Breakthrough
Hodgins parked the small green mini he adored in the grounds of the mental health hospital before staring into space. He had to see Zack, had to know what his old friend had been thinking when he had escaped and taken Brennan hostage. He had to know why he had lied about there being a cure for his paralysis. He had to know what had been going through his friend 's mind when he had convinced them he was guilty. Gripping the steering wheel he tried to order his thoughts. They'd believed Gormagon dead and Zac guilty for years. They had the evidence- Zac had been the Apprentice. He closed his eyes and swore; knowing if he found his old lodger difficult to believe then a Judge and Jury were going to be impossible.
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Booth sat at his desk in his office at the FBI headquarters. The place was the usual mix of hardworking agents and what an outsider looked like semi-organised chaos. A gentle tap at the office door caught his attention.
"Gordon! Hi!"
"Hi." The English man stood in the doorway looking a little self conscious. "Agent Aubrey said I could come up. "Are you busy?"
"Come in." Booth got to his feet, ushering the chef towards a chair in his office. "How are you? Is there anything I can do for you?"
Gordon sighed, taking his seat. "You asked for my help with your friend. Mr Addy."
"Zac." Booth nodded. "Yeah, but I didn't think psychology was your thing anymore."
Gordon raised an eyebrow, clearly uncomfortable. He crossed his legs. Nodding once he looked at Booth as he took his seat behind the desk.
"It isn't. Not now. " Gordon paused. "But neither can I let an innocent man spend any longer behind bars. I know Zac is in hospital rather than prison but the principle still stands."
"It does." Booth smiled slightly. "You're willing to help?"
"Yes." Gordon returned the smile. "But I feel the best way for me to do this is to go to the facility and talk with him myself."
Booth let himself feel a little bit of hope as he watched his old friend. If anyone could help them to convince a court of appeal that his young friend was innocent. "Do you think you could arrange for me to meet with him?"
"Yes!" Booth smiled broadly. "I can do that."
Xxxxxx
"The third metacarpal of the left hand has been fractured more than once. That along with spiral fractures to the fourth and fifth metacarples on the same hand suggest that it was a punch injury." Brennan stated as Wendell replaced the bones back in the appropriate place on the skeleton.
"Which means he was left handed." Wendell stared at the remains. Brennan nodded.
"Explain your assumptions."
"Who throws a punch with their non dominant hand?"
"Boxers, martial artists, MMA fighters." Jessica interjected. "How antemortem were those injuries?"
Brennan watched her two students proudly. She liked to see the new scientists draw their own conclusions from the evidence in free by of them, she also wanted to keep them as far away as possible from anything related to Zaf's case and Gormagon. It didn't seem fair that those who weren't around at the time of Zac's imprisonment get dragged into the case now. She frowned as she realised both Jessica and Wendell were waiting for her to answer them.
"Dr Brennan? The injuries occurred in adolescence. The victim was in his late thirties when death occurred." Jessica watched as Brennan nodded.
"I concur."
"Sweetie?" She turned as Angela approached them. "Guys? I need to borrow Bren for a while. You guys have this? Good." She ushered her best friend out of the room.
"Ang!"
"Well, Daisy is here if they need help. I have to talk to you. Cam, Hodgins and Arastoo are waiting in my office. Hodgins is convinced his and Cam's are at risk of being bugged." Angela explained. "Hodgy has news."
Brennan frowned. She had no idea whether Hodgins was right to be worried. The security of the Jeffersonian had been compromised previously. She knew it was possible it would happen again.
"Ok." Brennan sighed as she saw her husband and the English psychologist appear in the lab. He smiled at her.
"Hey!" Booth waved. "We have enough to go to trial. Caroline is on her way over here but I reckon it's enough to get Zac back in court." He clapped his hands. Brennan frowned slightly, not trusting any information until she had seen it herself. Heading into the office she hoped her husband's obvious enthusiasm would not be displaced.
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