The Observations of the Obsessive Fan
This chapter is VERY AU and takes place sometime in the future.
Dear Diary,
Today is a sad day for justice in Washington DC. Director and Supervisory Special Agent Seeley Booth is retiring from the FBI. He is the only Director who maintained an active presence in case investigation from time to time. This has been largely due to his partner Dr. Temperance Brennan, who said she'd never work with any other FBI personnel.
Many years ago, when this pair first met and began working together, I also had a slight role in establishing their partnership. As you might recall, from entries I've written about Dr. Brennan in the past, this crime-fighting duo investigated the death of a friend of mine, Cleo Eller. Once Cleo's body was discovered weighted and sunk in a reflecting pond at Arlington National Cemetery, during routine maintenance, the stagnant two and a half year old investigation into her disappearance was reopened.
Dr. Brennan identified her remains, and Agent Booth set to work bringing her killer to justice. I first encountered Dr. Brennan when they came to my apartment with questions. I could see why their suspicions were aroused by my behavior, but they seemed to accept that I meant Cleo no harm.
I actually contributed to the search for Cleo's killer by directing their attention to Ken Thompson, that scumbag assistant to Senator Alan Bethlehem. I knew the Senator couldn't keep his zipper closed, but I was sure he didn't kill Cleo. It was Ken who prevented me from seeing Cleo and protecting her.
My advice was instrumental in fingering that control freak Senatorial aide, who didn't aid anyone in reality. I followed Dr. Brennan from Bethlehem's mansion to Thompson's house to be sure my new friend was safe. I never trusted that slimy weasel. Dr. Brennan was skeptical of my offer to help, but when Agent Booth arrived, he had me restrain Thompson, and apply pressure to his bleeding leg. It was my pleasure to do so, as that was quite painful for him. No more than what he deserved after killing my friend Cleo, mind you.
Dr. Brennan obviously knew how to handle a gun, and I kept my distance from her after that, except for attending her book signings. She was, and still is, one woman you don't want to mess with. And what a woman! She's been my idol for years.
Dr. Brennan is continuing her work at the Jeffersonian, but with Agent Booth retiring, her consulting on crime victim identification is over. I'm sure the FBI will keep on solving crimes, but their efforts will be hampered and far less effective without the dedicated instincts of Director Booth and the enormous forensic talents of Dr. Brennan.
After Dr. Brennan wanted to keep one of my little Lives of the Saints books, they became very special to me, and I never discarded that particular box. I've kept them all these years, just in case Dr. Brennan ever needs or wants to have another one to examine, or as a keepsake.
I know she has to maintain a personal distance from her fans, and I've respected that, but I believe she values me as a friend, and is pleased by how much I admire her. I always took pains to follow Agent Booth's admonitions. I sure don't ever want to tangle with him, or arouse his ire, after the way he broke down my door to look at my play-acting puppets that time that a killer copied the methods in Dr. Brennan's latest book. He thought I was stalking Dr. Brennan, but really I was just helping him keep her safe. Wrapping those figures in red tape was just my way of re-enacting the murders she described in her book. I never meant anyone harm, nor hurt anyone with my imaginative play-acting.
Well, Diary, I must close and go examine my Temperance Brennan book signing ticket collection to make sure it's all in good order. But mark my words, the criminals of Washington DC and the crooks in the government will have an easier job of hurting the rest of us, now that Agent Booth's and Dr. Brennan's crime fighting days are over.
From the Diary of Oliver Laurier