A/N: Many thanks to "Terri1" my first beta, "Terri1" returned to Tears from Heaven. It seems fitting she was with me for the beginning and now for the finale. My grateful thanks for her efforts, always a pleasure Terri. Without her this story would have never been started and it would have been difficult to conclude as well. If you think it reads well, you all need to thank Terri and her wonderful edits.

Special thanks to "JenLovesBones" & "Angiebc" who spent hours with me assisting in constructing the finale.

Hugs to "Angiebc", she nursed me through the middle part of the story, I'm particularly proud of the "Wedding" and "Patty" Angie has a special touch and pointed out where I was definitely leaving gaps. Pa has her to thank.

All my Beta's have made me a better writer and I hope you enjoy our combined efforts.

Special thanks to all my patient readers for letting me finish this story on my own timetable, I've noticed I lost a few but I hope my consistent updates will make you feel more lenient towards my efforts. Those who have stuck with me, my grateful thanks

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Riddle of the week – Where have we met our other killer – Re-read end of chapter 27, he was only seen and hadn't been named until recently.


Chapter 52 – No time, no time


Damn traffic

Booth turned the radio to a news station hoping to hear what the holdup was. Traffic was moving at a snail's pace across New York's George Washington Bridge. The sound of a voice not familiar to Brennan woke her up. Startled she looked around quickly and saw they were indeed stuck in traffic. She groaned, "How long have we been here?"

"Half an hour. Thought I'd chance turning on the radio hoping to hear what the holdup is," Booth said, beyond frustrated with something as mundane as traffic holding them up.

Glancing at her watch she realized she'd been sleeping for a little over two hours and asked, "Have you heard anything?"

Booth proceeded to fill her in and finished with an exaggerated honk of his horn. He knew it was useless but it reflected his frustration with the situation.

Laying a calming hand on his forearm Brennan said with certainty, "Booth, we'll find her."

Booth looked over and saw the calm of her statement reflected in her eyes. He wondered when they'd actually switched roles. Obviously her nap had readjusted her equilibrium. He ran a hand over his face and reached for her hand. "Thanks, Bones. I guess I just needed to hear that."

She held his hand. "Have you heard from John?"

"Not yet, but I don't expect that to last," Booth said as he inched past the traffic accident that had tied up traffic. Once clear he smiled at her and said, "Okay, finally we're by that. Hopefully we'll be in Plymouth in another 3 to 4 hours."

Where the hell are they…

He knew an APB would have been issued for his shot-up F150, so immediately following their impromptu to emergency first aid session, he'd stolen a Navigator parked at a Brattleboro Shop Mart. He'd chosen it more for the room than the electronics but he certainly appreciated them. Currently they were parked in a seedy section of Boston, places were gangs hung out and the police stayed away. Perfect. He'd manage to find a prostitute looking for her next John. His father had a preference for blonds with long curly hair. He laughed silently. The U.S. Marshall back in South Londonderry was certainly his type.

While his father was currently occupied, he traced Max Keenan's last known position to Logan Airport. He doubted he boarded a plane. Keenan would have felt he'd relinquished all control had he boarded a plane. But he double-checked all the manifests for all of Keenan's aliases on flights to D.C.

He moved quickly from Logan's manifest database to the parking garage's closed-circuit monitoring system. The GPS on Max's vehicle told him the SUV was parked in long term parking section C level 4. Looking through the recordings, he spotted the SUV pulling up in a space next to a Caravan. Scott paused the video honing in on the license plate, then focused on the dashboard when Keenan had opened the driver's door giving him a clear view… he smiled. Onboard navigation system. Nice….

Using the license plate he traced the VIN number and then proceeded to hack the OnStar System to obtain Keenan's next destination….he smirked and thought, so you thought you could lose me old man. Just as he located it the passenger door opened, startling him momentarily. His father climbed back into the vehicle a satisfied smile on his face. He turned to his father and said, "Did you leave any evidence?"

"Do I ever?" Peterson responded with an evil grin.

The burn phone rang…

Booth answered quickly. "John?" He pressed the speaker phone function and put the phone back its charging stand.

"Don't you think I would have liked to have gone with you?" John demanded, frustrated. Brennan could picture John rubbing the back of his neck. He always did when he was perturbed.

Brennan asked in surprise, "You wouldn't have stopped us?"

John's sigh filled the SUV. "I would have tried, but once I realized there was no stopping you I would have joined you. " His voice dropped as he added, "She means a lot to me too."

"John, I know it's hard but we needed you back in D.C. I need you to keep pushing the lab and every resource we have available. I'm counting on you," Booth replied sincerely.

John paced his office back at the Hoover, an office occupied for years by Booth himself. He was silent as he stopped before the wide windows that faced the Washington Monument and beyond that the Lincoln Memorial. Somehow seeing these symbols of democracy made him focus on the task at hand. Sighing again he responded, "Okay, you've got it. By the way keeping an eye on the Jeffersonian is the least of your worries. Those squints are driven. I'm taking the team out to search Scott Ferguson's home within the hour. We're securing the location first before I have them come out. No sense tempting fate."

Booth nodded and replied, "Good idea, who are you taking?"

"Angela, Hodgins, Cam, and Sweets," John replied quickly.

"Sounds good, but bring Zack with you. He may surprise you," Booth replied.

Just as Booth finished Charlie rushed in handed John a Mass Pike traffic cam still. John interrupted, "Booth, Max has been spotted at the Natick rest area on the Mass Pike."

Booth asked quickly, "How long ago?"

Disappointed John answered, "Two hours."

Booth replied, "Damn it, nothing since?"

"This is the first sighting that's been reported." John paused. "It's a good thing the Mass Pike has a lot of electronic monitoring. We should be able to identify which exit Max took."

Brennan asked, "John, considering my father was instructed to switch cars, do you think he would have done it at the Airport?"

John answered, "Yeah that definitely sounds right. I'll have all the parking garage & terminal video pulled and transmitted to the Jeffersonian. Maybe Angela can spot something."

He then instructed, "Bren disassemble one of the burn phones, locate the GPS chip, and put it somewhere on your body so that if you're abducted we have something to find you with."

Booth and Bones exchanged glances and Bones answered, "John, are the chips sensitive to moisture or heat?"

"No, they're pretty impervious," John replied.

"Then I'll be wearing it. Call Booth's burn phone when you want to contact us," Bones replied as she began to remove the back of the phone.

"Will do." John stopped and then added, "Hey you two, you're not alone. Don't forget that."

Booth looked at Bones and nodded. "Thanks John, I have a feeling this is going to take every resource we have."

Hanging up he glanced at Bones again and asked, "Where exactly are you planning on putting that chip?"

Oh no…

Angela had gotten the surveillance video from Logan Int'l a short while ago, deciding to focus on the parking garage video first feeling that Max would have taken Booth's advice literally. It didn't take her long to find the video of Max transferring Issie to the Caravan. On a hunch she also hacked into Logan's electronic monitoring system, she spotted the other hack instantly and called John.

"John, Jack-Jack knows what vehicle Max stole. His IP hacked the system an hour ago," Angela said nearly breathless with anxiety.

"Okay, give me what you know. Is there any way for Jack-Jack to know where he's headed?" John asked.

Angela glanced at the paused video, which she'd stopped on the open driver's side door when Max had opened it. She spied the navigation system and nodded grimly. "Yeah, the Caravan has an OnStar system. For Jack-Jack hacking the navigation system would have been child's play."

"Okay, Ange, see if you can locate Max. I'm assuming that won't be a problem?" John asked.

"I'll have his location in 15 minutes," Angela answered.

"Okay, call me right back when you do. I'll be sending the FBI and U.S. Marshalls to the location you determine," John instructed.

"You got it," Angela responded quickly and disconnected the call.

Grandpa – I've never seen the ocean

Max and Issie had just left the public restrooms located on Plymouth's historic Mayflower pier. They walked hand and hand toward the end of the dock, and for the moment he relaxed. He waved his arm wide, gesturing toward the harbor. "So what do you think baby girl?"

Issie looked up with sparkling brown eyes. "Grandpa, it's so big!"

"It sure is Issie. That's the Atlantic ocean out there!" Max pointed out. Holding her hand he led her toward the walking path that skirted the water's edge stopping at the memorial marking Plymouth Rock. Picking up Issie, he leaned forward to show her the historic rock and laughed. "Sure looks a lot smaller than I remember the last time."

"See Mr. Bear, One, Six, Two and Zero!" Issie smiled at her teddy bear and read off the numbers.

"My goodness you are a smart girl. Your mama teach you that?" Max asked Issie was proving to be even brighter than her mother at the same age.

Issie nodded happily. "Mama taught me. I can spell my name too! Isabelle Seeley McKeenan." She paused and murmured uncertainly, "Grandpa?"

Max asked, "Yes, Issie?"

The feel of the barrel of a gun pushing into his ribs stopped him cold. His heart dropped. A harsh voice whispered, "Keenan, do as I say and I won't hurt that granddaughter of yours…."

On their way…

The burn phone on the dash chirped. Booth picked it up quickly. "John?"

"We've located Max, or should I say Angela's located his vehicle. He's driving a Caravan and it's parked at Plymouth's historic wharf near the Mayflower. It's been there about 15 minutes," John reported.

"Okay, we're about 40 minutes away just heading down the expressway and should be on Route 3 in about 10 minutes. Call me if you get any movement," Booth replied.

"Will do. By the way, Angela's still working on tracking Jack-Jack, but he's shut down his laptop. About an hour ago he figured out what Max was driving and that he had an onboard navigation system," John said grimly.

"John…," Booth began.

"FBI and U.S. Marshalls are on the way, should get there 20 minutes before you do," John interrupted.

"Hopefully they're in time," Booth replied and added, "Call me the minute you hear anything."

"You know I will," John said and closed the call.


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