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Agent Webb had found out where Pelant was and after reporting that fact to Flynn, he'd called Booth to let him know. "Since the guy is free to come and go, it took me awhile to track him down. He's almost completely off of the grid. He's got a job teaching a computer course at the Brookside Outreach Center. He's trying to show us what a good boy he is. We sent an agent over to the center to take a course from that creep and to keep an eye on him."

Writing down the times that Pelant was teaching, Booth started working on his paperwork. He'd been at it for a few hours when he noticed Flynn standing next to him. Looking up Flynn asked the usual questions about Brennan and made the usual threats. Irritated, Booth stood up and informed Flynn he was going to lunch. Harris, scrambling to follow Booth, glared at Flynn as he passed him. Angry, Flynn watched Harris hurry down the hallway after Booth.

Catching up with Booth in the stairwell, Harris grabbed Booth's arm, "What's the hurry?"

Throwing off Harris's arm, Booth stormed down the stairwell to the second level of the parking garage and walked over to his truck. Hearing Harris following him, Booth stopped and turned to look at his baby sitter. "Back off Harris."

Puzzled about Booth's behavior, Harris spread his hands, "I can't and you know it."

Opening the door to his truck, Booth stared at the worried agent, "Do what you have to do, just keep back." Starting up his truck, Booth peeled out of his parking space and drove away from his keeper.

Worried, Harris turned and ran towards his truck, started it up and left his parking space as fast as he could. Driving down the ramp, Harris stopped at the security barrier, rolled down his window and leaned out of it, "Hey Carson, which way did Booth turn?"

Pointing right, Carson smiled, "Better not lose him. Flynn might have a whole herd of cows if you do."

Flipping Carson the finger, Harris turned right out into traffic and started looking for Booth's truck. "I'm going to kill him. Okay, I'm not going to kill him. . . SHIT!"

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Arriving at the homeless shelter, Booth noticed Pelant standing amidst a cluster of desks holding PCs. Watching him lean over and answer a question, Booth requested a form from the clerk to do volunteer work. Making sure Pelant saw him, Booth smiled at him and stood where the killer could see him while he filled out the form. Once the form was completed, he handed it back to the clerk and left the building.

Once he was in his truck, Booth pulled out his phone from his jacket pocket and checked for missed calls. Noticing the six missed calls from Harris, Booth returned his call, "What do you want?"

Exasperated, Harris growled, "Where are you?"

Smiling, Booth replied, "The Brookside Outreach Center. I'm leaving now and I'm going over to the Founding Fathers."

Hanging up on Booth, Harris performed an illegal U-turn amidst honking horns and squealing tires and raced back towards the Founding Fathers. Once he arrived he parked his truck and hurried over to the entrance of the bar and waited.

Parking his truck across the street from the Founding Fathers, Booth noticed that Harris' truck was already there. Spying the agent at the entrance to the bar, Booth sauntered over to where Harris was fuming. "Miss me?"

Furious, Harris placed his hands on his hips, "Why'd you go to the homeless shelter? Planning on moving? What are you keeping secret?"

Laughing, Booth responded, "If I told you then it wouldn't be a secret now would it? . . . By the way, I thought you were a better agent than that. I shouldn't have been able to get away from you like that. I wouldn't have let that happen."

Following Booth into the bar, Harris sighed.

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Flynn had called Booth into this office the minute he saw Booth return to his desk, "What were you doing at the Brookside Outreach Center?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth frowned, "I'm bored; so, I went over there to sign up to do volunteer work." Snapping his fingers, Booth continued, "Oh, yeah, you'll never believe who I saw at the shelter. Christopher Pelant was there teaching a computer education course. Imagine my surprise when I found him there. The world keeps getting smaller and smaller."

Frowning, Flynn shook his head, "You expect me to believe you just happened to run into Pelant? Really?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth frowned, "I don't expect anything from you. I'm just telling you that I noticed Pelant was at the Center. You can do what you want with the information."

Glaring at Booth, Flynn ordered, "You stay away from Pelant, that's an order."

Smirking, Booth asked, "Now why would I want to go near Pelant? I'm sure he has a minder or two so I don't need to be added to the pile, besides, I have all of that paper work to do; so, I really don't have time to do your job anyway."

Shaking his head, Flynn remarked, "You're such a smart ass, Booth. Someday that smart mouth of yours is going to get you into a world of hurt."

Squinting, Booth stared intently at Flynn, "Are you threatening me?"

Shaking his head again, Flynn answered, "I'm warning you."

Turning, Booth walked back to his desk and sat down. Glancing over to where Harris was sitting, Booth saw the agent staring out of the window near him.

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Flynn stared at Cullen who in turn studied his temporary head of Major Crimes unit. "He filled out a volunteer sheet and left. He didn't approach Pelant or speak to him. It could just be a coincidence."

Shaking his head, Flynn stared at open disbelief at his superior, "There is no way he just happened to show up at that shelter on the day and at the time Pelant just happened to be there. Someone told him Pelant would be there and Booth wanted Pelant to know that he knew where he was. He's trying to intimidate Pelant."

Laughing, Cullen shook his head, "It's a free country, Flynn. If Booth wants to do volunteer work at the shelter you or I can't stop him."

Folding his arms across his chest, Flynn lifted his chin, "He was warned to stay away from Pelant. I'm pretty sure that either Agent Webb or Agent McCloskey told him where Pelant was. His agents act like Booth is still head of Major Crimes. It's ridiculous."

Shrugging his shoulders, Cullen remarked, "I doubt anyone told Booth where Pelant is. None of his people want to see him get into trouble. They know it will just be a matter of time before we have the proof we need to bring Pelant in. The Jeffersonian is still working on the Ethan Sawyer case and I have confidence that Pelant will be tied to that case. I'm hoping they can tie him to the Hannah Burley case along with the Karl Kitchen case; but, if they can't then I'll settle for what I can get. Once we have him in custody for Sawyer's murder then Dr. Brennan will be able to come back and Booth will get his job back."

Shaking his head, Flynn responded, "All of the proof points to Dr. Brennan being the killer of Ethan Sawyer."

Staring at Flynn, Cullen shook his head, "I have work to do. You can warn Booth to stay away from Pelant; but, he didn't do anything wrong and you can't prove otherwise. I'd drop it if I were you."

Standing, Flynn remarked, "Even you call the agents in Major Crimes Booths' people."

Staring at Flynn, Cullen didn't respond. Flynn, realizing that he may have over stepped the line, turned and left the room. Cullen watching him leave, picked up his phone and called his his former head of Major Crimes, "Booth, stay away from Pelant, that's an order."

Not surprised, Booth answered, "Yes, Sir."

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