Booth lets his hand fall form his ear and snaps the cell shut. Angela watches him curiously. "I gotta go Ange. That was Zack, I've got something to go on." She nods at him and smiles.

"Ok, but think about what I said. She needs to know."

"What difference will it make now?"

"Booth –"

"I really need to get back to the bureau. If you want to tell her, be my guest." He turns the key in the ignition, Angela holds up her hands in defeat and gets out of the SUV. Closing the door she watches as Booth reverses out of the space and drives away. She looks at the ground shaking her head. She knows that he isn't going to tell Brennan anything, and she understands his reasons, it also highlights the fact that she doesn't have a choice in the matter. Folding her arms across her chest she heads back into the building.

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Sitting at his desk, Booth cradles his telephone receiver between his shoulder and ear whilst pushing keys on his keyboard.

"Uhu….. You are absolutely certain that the kid was with them?...Ever have any trouble with him? …….Yeah…. Well I appreciate your help sheriff….We're not sure, just investigating all possibilities. Thanks."

He replaces the handset and leans forward resting his chin on his folded hands as he examines the monitor in front of him. He frowns and chews his bottom lip in thought. Lifting the handset again he punches in a number and holds the set against his ear.

"Hey Jenkins? It's Booth, I need you to do some digging…. I need records of any financial activity within the past two weeks for a Joseph R Robinson, date of birth February twelfth, nineteen eighty two. I want you to do a check on financial activity from his parent's account too…. I'll need that information as soon as possible. Thanks"

He puts the phone back onto its cradle and looking at it contemplates calling Brennan to keep her updated. Shaking his head he focuses back on the information in front of him.

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She left early, not wanting to have any more confrontations with Angela, and if Booth were to come looking for her she didn't especially want to have a confrontation with him in front of everyone else. Sitting here in her apartment she was at a loss for something to do. Zack and Hodgins were under strict orders to report in to her if they uncovered anything pertinent to the case. She had left Zack trying to identify the wound pattern on the soles of the feet of the remains and match them to a weapon, Hodgins on the other hand was categorising more soil samples.

Opening her notebook she ponders writing another chapter for her latest novel. Rubbing her chin she pulls up her internet search page and types in Marcus's name, her fingers hovers over the return key as she contemplates doing a background search. Letting out a breath she hits the delete key until his name disappears. She sits back and lets out a sigh. Whatever it is, she isn't interested. Marcus is a nice, genuinely interesting guy, successful in his field, intelligent….the word safe springs into her mind and a feeling of unease passes over her.

Her mind drifts back to the night in Maine, laughing easily with Booth in the bar… the moment in the hallway when she almost lost sight of herself as she contemplated foolishly offering herself up to him. She easily recalls the will power that it had taken to clear her mind of the haze that he had seemed to create in her mind as he stood before her bare chested, touching her. She shudders as she remembers just how easily his touch had stoked her desire, it had enthralled her and scared her all at the same time. Booth wasn't safe.. he scared her, it scared her how much she seemed to be losing herself to him…she'd experienced desire before, but he was creating so many different emotions at the same time that she couldn't categorise them quick enough to create a picture of what it was exactly that she had felt. Chiding herself she realises that those emotions are not confined to Maine alone. She's been aware of the change in their relationship for a while now, she just isn't ready to accept it for what it is.

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Booth pinches the bridge of his nose and quickly lifts the handset form the cradle when it rings out. "Booth."

He listens intently and grabs a pen form the pen holder on his desk, furiously scribbling down details form his caller.

"Chicago! You're kidding…..Everything seems to be going down in Chicago right now….Never mind, when we was he spotted?...Okay, thanks Jenkins…I owe you."

Putting down the phone, Booth rips the paper from his notebook and folds it slipping it into his pocket. He pushes himself up form his desk and heads to the door grabbing his suit jacket from the back of his chair. Exiting his office and making his way to the elevators of the Hoover building he pulls his cell from his phone and jabs the elevator button, looking back at his phone he lets out a sigh and dials Brennan's number.

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Brennan climbs into the SUV and throws her holdall into the back seat, closing the door she buckles herself in and looks to Booth expectantly.

"So, what's going on?"

"Local PD are holding Jo Robinson, they can only hold him for 24 hours though, we need to get there and pin the murder of his parents on him before he walks."

"Why do cases always seem to get solved on a weekend?"

"Our flight leaves in an hour."

He purposefully doesn't meet her eyes. She notices but decides not to press him on it, they have a case to work on and any conflict between them might allow them to become sloppy. Instead she chooses to sit quietly and ride out the storm within. Booth fights his own private battle, fear threatening to swallow up his newly found courage.

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Brennan stands on the other side of the one way mirror watching as Booth interrogates Joseph Robinson. He's a tall burly young man, his age is hidden by his strong features and unkempt appearance, but his eyes disturb her, cold and distant.

Booth has his back to her, his arm slung casually over the back of the seat next to him. Joseph regards him seemingly unaffected by the interrogation and his environment.

"Joseph, you don't seem all that concerned that your parents have been discovered murdered…tortured….thrown down a well to rot."

"What do you want me to say man? Life's a bitch."

"Why'd you do it?"

"I don't know what you are talking about…. I ain't seen my parents in months. I've been in Chicago."

Booth leans forward over the table, almost as though he wants to whisper into Joseph's ear. A small smile spread over his features.

"Now now Joe. What's the point in lying? I already have a very reliable witness willing to testify that he saw you in Maine with your parents three weeks ago, you didn't see him, but he seen and knows you.. in fact, I believe you are very well acquainted with the Sheriff. Says you and he are old friends."

"He's mistaken."

Booth nods and sits back again. "See now, I thought you would say that. So I had one of my friends do some digging. We found some strands of your hair, covered in both parents blood….and before you say it, I know that's not enough to get a conviction, so I had a buddy of mine check out your financial background over the past few weeks. Shouldn't have stopped at that gas station in Maine to fill your tank, kinda gave it away that you were there."

"Ok, so I was in Maine. What does that prove?"

"Then there was the gas station in DC, two days before your fathers wallet was found hidden under a bush….minus the credit cards."

Joseph shifts uncomfortably in his chair. "So I made a stop."

Booth smiles and nods "Yes you did. Your prints were all over that wallet, and being his son, we thought nothing of it….But, at this exact moment in time, I am having security camera footage couriered to me from a liquor store where you've used the cards in the past 3 days….. I checked to make sure your dad had the cards on him in Maine, and sure enough, he comes up on the CCTV footage using them in the general convenience store."

"I'm saying nothing without a lawyer."

Booth gets up from his seat and straightens his tie. "I thought you'd say that Jo. Better start working on that plea. I got ya. I don't need to know why, I don't need to fully understand how right now….. I'm content just knowing that we got you." Booth looks around the room and pushes his hands into his pockets. "Better get used to these small rooms Jo….you're gonna be spending a lot of time in them."

Booth leaves the room. Brennan meets him outside of the door and they start to walk to the offices.

"Why did you say we had all of that evidence?"

"Because we can get it, and he doesn't know that we don't have it…. We've got him."

She nods. "Now what?"

"Well we give him time to speak to his lawyer, see what story he can spin, I'll arrange the PD to collect the evidence we need."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Wait in the car, I'll be out in a few minutes. There is somewhere I want to take you."

She frowns, hurt slightly that he isn't asking her to join him. She decides against pressing him on the issue and does as he has asked.

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Booth pulls up outside of an impressive house in suburban Chicago. He turns off the engine and glances up at the house. Brennan follows his gaze and shrugs.

"What are you wanting to show me?"

"This is it."

He gets out of the car and she follows. Closing the door he leans against it and watches her. She stands looking between him and the house at the end of the garden path. "Go on Bones."

"I don't understand."

"Go knock on the door."

She frowns at him once again and then wanders up the path. He watches as she knocks on the door. She turns back to look at him and he refuses to meet her eyes instead concentrating on the ground. Turning back to the door her frown is replaced by an expression of confusion.

"Marcus?"

Marcus looks aghast at seeing her on his doorstep. A voice from inside the house prompts her to glance past him and inside. "Marcus honey, who is it?" A heavily pregnant woman stands at the end of a reception hall, hands supporting her stomach.

Marcus glances back at her and smiles as genuinely as possible. "No one sweetheart., it's no one." His eyes fall back on her and she can see the shame in them. She smiles bitterly as the pieces of the puzzle fall into place, he wipes a hand over his face and a gold band on his finger catches her attention. "Temperance…I can explain.."

"No. I can see it all plainly for myself."

She turns on her heel and marches back down the path towards Booth who has already started to climb into the SUV. Booth looks up the path to Marcus and his wife who has now joined him at the door. He watches as Marcus ushers them both inside and closes the door behind him.

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So there it is, it's out there. Goldpiece was on the money. Good on ya. Lol