Chapter 5:
Angela flopped herself onto the couch in Brennan's office with a long sigh. Brennan peeked up from the file she was looking at and then calmly looked back at it. Angela sighed again, a long moaning sigh with a slight smile on her lips. Brennan placed the file carefully on her desk and gave Angela her full attention.
"I have the feeling here that I'm supposed to ask you something about how your walk with Sgt. Hawks went." Brennan said with a straight face.
Angela's smile erupted into sheer pleasure. "He is such a gentleman!" Angela started. "He opened doors for me, said thank you and excuse me to people we didn't even know. He stopped at one point to help a man pick up some papers that he'd dropped!" Angela stood up and paced the room. "We were walking along, when someone 7 or 8 feet away sneezed, he stopped in the middle of the sentence he was in, said 'Bless you!' to the guy and then went right on with his sentence!"
"Okay, so he's polite." Brennan shrugged.
"And my God!" Angela said. "What a body!"
Brennan frowned. "You didn't."
Angela looked confused for a moment, and then suddenly said, "Oh, sex? No, but while I was kissing him I had a good chance to investigate him through his clothes. The man is built like Adonis!"
"You kissed him?" Brennan asked.
Angela nodded. "He's a great kisser too."
Brennan shook her head and lifted the file again.
Booth was sitting at his desk looking at the file that had just been brought to him. The girls name was Jennifer Renaud, 12 years old and had been missing for 21 weeks, Hodgins had said that the girl had only been dead for 19 weeks, so that meant that she had been alive and was tortured for at least 2 weeks. Booth rubbed his eyes and slammed the file closed.
"Rough day?" Hawk's voice said from the door. "Did you get a name for the vic?"
Booth nodded. He quickly related the information on the young girl. Hawk sat down in a chair across from Booth. Neither man spoke for a while.
"How much do we need to deport him to Canada?" Booth asked.
"Let's just talk to him first." Hawk said. "I'll make arrangements to visit him at his house in the morning."
"He may have another girl." Booth said. "Another girl went missing two nights ago."
"Any reason to think it might be Cowl?" Hawk asked as he reached over to take the file on Jennifer Renaud.
Booth shrugged. "Female, 21, about the samephysicallook as his other victims. She left work at 10 o'clock and never made it home. Poorly lit area, no signs of struggle or any other evidence found at the bus stop she was last seen at."
Hawk nodded and pulled out a cell phone. Booth noticed the butt of a gun under Hawk's right shoulder. Hawk dialled a number and drew his weapon with one hand, emptying the chamber and dropping the clip onto Booth's desk. He handed it to Booth butt first.
"Glock 9." Hawk said. "I've got a permit for it in my wallet if you want to see it."
Booth shook his head. He looked over the weapon quickly and handed it back to Hawk, who was chatting with someone on the phone. He was laughing and asking about someone's wife and kids before he made the request to speak with Cowl at his house in the morning. A moment later, he hung up the phone and placed it back in his coat pocket.
"We're set to meet him at 9 AM tomorrow." Hawk said. He quickly reloaded the weapon and holstered it.
"You've loosened the trigger." Booth said as he pointed to the weapon. "Don't you worry about accidentally shooting someone?"
Hawk shook his head. "Na, if I have to draw it chances are I'll have to fire it. We do things a little different in Canada."
Booth nodded, his mind working in the back of his head. Standing up he started to tidy his desk up. "I'm gonna go home. There's nothing much we can do until tomorrow, so I guess I'll see you then. Should we meet at his house?"
Hawk stood and shook his head. "Could you pick me up? I haven't gotten round to requisitioning a car. I had to take a cab from the Jeffersonian to here, and frankly the cabbies here scare me to death with the way they drive."
Booth laughed. "Yeah they are a little crazy."
As Hawk got to the door he turned around. "What kind of flowers does Angela like?"
Booth shrugged. "I don't know, why?"
"We're going out tonight and I thought I'd get her some." Hawk said as he opened the office door. "I'll get roses, everyone likes roses. See you tomorrow, partner."
Booth waved his hand up as he cleaned his desk and said goodbye. He was on his way to the elevator when he pulled his cell phone and called Brennan. He told Brennan about the interview the next day, and the identity of the victim on her table.
"I'll have Zach prepare the body for transport to the morgue before he leaves." Brennan said. "What time will you pick me up?"
"For what?" Booth asked.
"For the interview." Brennan said as if it were the most natural answer.
"Now wait a minute." Booth started.
"Booth we have this argument every time and every time you loose and I end up going with you. Can we please skip the argument part and just go to the part where you tell me what time you'll get me?" Brennan said quickly.
Booth paused for a long time before saying, "Eight o'clock." Then he hung up. He could just picture Brennan smiling as she hung up her phone.
Hawk knocked firmly on the door to Angela's apartment. When the door opened he was greeted with the succulent smells of cooking, and Angela's smiling face at the door. He pulled the roses from behind his broad back and held them out to her.
"They're lovely." Angela said with a smile. "I hope you like steak and garlic potatoes."
"I thought we were going out?" Hawk asked as he stepped into the apartment. He had changed to a tan button-down shirt and a pair of pressed jeans.
"I thought you could use some solid home cooking." Angela said. The smile she gave him was inviting and mischievous at the same time. Hawk returned the smile.
"Home cooking sounds perfect." He said.
He unlocked the door to the basement and stepped down the stairs. He knew she was aware he was there, a light came on every time he got home and she must have figured out by now that it meant he'd be there soon after. He relished the terror that was probably building in her. He reached a second door, sound proofed and locked with two tumblers and three keys. He slowly opened each lock, smiling as he thought about what he would do with his toy tonight. He had to make it last. He wanted this one to last a long time.
He finished with the last lock and opened the door. He smiled at the small thing cowering in the corner on a dirty and stained mattress.
"I'm home, Sweetheart." He said.