SWEETS PLEASE HELP
Chapter TEN
Susan H
The next morning, Sweets studied Mark from the observation room.
"Well," he addressed Brennan and Booth, "this is a man quite comfortable in his own skin. See how he sits, as if he is completely in control of the situation. Watching him, and reading his letters tells us that he considers himself superior. He believes he has won the game. He will view you both as lesser beings. Prepare for a mental war."
"Thanks Sweets. Fortunately, I have my very own genius to engage in that mental war," Booth nodded at Brennan, who smiled.
They exited the observation room, and Sweets saw them enter the interview room. Brennan sat, and Booth touched the knot on his tie and sat also.
"So we meet again Mark," Booth said.
"Always a pleasure Agent Booth. And beautiful Temperance, how are you today?"
"I'm pretty satisfied to see a sociopath killer in shackles," she answered.
"Sociopath? My sister calls me that. I think of it as a pet name."
"Don't you mean used to call you that Mark, or is your sister still alive somewhere?" Booth asked.
"You met my sister."
"We have agents collecting DNA from her now, and we have a warrant to collect yours, so I'm pretty sure it will prove she's not your sister," said Booth.
Mark shrugged, "I'm adopted."
"Your sister claimed she donated bone marrow to you to cure your leukemia," Brennan said, "It's highly unlikely an adopted sister would be a match."
"So Anne Marie lied to you about donating bone marrow and that is my problem how?"
"We have old and new driver's license photos of your sister Mark. They are not the same person." Booth said.
"I know. My sister experienced test anxiety. She could drive just fine, but every time she took the test, she failed. Eventually, she got a friend to take the test in her place, so the first picture was of her friend. After that, she just needed to renew her license. No one even questioned her old picture they just took a new one. That will happen on a busy day."
"Why would your sister lie about a bone marrow transplant?" Brennan asked.
"She's a habitual liar. She makes up stories, backs them up with documents, the whole works." He leaned forward and whispered to Brennan, "I always thought she was unstable, but my parents never took me seriously."
"So, your sister's the liar, she committed fraud on her driver's license, you're adopted, and we bumping into you twice, in unlikely places was just coincidence?"
"Booth, this is going to be a hard one to crack. You have to find some way to undermine his confidence," Sweets said in Booth's ear.
"So tell me, are you two still enjoying wedded bliss?"
"What?"
"Are you confessing to sending us the note to marry?" Booth asked.
"What note? You told me on the elevator. Remember Temperance, you and I were hitting it off really well until your husband interrupted. You assured me the marriage was temporary. You were really sexy during your workout too."
"Really, you thought I was sexy?" Brennan asked.
"Um, Bones, psychopathic killer, maybe you shouldn't flirt."
"I don't know Booth. We don't really have a case against him, and he is cute."
"Bones!"
"Are you jealous Agent? I guess you couldn't give her all she needed."
Brennan reached across and stroked Mark's hand.
"Do you have what it takes Mark? I really need someone creative and bold. I'm still looking for the magic."
"Aren't you just a little worried about the charges against me?"
"Agent Booth is the one convinced you're guilty. I never really believed him." She leaned forward and whispered, "Personally, I think he's a bit jealous. I mean, he's used to being the alpha male in the room. You must really crush his pride."
"Bones, I don't even know you anymore."
"I don't know Seeley. I don't think you ever really knew me. I'm a genius, and I need a man with a high IQ." She winked at Mark.
"You aren't guilty are you Mark? You didn't think up this entire scheme. You haven't killed for years unsuspected, only to reveal your work now. Have you Mark?"
"What do you think Temperance?"
"I think that I'm shamelessly attracted to your intelligence, to your body, and your beautiful blue eyes. But, I just don't believe you posses the type of genius it would take to pull this off."
"Oh, you don't?"
"No. Don't take it wrong, I know you are extremely intelligent. That's good enough for me."
"Good enough for you? You should be more concerned that you are good enough for me."
"How's that Mark?"
"You haven't even started to comprehend my genius."
"Well, no offense, but you're a salesman."
"That's right Temperance. The perfect job, it allows plenty of time and mobility for my extra curricular activities."
"Help me understand your genius Mark. Educate me."
"People like us, we are better. We were given brains that outweigh everyone else. They are beneath us, Temperance. But they still have the nerve to act like they are better than us. Don't you hate that?"
"Yes, when they talk like they are above us, but they are nothing but ants on our radar."
"Exactly. They make their rules, and try to force us, try to make us stupid, and force us to play their game. We can't play that game though. Our brains don't even fit on the game board."
"They are contemptuous morons Mark. They could never understand."
"So it doesn't matter whether they live or die. People like us can decide for them. They are nothing. It's why you work so close to death. You recognize the power. You just need to step over, and realize the power is yours and mine."
"When did you realize you could just step over, Mark? How did you claim your power?"
"I showed you the picture of my first kill. She thought she was better than me."
"No one is better than you Mark."
"No, and now she knows that."
"And now, so do we," Booth said.
Mark laughed. "You still lose Agent Booth."
"Why is that?"
"My sister didn't lie about the leukemia. I'll be dead before the trial. I just couldn't go without telling the world how I outsmarted them all. Check your mail. Names, locations, dates, it's all there. I outsmarted you all."
He winked and blew Brennan a kiss.
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