A/N: Well, this story all came about because of a lovely author here who goes by the penname stevieLUVSAlex, if you aren't familiar with her work please check it out! stevieLUVSAlex and I tossed around some ideas and decided to co-author a story and this is our brain child. Thanks so much stevieLUVSAlex, this wouldn't have been possible without you!

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A/N 3: This chapter contains references to rape and assault by a member of the church this is by no means meant as an attack against the church. It is however based on my personal experience with several members of "church" that sadly the experiences depicted in this story as well as many others do happen. If you would prefer to skip this chapter just keep in mind the priest is not the killer, just the rapist and his actions do have a direct effect on reason Marie was killed.

Disclaimer: Still unable to claim Bones as my own.

"Father Michaels?" Booth addressed.

The man in the white collar looked up, slightly stunned to have a man calling his name. He had thought he was alone in the church. "Yes," he answered skeptically. "Who are you?"

Booth stepped forward, Brennan dragging closely behind.

Booth flashed his badge at the priest and shoved it back in his jacket pocket. "Special Agent Seeley Booth of the FBI and this is my partner Temperance Brennan," he offered.

"The writer?" the priest eyes lingered on Brennan, making Booth instantly uncomfortable.

"Yes," Brennan answered.

"Wow… what did I do to earn the privilege of being questioned by a best-selling author?" he smiled looking pleased as his eyes continued to watch Brennan.

"Rumor has it that you know Marie Jackson," Booth asked bluntly trying to revert this attention away from his partner. Booth knew what this man was, and the idea that he was looking at Brennan, made the blood in his veins boil. He was holding his temper well… for now at least.

Father Michaels turned his attention to Booth, and pretended to think. "Marie Jackson," he repeated. "No. I don't think so."

His body language was screaming out liar. His eyes were dodging in all directions, and his feet were constantly shifting from one to the other. Booth could even see the beads of sweat beginning to form across his forehead.

"Are you sure about that?" Booth pushed.

"Quite sure," the priest nodded. "What is this regarding?"

"Murder!" Brennan stated matter-of-factly.

The shock on the priests face was almost convincing.

"She's dead…" he gasped.

"You act as if you know her" Brennan challenged.

Father Michaels lowered his head in obvious shame. "I did."

"And you killed her too?" Booth questioned.

"No," he cried looking up. "I would never hurt her. She was an angel."

Brennan looked to Booth for help. She wasn't sure where to take the interrogation from here. This was his area of expertise.

"An angel as in…" Booth's voice trailed off as he looked up.

"No, Agent Booth… she was a delight of a girl. Very sweet…"

"You know all about that, don't you?" he shot back bitterly as the image of him touching the girl came to his mind. If anyone had dared to touch his child, they would have been dog meat.

"I don't know what you're referring to," Father Michaels said innocently.

"We spoke to someone, who saw you touching HER!" he shot back.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he repeated.

"You want to make it difficult, fine, let's go down to the Hoover… and have ourselves a chat…" he suggested.

Father Michaels shifted his feet.

"I'd rather not, if you don't mind."

"I do," Booth stated. He pulled out his hand cuffs and in one swift move shoved the priest's hands behind his back and cuffed him. He groaned in pain. "Shut up!" Booth hissed pushing him towards the door.

In the interrogation room some time later, Booth paced the room as he questioned the man at the table.

"You touched Marie Jackson…" he accused.

"No I didn't," the man denied.

"Not what we heard. We heard from a reliable source that you pinned her to the platform while she pleaded for you to stop… she also wanted a beer that you wouldn't let her have."

"Alcoholic beverages are not appropriate to be drinking when you are distressed. Marie was distressed."

"Of course she was," he replied. "You were raping her."

"I did NO such thing. That's ludicrous! I am a man of God."

Booth trembled with rage. "Listen to me, you piece of crap, I don't care too much for you, and right now God is condemning you to hell for what you did… so why don't you just admit that you crossed the line and you raped that girl, more than once, over and over…" he barked.

Father Michaels shook his head. "No. I didn't do it."

Brennan looked through the two-way mirror, an idea springing to mind.

"So you wouldn't be surprised to know that someone is out there as we speak, telling in detail what they saw in the church…" she challenged.

The priest's face turned white, and his eyes moved toward the mirror as if he expected to see someone. He looked back at Brennan.

"Is that true?" Father Michaels pressed.

Booth shrugged playing along with Brennan's idea. "If I were you, I'd start talkin'…"

His eyes shot down to his hands, examining them closely, as if he expected to find the answers there. "Marie came to me once… she was talking about her mother… she was distressed and angry, and hurt…"

"And you took advantage of her?" Booth accused.

Brennan stood back and listened.

"It wasn't like that," Father Michaels denied. "We talked… she came by a lot. She confided in me, and we built a solid relationship. We loved each other."

"So it was consensual?" Booth asked rolling his eyes.

"Yes," he answered.

"You're a man of God… how could you betray him that way?"

"I had a moment of weakness."

"But it wasn't a one of anything it was on-going… you said yourself, you loved her."

"I did."

"So then how could it be a moment of weakness?"

The man shifted in his seat.

"STOP LYING!" Booth growled. "You made your move, and she rejected you, and so you forced her MORE than once!"

"No…" he declined.

"Listen, Father…" he started.

"No," he shook his head. "I loved her. She said she cared about me, but she didn't, or else she would have known I was risking my soul for her."

"But you had to have her anyway, you had to have whatever you wanted, and you took it. You RAPED her."

"Yes, okay… I did. But she made it she wanted me first."

"And that drove you mad? You got angry, and killed her."

Father Michaels shook his head again. "I didn't kill her. I loved her. I would never have hurt her."

He was stubbornly sticking to his story.

"Either way, you're going to prison, you sick piece of crap! GET UP! You are under arrest for the rape of Marie Jackson…" the priest stood from the chair and Booth came around to cuff him. "You have the right to remain silent anything you say…"

Brennan nodded looking pleased at least to have some kind of justice for Marie, but she wasn't quite finished yet. She would find out who killed her, even if it took every available source and every fiber of strength she had. She'd find out who did it, and she wouldn't give up until she did.