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 sticking with me. Those that have reviewed in the past or have reviewed continually, you have my special thanks. This story would not have been finished without your constant support. Some of you know I'd never written anything but technical & training materials in my life. So creating a fictional plot that people enjoyed has been quite the experience for me. So never, ever think your reviews are not valued. Don't forget you all collectively saved John. He'd be dead in South Londonderry if it wasn't for your input.

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Question from last chapter - Most votes for favorite Original Character is…? This was a really close vote but Issie seems to have taken the lead from My original characters, as for the show... Everyone has a consensus... definitely Max. Just goes to show.


Chapter 53 – OMG, we have to find her?


John…

Booth answered.

"Booth, we've located the van but Max is nowhere in sight," John ground out in frustration. "Dammit, if he's hiding her I'm going to have his hide."

"We're almost there. We're just pulling off the highway. Who's on site?" Booth asked as he tried to remain calm.

"You'll spot them immediately. State Police, FBI, and U.S. Marshall's Service, just park near the Mayflower. I doubt you'd miss them," John said.

"Okay, I'll call you once I've talked to them," Booth muttered grimly. His jaw tightened over the thought of Issie so close and yet so far.

"Booth, I'm at the Jeffersonian, just going in to pick up the squints. We'll be on our way to Scott Ferguson's house in a few minutes," John said, then added, "You know the drill. Call the burn phone as soon as you know anything."

"Will do, good luck," Booth replied.

"You too," John said as he walked into the Jeffersonian. No problem with gathering the squints, they were all there ready to go.

10 minutes later…

Booth parked beside the FBI SUV, recognizing the antenna rig right away. He jumped out and headed for the nearest suit and Bones followed him immediately.

The agent on the scene reached forward to briefly shake Booth's hand. "You're ADD Booth right? We've been expecting you, sir."

Booth shook his hand then gestured towards Brennan, momentarily fumbling. They hadn't discussed revealing her true identify and he made a quick decision. He wasn't in the mood for the paparazzi to get a hold of the story, so he went with his gut and introduced Brennan with her cover ID. "This is my partner Dr. Patty Addison."

The officer reached over and shook her hand, and then he led them quickly to the knot of FBI agents, U.S. Marshals, and state police. They'd just reached the cluster of agents when Booth flashed his badge. He noted some surprised looks-it wasn't often an ADD from D.C. was involved on a local kidnapping case. It was generally handled by the local field office. Of course, there usually weren't U.S. Marshals involved either. Booth got straight to the point. "Isabelle McKeenan, we believe, has been abducted by a pair of serial killers." He paused and looked each agent in the eye. "I think you've heard of Jack-Jack?"

Seeing each man nodded and straighten at the mention of such a nefarious killer, he asked, "Any sign of Keenan or Isabelle?"

Just then an agent rushed forward with a clear plastic evidence bag containing, of all things, a plush, well worn teddy bear. Brennan gasped recognizing it immediately and flashed a panicked look at Booth. Reaching out unobtrusively, he squeezed her hand hoping she'd hold it together. He really needed that genius brain of hers working. She took a deep breath and asked, "Officer, may I see that evidence? I believe it may belong to Isabelle."

Her hand trembled slightly as she took the bag. Forcing herself to relax she took a deep breath and began to mentally recite the bones of the hand. Whenever stressed she'd always resorted to naming the bones of the human skeletal system in her mind, it never failed to relax her. She began to examine the bear, noting the worn patches along paws, the slight trail of crumbs across its chest as well as the nearly detached left ear. She nodded. "This is definitely Isabelle's, where was it located?"

"Over by the Plymouth Rock memorial," the agent replied pointing toward the site.

Booth asked quickly, "Okay, I need every bit of video surveillance you have of this area sent to the Jeffersonian now. Who here is going to handle that for me?"

The State Police officer stepped forward. "I can handle that, I already have all the necessary contacts."

Booth nodded then turned to the rest of the officers and asked, "Let's collect the evidence we can and get an Amber Alert issued on Isabelle McKeenan."

He watched as each officer nodded. "I don't have to tell you the danger she's in. Canvas the area for witnesses and get statements. Maybe we'll get lucky and someone spotted Jack-Jack's vehicle and about what time they were taken."

He paused. "We do know Max Keenan parked an hour ago, so keep that timeframe in mind when canvassing witnesses." He nodded to them in dismissal. "Report back here in 20."

Once the officers left Booth crossed the street guiding Brennan, as he had so many times in the past, toward the two women he spotted earlier. They were obviously retired and seated together in the small public garden facing the memorial. Stopping before them, Booth flashed his badge then showed them Issie's picture from his iPhone. "Have either of you seen this little girl within the last hour?"

"Gale, isn't that the little girl we saw about half an hour ago?" The speaker turned to face her companion and prodded, "Remember, you thought her grandfather was yummy?"

The other woman teased right back. "As if you didn't?" She replied to Booth, "Can I see that picture officer? Can I call you officer?"

"You can call me anything you want. Have you seen this little girl?" Booth prodded gently using his best charm smile.

The woman looked up and remarked, "She's obviously your daughter she has your smile and your eyes."

Booth nodded hoping no one else had heard. "Do you remember seeing her?"

"Yes, about 30 minutes ago. Annie had gone off to get us some pastry at the lovely Italian bakery at the time." She winked. "We take turns so all those calories don't sit on these hips of ours." She laughed quickly and seeing the impatience growing in her new suitor, said, "I digress, yes. I saw him I'd say thirty minutes ago, he and that adorable little girl left in a navy blue Lincoln Navigator. I believe a 2009."

Booth jotted down the information. "2009. You must know your cars?"

"No, it's just that my ex has a silver Navigator, so it wasn't that hard to determine. He was a bit of a car fanatic," Gale replied.

Brennan moved forward and asked, "Excuse me, I'm Dr. Patty Addison, Agent Booth's partner. Can you tell me if they looked alright?"

Gale glanced between them and bit her lip. These two obviously shared something more than a partnership. "Dr. Addison, your daughter appeared fine as did that handsome man with her."

Brennan stepped back, surprised. She wasn't used to people identifying lineage as quickly as she did and asked quickly, "Do you have a background in anthropology, forensic anthropology?"

Gale smiled. "So you caught me, yes. I use to teach Forensic Anthropology at Harvard. My name is Dr. Gale Wetzel." She looked more closely at the woman before her and added quietly, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Dr. Brennan."

Brennan moved forward and said quietly, "Dr. Wetzel the pleasure is mine. But may I ask for your discretion? The public in general still regards me as deceased and I prefer to keep it that way for a short time longer."

Dr. Wetzel reached out and patted her hand lightly. "Don't you worry about Annie and me. We'll keep your secret safe." She smiled up at Booth and added, "All your secrets."

She pointed up the hill. "The memorial hall up there often has surveillance video shot of the harbor; they may have captured that vehicle on tape."

Booth and Brennan thanked her and moved quickly to mount the granite steps leading up to the top of memorial hill. At the summit they found Trooper Hendricks already speaking to the curator. Booth joined them and said, "I have a couple of eye witnesses who saw Isabelle and Max 30 minutes ago. They left in a navy 2009 Lincoln Navigator. Join us in 10 with as much information as the curator can give us off the cameras, Officer. I want to have that Amber Alert issued ASAP."

Seeing the trooper's nod Booth escorted Bones back down the steps. She was gripping the railing tightly, her knuckles white with the strain. "Bones, you okay? Are you feeling dizzy or something?"

Brennan glanced up surprised. "No why would you ask?"

"Because you're gripping that handrail like you'd fall down these stairs at a moment's notice if you weren't holding it, that's why," Booth said having reached the bottom step.

"Sorry, my mind was distracted, I just can't keep the image of how frightened Issie must be," Brennan said biting her lip nervously.

"I don't think Jack-Jack will hurt her. At least not yet. I think he might be on to us," Booth replied his eyes conveying what his words had not.

"So he's after me, isn't he?" Bones asked though she felt it was rhetorical.

Booth nodded, his tone grim. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure."

"If that's the case, he'll contact us," Brennan stated quickly.

"Yeah, he'll be in touch. But probably not for a few hours. He'll want a decent head start." Booth squinted at the light shining off the Atlantic. The breeze was causing the boats to bob peacefully on its surface. All he could think was the paradox of a peaceful ocean and his own emotions in complete turmoil. Not only was his daughter in grave danger, he was pretty sure his wife would be joining that list shortly. There'd be no talking her out of taking any chance to rescue their daughter, and honestly he understood though it didn't make it any easier.

Booth guided her across the street to where the agents were gathered waiting for him. He squeezed her hand one last time and said quietly before joining them, "We'll talk in the car."

She nodded discreetly. They entered the circle of agents and like Booth she waited for their updates.

20 minutes later…

Booth and Bren returned to Cam's Honda Pilot and quickly called John. "We've got an update. Mass State police are issuing an Amber Alert as we speak; Jack-Jack's got them. He's driving we think a stolen navy 2009 Lincoln Navigator."

John replied, "Oh god." He was struggling with his own terror on the far end of the line. "I really had hoped your delay in calling me had more to do with finding her. Do you think he'll ….?"

Booth replied firmly, "No. I think he's planning on using Issie to lure Bones out. I expect a call on my FBI number anytime; have Charlie setup a trace on my phone."

"Okay, you've got it. We've just arrived at Scott Ferguson's house, hopefully we can figure out where he might have taken them. Where are you headed now?"

"We're going to pick up some coffee and head back to D.C. I'm pretty sure that's where he's headed. It's his home base," Booth replied.

Brennan piped up, "John call us with anything you find. I might be able to assist; Angela provided me a laptop with a direct link to the Jeffersonian."

"Will do, good luck," John offered.

"You too," Brennan said sincerely.

After 4 PM…

"Angela, find anything?" John asked. They had been in Scott Ferguson's home for the past hour. He'd brought along Sweets, Cam, Hodgins, Zack, and Angela thinking the less exposure to FBI resources the better.

The house appeared to be abandoned recently and in a hurry.

"There's nothing here," Hodgins said disappointed. "Just some expired milk in the fridge that's about it."

"Did it expire recently?" Zack asked.

"Yeah, just yesterday," Hodgins answered and looked at John and added, "Which means they only left a few days ago."

"Wait, wait, I think I found something," Angela rushed in with a laptop in her hands.

Confused Zack asked, "He left his laptop? That would be incredibly foolish of him to do so."

"It appears to be several years old, still on Windows 2000. He probably forgot he had it," Angela replied.

"Can you get in?" John asked.

"Yeah, Windows 2000 had some security flaws that I took advantage of, plus having access to his information center didn't hurt. I have an idea of how he thinks," Angela replied. Raising a brow she added, "Yeah, definitely creepy."

"What did you find?" he asked.

"A diary of sorts, several years old. It appears to contain some pretty horrific descriptions of his kills, but what's interesting is that it appears to be a kill diary from two different killers," Angela replied.

"How unusual. That's not normally something shared between killers," Sweets said having heard the update.

Angela shrugged. "Maybe he wanted to keep it all in the family. Let's face it, we're already convinced the older Jack-Jack is his father."

"It's odd. Any kills were described in detail, both human and animal alike." Raising her eyes to meet John's she added, "Apparently he was quite the hunter and certainly seemed to enjoy what he was good at."

"Anything on where he liked to hunt, maybe a cabin, a specific area?" John asked quickly thinking a remote cabin would be a great hideout.

"I'm going to check the house for hunting gear. There could be particulates that might lead us to a specific area," Hodgins said quickly as he left the room in search of something like hiking boots. They were usually a treasure trove of specimens.

Angela scanned through a number of entries and replied, "Nothing, John. He only describes the actual act of killing."

Cam interrupted, "Sweets, any ideas of how to find where he liked to hunt?"

"Photographs. If he was that proud of his kills, I bet there are photographs of his favorite hunting spots," Sweets immediately answered.

John jumped on it. "Okay everyone spread out, look for photographs, personal notes, tax notices, anything that might give us an idea of where this psycho is headed."

After 6 PM….

Booth and Bones had been on the road for the past hour. Traffic was reasonable considering it was the height of rush hour; they'd gotten lucky so far. They'd manage to avoid the normal Boston gridlock.

Booth's FBI phone rang and he murmured, "Not a word, Bones. Not a word."

She nodded and he answered. "Booth."

"Well, Agent Booth… or should I say Director? I think you know who I am," Scott said mildly.

Tipping his hand only slightly Booth said, "I believe I'm speaking to a serial killer. Would I be correct?"

"I'd say you know a bit more than that, but I'll play along. Yes, you're speaking to Jack-Jack, though I do hate that nomenclature. You'd think the FBI could have come up with something a bit more creative than that," Scott sighed.

"Sorry, we'll take that under advisement," Booth said. He mouthed to Bones, record the call.

She nodded and pressed the record button on her Blackberry as he pulled off to into the breakdown lane so he could listen more intently.

"So what do I owe the pleasure of this call," Booth asked smoothly, trying desperately to extend the call long enough for the FBI to trace it.

"Well I'll be quick, I know how this works Booth. All those years in military intelligence tells me you've already arranged for your phone to be traced, so I'll get right to it," Scott replied.

"I have Dr. Brennan's daughter and her father, the only way either of them is going to survive is you do exactly as I tell you," Scott said quietly.

Booth stiffened then demanded, "I'll be doing nothing of the sort without proof of life, so you better arrange for that."

"I anticipated that Director. You'll be receiving a video shortly. You'll have to excuse their appearance, I was required to subdue them," Scott replied his voice devoid of emotion.

Gripping Bones's hand tightly he threatened, "If you hurt either of them, I'll hunt you down. And once I find you, your own mother won't recognize you."

Scott laughed grimly. "Good to know some things don't change, Booth. Always with the threats. Expect another call within the hour."

Booth stared at the phone, unable to believe the ass had hung up on him. Moments later he received a video link. His hand trembled slightly as he hit the play button. It was of Issie struggling against her bonds, her eyes wild with fright. Her whimpers could be heard through the gag they'd placed over her mouth. The image shifted to Max. If looks could kill Scott would have died in that instant. Scott's voice could be heard. "Remember, Dr. Brennan. Those most precious to you are depending on you." The video feed was cut leaving Booth and Brennan gasping for breath.

Booth pulled a weeping Bones into his arms. Anger raged through him… he was well beyond fright. Grimly he thought to the Old Testament and thought, Yes an eye for an eye sounds exactly right.


A/N: R&R is very much appreciated. Lets me know you're interested in the story and its outcome.

Question – So you've had Roxie, Wanda and now Patty as Brennan's undercover personalities who was the most convincing and your favorite, answer can be mutually exclusive – lol… sound off. No worries.. I won't be offended, just love to hear your take on that.