A/N: Howdy! Welcome to another chapter. We are so happy that nobody saw last chapter coming. Infact, as I wrote it and Brennan flipped Booth, I was like "wow!" So we are coming into the home Stretch. So look for alot of facts to come into the light.
You know the greatest danger facing us is ourselves, and irrational fear of the unknown. There is no such thing as the unknown. Only things temporarily hidden, temporarily not understood.
- Captain James T. Kirk
Zack Addy opened the door and took a step back when Booth, followed by Brennan, walked in past him.
"What's this about Lilly Rosebourgh?" Booth asked.
"I thought you two were in the process of killing each other," Angela said, earning her a glare from Brennan.
"Rosebourgh," Booth repeated. Hodgins sat cross-legged on his bed.
"She was the woman with our Vulcan," he said, "Who she is, well, man, that's your job." Booth watched Brennan sit on the second bed next to Angela.
"And where did you get the information?"
"Some Vulcan guy," Hodgins said, with a shrug. "I don't know his name, but it's more than what we had."
"Agent Booth," Zack said, trying to get his attention. "I've heard some rumors today that, well, maybe Doohan's death wasn't anything to do with the convention." Booth rounded on the assistant.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, sir, I've had a few different people tell me that Doohan was liked by everybody at these conventions. A lot of people are saying that he was killed for something outside of Star Trek." The agent nodded, and began to pace the small room.
"Good work, you two."
"Have we looked into Doohan's life?" Brennan asked.
"Yeah, I have somebody looking into that, but so far nothing."
"Maybe we are looking at this wrong," Angela said. "What if this Rosebourgh was having an affair with the dead Vulcan?"
"I have thought about that," Booth informed them.
"I still think it's some kind of conspiracy," Hodgins said. Everybody gave a collective groan. "No, hear me out. 47." Booth looked from Hodgins to Brennan. She looked from Booth to Angela, who looked to Zack who looked back to Booth.
"Okay, Jack," Angela said. "What does 47 have to do with anything?" Hodgins uncrossed his legs and stood from the bed.
"Come on, haven't you all seen it? There was a '47' carved into the bones of the dead guy. He was found under table 47. He was 47 years old. Hell, I'm even in room 47."
"I'll admit that there are a few 47s floating around," Booth said.
"You guys don't know anything," Hodgins said. "Come on, Zack, tell me at least you know." Zack looked around the room at the waiting faces, but then shook his head no. Hodgins let out a frustrated growl. "Of course you wouldn't. Listen, it's called the 47 Conspiracy. Why does the number 47 appear in so many episodes of Star Trek?" Hodgins looked at Zack, and then Brennan. Angela and then Booth. "Oh, come on. 47. Pomona College? All numbers equal 47? The meaning of life?" All faces still had a blank look. "You know, forget it. I don't know why I even try."
"Okay," Angela said slowly. "Anyway, what do you want us to do, Booth?" Booth gave Hodgins one last look before turning his attention to the artist.
"Get some sleep tonight. It's back to the convention in the morning. I want this case wrapped up. I'll call up to headquarters, and see what they have. Zack, pull out all you Trekker charm. See if you can come up with anything new. Angela, ask around those Starfleet guys you've been drooling over. Hodgins, keep doing whatever it is you've been doing."
"What about me?" Brennan asked.
"You're staying with me," Booth said. "I don't want to chance you getting mad at me again."
"Got it," Booth said into his cell phone, which was balanced between his ear and his shoulder, leaving his hands free to jot down notes. The agent paced the lobby of the hotel waiting for the squint squad to come down. "Yup, what else?" Booth glanced at the elevator doors and then his watch. What's taking them? he asked himself for the hundredth time. "I'm here. Right. Yeah, I got it." Booth heard a ding and turned hoping to see Brennan, hell, any of them would do, but he didn't want to see Savannah. She smiled at him as she stepped into the room. Booth rolled his eyes and turned away from her. "California, right. Then Alabama. Anything else?" Booth waited, and tried to ignore the pair of eyes that were staring at him. He wrote down a few more notes, and then stuffed his notebook into his pocket. "Hey thanks, Henson," he said before snapping the phone shut.
"Good morning, Agent Booth," Savannah said. Booth closed his eyes, sent up a silent prayer, and then turned to face the woman.
"Ms. Sinclair," Booth answered politely.
"I do hope I didn't get you into any trouble with your lady friend." Savannah offered him a smile. I know that smile, Booth thought. But where have I seen it?
"Not at all." Booth glanced over at the elevator, but still no Brennan.
"That's good," Savannah said, sitting down and crossing her long legs. "I would hate to think that I caused some…hard feelings." Booth watched her for a moment, not because he was checking her out, but because he knew her from somewhere. But where? Booth turned away from the blonde and walked to the another side of the lobby. Even with his back to her, he knew she was watching, and somehow, calculating. This time when the elevator dinged, Brennan and the whole squint squad stepped off.
"Kid," Booth said, as he pulled out of the hotel parking lot. He looked in the read view mirror to make sure he had Zack's attention. "Are their any records that convention attendees have to fill out?"
"There's the registration forms," Zack answered.
"And would they have to write down if they were going to dress as somebody?" Zack shook his head no.
"What is it you're trying to find out?"
"I'm trying to find out how to spell Rialcnis." Booth shot Brennan a 'I'll explain later' look and she turned to look out of the window. The drive was long and silent to the convention center. As they all climbed out Zack spoke, telling Booth how Rialcnis was most probably spelled.
"Thanks, Kid," Booth said. "Okay, you all know what I want you to do. The faster we solve this the faster we get home." Angela, Hodgins and Zack all nodded and headed to the door, but a hand on Brennan's arm stopped her from following. "Care to tell me what's so special about Rialcnis?" she asked. Booth turned to face her, watching as her expression grew stony.
"I'm interested in the name, not the person." Brennan thought for a minute and then shook her head.
"I don't know." Booth smiled and pulled out his notebook. He flipped to an empty page and wrote down Rialcnis.
"See it now?" he asked, holding the notebook up. Brennan studied the name for a moment. Booth knew she had figured it out when he saw her eyes grow large.
"It's her," Brennan said. "The Klingon and Sinclair are the same person." Booth nodded and put the notebook back into his pocket.
"Now the question is, why has she been playing me from two different angles?"
"Maybe she just thinks you're that cute," Brennan teased.
"Now, Bones, just because you're not able to resist me doesn't mean every woman can't." Booth got the reaction he wanted when Brennan's cheeks began to grow red. "No, I think Ms. Sinclair is covering something. And we've got to figure out what that is."
There you have it. How many people knew Sinclair was also Rialcnis? Points to everybody who did!
Wolfy, Branwyn, Goldpiece and Maynard
TBC...
