Thank you for the patience you've shown with this story. It's taken me awhile to tell it; but, I didn't want to rush it.

I don't own Bones.

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Booth, Brennan and Alex were in the Royal Diner having a late lunch. Alex had flown back with Gladys Segura after he'd had a judge sign off on extradition order. Gladys hadn't fought the extradition and Alex was grateful for that small favor.

"Once she found out that William Baker was dead, she acted like a completely different person. I still can't believe that she confessed to the whole mess."

Shaking his head, Booth sipped his coffee and then placed the cup on the table in front of him, "So this whole thing was about money?"

Nodding his head, Alex sighed, "Yeah, William Baker was involved in a bank robbery two years ago. He kept his share in a strong box in his trailer. Gladys was his girlfriend and she found out about the money and decided to steal the box. When Baker found out it was missing he confronted Gladys and demanded that she give it back. She told him that James had taken the money with him when he'd moved to D.C. By the way, that's another thing that made Baker mad. He'd been told that James was his son and Baker believed it because his name was on James' birth certificate. I guess it floored him when Gladys told him that James had moved to the east coast to live with his father, Adam Lambert. Gladys said that Baker went ballistic. He thought that she and James were trying to pull a con on Adam Lambert and he wanted James to come back to Pueblo with his money. Gladys told Baker that James refused to come back and that he'd taken the money so that he could start over with a new life."

Shaking her head, Brennan remarked, "Gladys set her own son up to be murdered."

Shrugging his shoulders, Alex continued, "Gladys told me that she thought that Baker loved his son so much that he would let James keep the money and let him try for a new life. She was kidding herself. The only one Baker loved was himself. Baker came to D.C. and tracked down James. Of course James couldn't give Baker his money back because he didn't have it. Gladys had taken the money and put in a safety deposit box in a Boulder bank. Gladys said that Baker tried to beat the location of the money out of James and killed him by accident. He left James where he died and drove back to Pueblo. Baker told Gladys that James had died without divulging where the money was. By then Gladys knew that she could never tell Baker about the money because he'd kill her too. The creepy part of this whole thing is she still loves Baker even though he murdered her son. She didn't give a rat's ass about her boy. She only cared about Baker. She's one sick bitch."

Disgusted, Booth shook his head again, "James was only fourteen years old. He never had a chance with a mother like that."

Picking up his sandwich, Alex inspected the lettuce before taking a bite. After swallowing his bite, he shook his head, "I guess Baker had finally figured out that Gladys had lied to him about the money. If Burt and I hadn't confronted him that day, I'm pretty sure Gladys would have been our next victim . . . I hated having to call James' grandmother to tell her what happened. She cried from the time I told her about what her daughter did until the call ended. It liked to broke my heart."

Rubbing the top of his right hand, Booth stared at the French fries on his plate, "The Jeffersonian can release the body for burial next week. We just have to get all of the paper work done. Adam Lambert wants to claim the body and bury the boy next to his first wife. Adam told me he's going to call James' grandparents to make sure they're okay with the arrangements."

Nodding her head, Brennan replied, "I'll let Cam know when I get back from lunch."

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That evening, Booth picked up Christine from Day Care. Walking out to the truck from the Day Care building, Christine pulled herself into the truck and looked at the booster seat. "Daddy, I'm not going to use the seatbelt anymore."

Shaking his head, Booth replied, "Of course you are Sweetheart. Daddy doesn't want anything to happen to his baby girl if we get into an accident."

Folding her arms across her chest, Christine glared at her father, "No, Daddy. You don't wear your seat belt; so, I'm not going to wear my seat belt anymore. If we get in a wreck I want to go to heaven with you."

Feeling his blood run cold, Booth stared at his daughter. Finding his voice, Booth pulled his daughter toward him and held her against his chest, "Baby. . . I . . . Christine, if I promise to wear my seat belt will you wear yours?"

Nodding her head, Christine replied, "Yes, Daddy. I'll wear it as long as you wear yours. I don't want you to go to heaven without me."

Sighing, Booth released his daughter and watched her move to sit in her booster seat. Buckling the seat belt, Christine looked at her father, "You promised Daddy."

Nodding his head, Booth replied, "Yea, I promised."

Closing the door, Booth slowly trudged around to the driver's side of the truck and opened the door. Staring at the interior of the truck, Booth closed his eyes for a few minutes and then slid into the truck. Buckling the seat belt on, Booth sighed. Turning to look at his daughter, Booth smiled, "Daddy loves you Sweetheart."

Smiling back, Christine pointed to her seat belt, "Thanks Daddy. Billy Thomas's Daddy died in a car wreck last week. Billy said that his Daddy wasn't wearing his seat belt so he went to heaven without him. I don't want you to go to heaven without me."

Nodding his head, Booth licked his bottom lip, "I understand Christine. I'll wear the seat belt for you."

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After driving over to the Jeffersonian to pick up Brennan, Booth drove out of the parking lot and entered traffic. Brennan staring at Booth's seat belt reached out and touched Booth's right hand where it rested between his chest and the seat belt.

"Thank you Booth for wearing the seat belt."

Smiling sadly, Booth pulled the seat belt away from this chest and felt it slide back trapping his hand between the belt and his chest again, "Yeah, no problem.

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I'm almost done with this story. Reviews would be wonderful.