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Chapter 15
Monday Morning at 11 a.m.
Brennan and her team were working on the next Civil War body identification when Booth walked into the lab. He had a sour look on his face. It had been a week and the local police department hadn't found anything. Even the departments in Virginia had found nothing. Cullen was breathing down his neck to either solve the case or pass it on. Booth had told him about the phone calls to Brennan but without anyway to trace them, there wasn't much he could do. Wednesday had been the given deadline and the FBI Agent hoped he could find something.
"Booth for the tenth time, anything new on eth case?" Brennan shook him from his thoughts.
"Sorry. No there isn't anything new and Cullen wants me to hand the case off by Wednesday." He told the team.
"This has to be one of the hardest cases. The suspect left no evidence of himself and even when he trips up and someone spots him, we still can't find him." Angela said.
"He's probably worked for the government somewhere and they just don't want to admit to it." Hodgins put his conspiracy out for everyone to hear. Booth shot him a look but just shrugged it off.
"What about the abuse theory?" Zach asked.
"Well it would work if we could ask the suspect. Just another thing we can match to the suspect, if we could find him." The FBI Agent sighed. Brennan had been quiet for a while. Her eyebrows moved together and her nose scrunched up.
"Booth can I talk to you in my office for a minute?" She asked. He gave her a confused look but followed her to her office.
Once inside, the forensic anthropologist closed and locked the door and drew the shades closed. Whatever she had to say apparently she didn't want the rest of the team to see.
"What is it?" Booth asked.
"You know on the phone call I got Thursday night before dinner?" Brennan asked her own question. He nodded his head but didn't see where this was going.
"The man said my incompetence would soon lead to a mistake. What if we made a mistake?" She wondered.
"What do you mean?" Booth asked.
"I mean let him get me." Brennan told him.
"What! No way, Bones. I can't let you do that. What if something goes wrong and I lose you?" The FBI Agent strongly objected.
"This might be the only way to catch this guy." Brennan told him.
"I'm not putting you in harms way." Booth argued.
"If we don't catch him now, he'll just try to grab me later when we're not paying attention and then how will you feel? Thursday night we had a lovely dinner and we talked almost all night again. I don't want that to go away but if we don't do this we may never have another night like that again anyway." Brennan tried to make him understand. Booth looked into herblue eyes. Something told him that despite her fear she wanted to do this. Not only did she want to, she needed to. He let out a long sigh and pulled her to him. They stood in each other's arms for a few moments and then Booth pulled away slightly. He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to hers. Brennan could feel her knees go weak and she just wanted to melt into his arms when there was a knock on her office door.
Quickly, the two separated and made sure they looked ok. Brennan then moved to the door and opened it.
"Dr. Goodman." She said in surprise.
"Dr. Brennan, are you working another case with Agent Booth or are you getting those identifications done?" The tall black anthropologist asked.
"Sir, we are about to finish the case that we are working on. I have Angela, Zach, and Hodgins working on the identifications." Brennan answered.
"But you are the leader of them and the most knowledgeable." Goodman's tone remained even despite him being a little upset.
"Zach is quite capable of examining and recording the bones. I have confidence in his ability. Now if you'll excuse us. There is some work to be done at the Hoover building." She cut him short by pulling Booth out of the office. The two walked by the rest of the squints and headed for the door.
"Where do you think they're going?" Hodgins asked.
"It's more like what did Goodman interrupt?" Angela wondered.
"What do you mean?" Zach looked up from the skeleton covered in a Confederate uniform.
"Brennan pulls Booth into her office, closes the door and draws the shades. Either they didn't want us to see them arguing or they were doing something else." Angela tells the young man.
"They didn't have enough time for… unless Booth isn't that gifted." Hodgins pointed out.
"Time for what? What are you talking about?" Zach asked all confused.
"Get back to work, clueless." Hodgins shot him a look. Angela smiled and got back to work herself, stealing glances at the "bug guy" every few minutes.
To Be Continued…