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Lester pulled up at the front of the main entrance to the hospital and dropped Booth and Brian off. Before driving away, Lester called out, "I'll find a parking place and be right back. Don't go up there without me."
Watching Lester drive into the parking lot, Brian turned towards Booth, "You know he really takes his job as your bodyguard seriously."
Booth shifted his sling a little and turned towards the main entrance. "Yeah, he's a good kid. Don't tell him I told you that though."
Walking into the hospital's Lobby, Booth saw the Martinsburg police chief standing just inside the entrance waiting for him.
Grateful that the local police were cooperating with the FBI, Booth moved over to where the police chief was standing, held out his badge and introduced himself. "I believe you might be looking for us? I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth." Glancing at Brian and then back at the Police Chief, Booth continued, "This is Special Agent Brian Holtz. My partner, Lester Brown is parking his truck and he'll be here shortly."
Nodding his head, the police chief didn't offer his hand since Booth obviously couldn't shake it, "Yeah, I'm Police Chief Martin Green. Deputy Director Cullen let me know that you were on the way and then when your call came in that you were in town and on the way here, I decided to come out and see if I could be of help."
Scanning the Lobby, Booth turned his attention back to the Police Chief. "Thanks, I appreciate that. Did Cullen fill you in about what's going on and who Jeffrey Combs is?"
Nodding his head, Martin replied, "Oh, yeah. I cannot believe that guy actually drove up here for medical treatment."
Lester, rushing through the main entrance doorway, hurried over to where Booth and Brian were standing. To Booth's amusement, he noticed that Lester breathing hard. Pointing at the younger man, Booth introduced him to Martin Green. "This is my partner, Lester Brown."
With a quick nodd of his head, Martin pointed to the elevators. "Want to go up now? I have two officers on his door. Combs doesn't know they're there. I thought it'd be best to wait for you to show up and let you break the news that he's under arrest for the suspicion of murder."
Happy that Combs was cornered, Booth assured the Police Chief. "Yeah, we're ready, more than ready."
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Entering Combs' hospital room, Booth noticed that their suspect had some tubes running in and out of his body. Combs appeared to be asleep and his pallor was very bad.
Standing next to Jeffrey Combs' bed, Booth exclaimed, "Picked the wrong victim I see."
Combs, jerking awake, looked blearily at Booth. "What did you say?"
Unable to keep from smiling, Booth repeated himself. "I said, you picked the wrong victim this time."
Closing his eyes, Combs replied, "I don't know what the Hell you're talking about. You have no right to be here. Get the hell out of my room."
Lester, pulling a chair across the room, placed it near Combs' bed and urged Booth to sit down. "Here you are Boss."
Flashing a smile at Lester, Booth sat down and then stared at Combs. "Yeah, that's not going to be happening."
Turning to Lester, Booth ordered him, "Lester, read Combs his rights. Be careful to enunciate and speak slowly. We want to make sure that Mr. Combs understands all of his rights. Brian, record it please."
Opening his eyes again, Combs glared at Booth. "That's Special Agent Jeffrey Combs to you and I know my rights, probably better than your baby boy does."
Lester pulled out his Miranda card and read Jeffrey Combs his rights very slowly. In fact he read it so slow it was almost like he was reading a list of words.
Brian, rolling his eyes, scratched his right ear and sighed.
Combs furious that Lester was reading him his rights glared at the young agent and once Lester was done, Combs evoked his right to counsel.
Amused at Combs' fury, Booth patted Combs' arm. "That's your right. Chief Green will make sure that your stay here is comfortable and once the hospital releases you then he'll transfer you to his jail to await extradition, unless you want to wave that and we just take you back to D.C. with us. We can get an ambulance to take you back."
"Piss off. I'm not going anywhere with you." Combs snarled. "I was attacked by some lunatic at a rest stop and I drove here for treatment. I haven't done anything wrong."
Slowly rubbing his jaw, Booth glanced back at the Police Chief. "Yeah, nice try. We found Louise's car. We caught your ass because Louise fought for her life. She was a very brave young lady and I'm really proud of her. We got your sorry ass you lunatic."
Grinding his teeth, Combs remained silent.
Booth stood up and walked over to Martin's side. "Okay, I'll have someone come up from D.C. and babysit Combs. I'd appreciate it if you'd keep an officer on the door until we can extradite him. If you have to lock his ass up then that's fine with me too."
Martin glancing at Combs and then back at Booth, smiled at the outraged look on Combs' face. "No problem. I'm going to have to handcuff him to his bed until the hospital releases him. Of course, they may not be releasing him."
Startled, Combs jerked his head to look at the Police Chief. Booth noticing Combs fearful expression, asked the police officer, "What do you mean?"
Ignoring Combs, Martin replied, "I talked to his doctor before you got here. Combs was knifed and his lower intestine was nicked. Now he has peritonitis and sepsis. He waited too long to get treatment. Apparently his last victim knifed him when he attacked her and the knife wasn't sterile."
Blowing air through his lips, Booth shook his head and stared at Combs. "You are one stupid son of a bitch."
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Combs may not make it to trial, but at least they caught him. Well, his victim caught him.