Ch. 9

Agent Booth agreed to meet Angela in the parking structure of the Jeffersonian. She had been on the way there anyway, and he was driving by that way from his apartment. He was going to pick up the picture, and then talk to Bones about what she remembered, then go back and interview the doorman at his apartment building to see if the picture seemed familiar, and if he recalled seeing Bones being brought in recently.

He was managing to keep his anger at bay; he was looking forward to taking it out on the creep who did this. Fatigue wasn't helping either. He hadn't slept at all since this whole mess began, and he wasn't about to start now. He wanted to get some answers, make sure Bones was okay, and then he'd think about sleep. Gulping down the now luke warm coffee, grimacing at the sour taste, he hoped the caffeine would help.

He pulled up next to Angela's car, and she quickly got out and handed him an envelope. "Catch this chick would ya Booth?" she said, looking up at him, her eyes grim.

"Chick?" he replied, confused, it was a guy, wasn't it?

"Yeah, chick, as in female, woman, girl, opposite sex, get my meaning?" Angela snapped at him

"Whoa whoa whoa, sorry, I was under the impression it was a guy, that's all. Woman aren't usually the kidnapping type." Booth responded, confused.

"Well, after you talk to Brennan, you will see why this one is, now, I gotta get in there" She answered and turned on her heel and walked briskly into the building, casting a quick glance at him over her shoulder.

Getting back into his SUV, he quickly opened the envelope to take a look at the drawing – she sure seems pissed at me, he thought to himself. Not like this is my fault. She must be stressed about Brennan that's all, I mean, they are best friends and all, she must have been ticked that I didn't keep her in the loop on all this.

Brennan must be awake now, he thought. I gotta get over to the hospital. I want to talk to her I want to see what she remembers he thought to himself, finally sliding Angela's drawing out.

For a moment, he couldn't breathe. Jenny Montgomery's face stared back at him from the drawing in his hands. But why would she kidnap Bones? He though to himself, frowning. This can't be right, but…Angela drew her from Bones's description.

Unless…recalling the time Jenny had tried to kiss him, unless she had a serious thing for me and is jealous of Bones?

Grimacing, remembering the speech he gave her about being professional, no relationship right now, bla bla bla. It was all he could think of at the time to get his strange coworker off his back, and then put in a request to their supervisor to transfer her and why he wanted to remain between he and his boss.

How would she know about Bones he thought to himself, unless she was following me, and watching me do case work with her. How could I have missed that?

Wouldn't Bones notice some blonde chick following her? Apparently not.

Well I sure as hell didn't notice why would she? How could I NOT notice? Slamming his clenched fist on the steering wheel, he swore and accelerated through traffic, weaving in and out, in an effort to get to his office.

He had to get to the office and see if Jenny was there, although it didn't seem likely – she had set out to kill Bones, not just make her cold. What the hell was she was thinking? He also had to alert Cullen and Angelo about Jenny and what was going on. No wonder it all seemed like "The Ice Man", Jenny had inside knowledge of the case!

Parking his SUV haphazardly in the lot, and taking the stairs two at a time, he rushed into Angelo's office, to find it empty, he quickly turned and head over to Cullen's office. Also empty. Great. They must be out in the field. He took the stairs down to the office Jenny worked in and found it empty, no sign of her or anyone having occupied this office lately. He wondered if she'd been fired recently and he didn't know it. Well, this was a bust; he thought to himself, running his fingers through is hair. Sighing and running back out to his SUV, he decided he may as well check out the doorman guy at his building, before going to check on Bones.

After battling traffic again, he finally got back to his building, and went through the front door to talk to Sam, the doorman. He usually didn't even notice the older guy, but this time, he was aware of the guy's age. He looked the age of one of those cart guys at Wal-Mart he thought. I sure hope he was paying attention or there would be hell to pay.

Flipping out his badge at the guy, "hey Sam, I am Special Agent Seeley Booth, FBI, I have a few questions for you"

The older man looked at him and smiled, "Of course, let's walk over here and have a seat behind the front desk", he led the way and gestured for Booth to have a seat.

"Now then, what can I help you with Agent Booth?" Sam inquired, smile still plastered on his face

"I need to know if you recall seeing this young woman leading someone into the building recently" Booth slid the picture Angela drew across the desk to Sam.

Booth watched the old man's face intently, looking for any type of reaction.

"Oh yes, this is Miss Montgomery she is a new tenant up on 19! Very polite young lady, I did see her bringing in a rather inebriated young woman the other day yes, I assisted them into the elevator" Sam said, sliding the picture back to Booth.

"So you are saying she is a tenant here? Up on, what, 19?" Booth said, willing is voice to remain steady.

"Correct sir that is correct" Sam nodded and smiled.

"And you say you saw her assisting another young woman here?" Booth persisted

"Yes, I helped her into the elevator" Sam confirmed.

"What apartment is she in?" Booth demanded, giving up on trying staying polite

"Why, Agent Booth, she is in the apartment directly below yours" Sam stated simply

Snatching up the drawing and pushing the button on the elevator for 19, he stared at the digital read out on the elevator display, as if he could will it to go faster. He wanted to kill Jenny but knew he couldn't. Why couldn't it be a guy so I could beat the hell out of him, he cursed silently to himself. At least I can arrest her and bring her in he consoled himself.

Finally turning down the hall for her apartment, he found it no problem, directly below his he raged inwardly, how did I not notice her around he wondered. Obviously she didn't want you to see her dummy he thought.

Turning the knob, and fining it unlocked he pushed the door in cautiously, his gun drawn. "Jenny…? Are you here? Come out, it's me, Booth…"

Silence greeted him; he stepped into the apartment, only to find it deserted. Not a sign of anyone having lived here at all.

He did a quick search of the bathroom, living room, and master bedroom. Finally he turned to the only closed door in her apartment, and kicked it open. Another empty room, except there was an old wooden chair, small end table lamp, and one wall, oh my god…covered with pictures of he and Bones together on numerous cases. Holstering his weapon, he slowly approached the wall.

Nearly the entire wall was covered with 8 x 10 glossy black and white photos of the two of them on the cases they'd worked together on over the last 6-8 months. He quickly called headquarters to get a forensics team over here to see if they could find any evidence, and to catalog the photographs on the wall. How had she managed to get a job at the FBI being this mentally unbalanced he wondered. How had I not noticed her following us?

End ch. 9 plz review! Thanks all!