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Chapter eleven: Shake 'Em
"How'd the questioning go?" Angela asked hopefully when Booth and Sweets walked back into the lab.
"He wouldn't cooperate…" Sweets mumbled.
"Where's Roger now?" Cam and Amy asked annoyed.
"In jail where he belongs!" a voice said.
Everyone turned around to see Brennan standing there. Her eyes were red from crying.
"Sweetie, are you okay?" Angela asked walking over to her.
"Yeah, fine…" Brennan mumbled shooing Angela back.
Booth, who had been silent, looked over at the computer to see Hodgins, Russ, Jared, and Zach staring mesmerized at the computer screen.
"What's with them?" Booth asked.
"They think they found something…" Amy said.
"Well, if they find anything tell them to call us. Bones, Sweets, and I are going to find Phillip." Booth said walking out the door followed by Brennan and Sweets.
In the car…
"What makes you think Phillip will have something to say?" Sweets asked.
Booth sighed, "Sweets, could you, for just one second, say something positive?"
"Um…" Sweets thought, "You're a great…father?"
Booth let out a huff, "No Sweets, that's not what I meant…never mind. Your twelve year old mind can't process anything!"
"Hey, that's not true!" Sweets said defensibly, "I have a very descent…"
"Okay, I've just about had it with you two! You either both shut up or…" Brennan started to say when Booth's cell rang.
"Hello?" Booth answered.
Sweets and Brennan watched his face carefully.
"Oh…I see…are you sure it's…oh, I don't doubt you Lou…okay…thanks Lou…tell Cullen I appreciate what he's been doing for us…all right, you too…'night Lou…" Booth shut the phone.
"What did Lou say?" Brennan questioned.
Booth turned to her, "Vega's dead. He was murdered; Lou thinks it was the Grave Digger."
"Sonovabitch!" Brennan groaned.
"What now?" Sweets asked concerned.
"Get Phillip, and make him tell us everything!" Booth growled turning the siren.
"What if he doesn't say anything?" Sweets asked.
Booth laughed, "Let's just say I learned a few torture methods back when I was a sniper…"
Brennan and Sweets cringed at the thought of what Booth was thinking.
"Where're we going to find Phillip?" Brennan asked.
"There's a bar in the west part of Bethsaida, Shake Em, Phillip is always seen there." Booth said making a sharp U turn.
Shake 'Em
Brennan, Sweets, and Booth walked briskly into the bar.
"Special Agent Seeley Booth!" Booth growled as he thrust his badge into the bartender's face. "Yow wanna point out Phillip or do I have to make you?"
"N-no need f-for violence sir… he's over there…" the bartender's finger shook as he pointed to a man sitting by the strippers' poles engaged in a game of Craps.
"Thanks." Booth said walking towards the table.
Brennan and Sweets began to follow Booth when he stopped them.
"You guys stay here, I'll be back in a few." Booth said.
Brennan and Sweets saw there was no point in arguing with him. They surrendered to a far table in a dark corner.
"Booth!" Brennan called out.
Booth turned.
"Be careful." She whispered.
Booth smiled weakly at her. He nodded.
Booth walked up to Phillip and pulled him up by the collar. The other Crap players looked shocked and confused.
"FBI, it would be best in your authority to stay where you guys are. I need to question Mr. Keller." Booth said pulling Keller to a back room.
He forced him on to a chair and handcuffed his hands to the back of the chair.
"Now, are you going to make this easy or hard?" Booth mumbled cocking his gun.
Phillip smiled, "What do you mean? I don't know what I have to make easy or hard."
Booth laughed weakly, "Oh, I think you do…"
He aimed the gun at Phillip's leg and pulled the trigger. Phillip cried out in pain as blood trickled down his leg and onto the floor.
Booth looked into his face, "You going to tell me where my kids are?"
Phillip's voice shook, "I don't know what the hell you're talking about."
Booth re cocked his gun and shot the other leg.
Phillip writhed in pain. A large puddle of blood began to form under the chair.
"Where the HELL are my kids, Phillip?" he growled.
Phillip began to laugh, "I won't tell you squat about your kids! You'll have to kill me!"
Booth held back the urge to shoot Phillip in the heart right there. He knew if he killed him he'd go to jail.
"I'll be back for you Phillip. If you're not already dead I'll make you." Booth said.
He started to leave before he turned around and shot Phillip in his arms. Booth smiled at the sound of Phillip's pain.
He shut the door and began to walk out.
"Don't go in that room." He said throwing a janitor fifty dollars.
The janitor nodded. Booth could tell the man was a drunk and would do anything for liquor money. He wouldn't go into the room and neither would the rest of the people.
Brennan and Sweets stood up.
"Where's Phillip?' Sweets asked.
Booth just smiled, "Uh, he had to go and get a…a…lawyer…"
"You're lying…" Sweets mumbled.
"One day you'll learn it's better to go with a lie then know the truth." Booth said walking out the door.
Brennan and Sweets looked at each other before following Booth.
As the group left the bar Booth's cell rang.
"Hello?" he answered.
His eyes got wide.
"Yeah! Really?! God I could actually hug you guys right now!...No Hodgins I'm not going too… Thanks man, we'll be over there soon!" Booth hung up.
"The guys found something!" he exclaimed.
"What? Another dead end clue?" Sweets groaned.
"No, something that might help us find the kids!" Booth smiled.
"What?!" Brennan said excitedly.
"Hodgins would say, he only said we all should become a member of Geico after this." Booth said speeding towards the direction of the Jeffersonian.
Would the clue help them find the kids? Will they run out of time? What is the clue? Review to find out! Review! Review1 Review!
