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Chapter thirteen: Metallic Trails
"Alright Hodgins, what was so damn important that you had to wait until we were here to tell us?" Booth growled as he, Sweets, and Brennan entered the Jeffersonian.
"Aw man, you are NOT going to believe this!" Hodgins said excited.
"Well, what the hell am I not going to believe Hodgins?! We don't have time to mess around!" Booth growled.
"Right right, anyway, when Zach mentioned something about the capacity of air the container would have to have to give the kids that many hours to survive I knew it would have to be a van. So, I called all of the local car companies and the only one that had a van rented out was a car company in Bethsaida. They said two men walked in who fit Phillip and Roger's description… Unfortunately, they paid in cash." Hodgins paused to catch his breath, "But the van that was rented had a metallic coating on its hubcaps that was starting to peel off. The metallic coating is sensitive to florescent light so if a flashlight with a florescent light bulb is shined on it, it will glow a pink."
"What does that mean?" Brennan asked.
"It means if we find the metallic trail we can find the kids." Hodgins said.
"Nice work Hodgins." Brennan smiled for the first time in hours.
"Jared, Zack, and I are going to go and look for it if you guys don't need us here." Russ said.
"Yeah, thanks guys, call us if you find anything." Booth said.
"Temperance." A voice called.
Brennan turned around to see Amy standing there.
"Oh, hey Amy." Brennan half smiled.
Amy smiled slightly, "Do you want to come up to Angela's office? We, as in Angela, Cam, and me, have been up there talking…"
Brennan looked at Booth who nodded.
"Sure." Brennan said falling Amy up the stairs.
Angela was spinning around in a swivel chair while Cam sat on the couch with her head in her hands.
"Sweetie." Angela got up and embraced her friend. "I'm guessing you got Hodgin's message?"
Brennan nodded, "Russ, Jared, and Zach are out searching for the "metallic trail."
"I failed her…" Cam mumbled into her hands.
"Excuse me?" Amy looked confused.
"I failed her. I failed Celeste as a mother…" Cam murmured.
"You didn't fail her Cam. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't anyone's fault except the Grave Digger's." Amy laid a reassuring hand on Cam's shoulder.
Angela grimaced and grabbed her stomach.
"Are you okay Ange?" Brennan asked worriedly.
"Yeah…fine…" Angela breathed, "I've been having horribly nausea lately."
"How long has this been going on?" Cam asked lifting her head up.
"Um…about a week or so…but it's probably nothing." Angela sighed and leaned back in her chair.
"Um… Dr. Brennan?" Sweets asked nervously.
"Come in Dr. Sweets." Brennan said.
Sweets entered the office, "Dr. Brennan, Agent Taffet is in the lab and is trying persuading us…actual, more like forcing us, to hand over the Grave Digger case to her."
"WHAT?! NO! She can't do that! It isn't her case to take! They are HER children to save!" Brennan said storming out of Angela's office.
Brennan stormed into the lab followed by Angela, Cam, Amy, and Sweets.
A middle aged woman stood in the lab bickering with Booth.
"Agent Booth, I demand you hand over this federal case over to me! Don't make me get a warrant!" Taffet hissed.
"Go and get your damn warrant Agent Taffet! I refuse to hand over this case to you!" Booth snarled.
Brennan cleared her throat.
Taffet turned and a sly smile appeared on her face, "Ah…Dr. Brennan, so nice of you to join us."
"Agent Taffet." Brennan growled.
"I guess you over heard my discussion with Agent Booth." Taffet toke a step closer to Brennan.
"You aren't getting the case file." Brennan said folding her arms.
"You sound pretty sure of yourself, Dr. Brennan." Taffet smiled.
Brennan looked down at the ground and noticed something that made her heart leap. Taffet's shoes were covered in clay.
"Sweets." Brennan whispered, "Give me your light saber key chain."
"What? Why?" Sweets asked.
"Just do it." Brennan hissed. "Now!"
Sweets quickly handed her his light saber key chain. Brennan turned the glowing blue saber and shined it on Taffet's shoes. Her shoes had bright pink flecks glowing on them.
"What the hell are you doing?" Taffet snapped nervously.
"I should ask you the same question!" Brennan growled, "Where were you sixty hours ago?"
"None of your business!" Taffet hissed.
"What's that white stain on your jacket?" Brennan asked.
"What's she getting at?" Booth whispered to Cam.
"I have no idea." Cam whispered back.
"You know Agent Taffet; I have a few of those white stains on my clothes as well. They're from my youngest son, Nicky. They're spit up stains and the only way you could have gotten them was if you touched my kids."
Suddenly Booth understood everything. Taffet was the Grave Digger.
"WHERE THE HELL ARE MY KIDS?!" he shouted slamming Taffet to the floor.
"Not here Booth." Brennan whispered, "We'll take her to the storage closet."
Booth nodded, "Right…Sweets, call Jared, Hodgins, Zach, and Russ. Angela and Amy, come with me and Bones." Booth pulled Taffet up by the collar.
"You just made the worst mistake of your life!" Booth spat.
"What if she doesn't say anything?!" Amy asked.
"We'll make her talk, oh yes, we'll make her." Booth laughed dryly.
Finally I pulled Taffet into the story. PLEASE REVIEW!!!