murder victim."

"Yeah, you are right. But, we'll be back without Sweets once the baby is born, isn't that right baby?" said Booth as he dropped his head to her abdomen.

Brennan rolled her eyes, but she was wearing a smile that seemed brighter than the morning sun to Booth. "Booth, you know that our unborn child is unable to understand you."

He placed his hands gently on the sides of her stomach as he was covering a pair of ears. "Shush, how can you say that in front of the baby? "

She laughed lightly at his theatrics. "But you know what, you were wrong about not being able to help."

She tilted her head to the side, her hair spilling over her shoulder. "What do you mean?"

He raised his head and leaned in so that their lips were nearly touching. "I was being stubborn. You were trying to help earlier with this."

He closed the distance between the two and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. She raised an eyebrow though the attempt at the stern look was not quite convincing with the small smile on her lips. "Really?"

He slightly nodded before he leaned in again. "Really."

He placed a kiss behind her ear, causing her to shiver slightly. He placed delicate kiss along her neck and made his way to her other ear while he gently eased her back on the bed. His shirt had come off at some point and he was slowly relieving his partner of her own top when both their mobile phones rang. Booth groaned and Brennan threw her head back in frustration onto the pillow before each picked up their respective, and currently evil, communication devices.

"Booth."

"Brennan."

They both looked at one another. "We'll be there in twenty minutes."

End of Chapter 4. I thought I'd sneak in some B&B action, though she will be making more of an appearance the next chapter. As always, comments and constructive criticism is always welcomed.