Disclaimer: See chapter one
A/N I know that this chapter starts with my OC's and not the main characters. I'm not fond of this kind thing where it focuses on the OC's for so long, but I had to do it this way to make my story work. I hope you don't mind too much. Thank you all so much for your feedback.
EDITED: 7/2019
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Chapter Fifteen
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1:09 P.M. Thursday
Perrysville Virginia
Kory and Isaac found themselves in a beautiful neighborhood. It was the kind of place where the upper-middle class came to raise their two-point three kids. It was peaceful and safe or at least safer.
Finally, they located the house they were looking for and pulled into the driveway. It was a big ranch style house with deep green shutters and a beautiful wraparound porch with flowers hanging off the eaves of the porch. Kory liked the house she would like to one day live in a place like this with her husband (whoever he might end up being) and kids (when she has them) it was a wonderful place to raise a family.
Kory brought her thoughts back to the case as they got out of the car and made their way to the front door. Isaac rang the doorbell. While they waited, Kory scanned the neighborhood looking for any possible threats. She didn't think there was anything to be concerned about, but you could never be too sure. Other then a few children riding bikes and playing in the street, all was quiet.
The door opened and Isaac smiled at the woman in the doorway. He knew that his size often intimidated people so he liked to put them at ease by making sure his body language was nonthreatening. The woman smiled back. She was a pretty blond with sea-green eyes of average build and height Kory guessed her to be in her early thirties. The woman had a cute baby about eight months old on her hip. The baby had his mothers coloring but not her looks.
Isaac and Kory held up their badges, "Hi I'm Agent Allee and this is Agent Knight. We're with the FBI. We'd like to talk to Mr. Arthur Kuzach."
The woman looked confused, "He's out of town right now," she then became worried, "Has something happened to him? Is he in trouble?"
Kory smiled to reassure the woman, "No, No, we would just like to talk to him about some property he owns just outside of Condon. Do you know the place? Mrs . . . ?"
"Kuzach, Claudia Kuzach, and yes I know the place you are talking about there's also a cabin up there. My husband inherited it from an uncle on his mother's side I think. But I'm not sure about that though."
Isaac then asked, "Have you ever been to the cabin or the property?"
"No, I haven't. I'm not much of a nature girl."
"What about your husband, has he visited the place recently?"
Claudia looked at them suspiciously, "Not since before we were married five years ago. Why are you asking me all these questions? What happened? And what does this have to do with Arthur?"
"Could we come in and sit down?" Isaac asked.
Claudia shifted the baby on her hip as she opened the door the rest of the way and waved them in.
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1:47 P.M. Thursday
Perrysville Virginia
Isaac and Kory got back in the car and started to make their way back to DC. Isaac took his eyes off the road and glanced at Kory, "So?"
Kory looked up from her notes, "I don't know? Mrs. Kuzach doesn't seem to know anything about what her husband does when he is not with her. I mean almost every question we had she answered with, 'I'm not sure, I don't know, he might have I would have to check with him, I guess, maybe,' or my all-time favorite 'I have no idea.' How could you be married to someone and not know what they were doing? But the thing is. I don't think she was lying to us. I think she honestly doesn't know. What is your take on this?"
"The interview or the whole case?"
"Both."
"I don't think she was lying either. I do think something there is not right, but I'm not sure if it has anything to do with this case. All I do know is that my gut is telling me that Jeremy Kuzach is not the guy we are looking for. The only thing I think he is guilty of is making moonshine."
"What about Brad? Does he think Jeremy Kuzach is our guy?"
"No. He feels the same way we do."
Kory nodded her head then pulled out her cell phone, "I'm going to call Booth and tell him about our little interview and see if he has found out anything new."
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11:06 P.M. Thursday
Washington Memorial Hospital Room: 427
Booth sat in the chair Angela had been evicted from two hours earlier. Temperance had ordered her to go home and get some rest before she exhausted herself further. Her friend had been so wonderful to her, getting her anything she needed. She hoped that her friend was able to relax and get some sleep. She knew that Angela fully intended to come back bright and early tomorrow morning to spend the day with her.
Temperance heard Booth shift in the chair to get more comfortable. She looked at him and smiled she liked having Booth with her. Even if he was just sitting there silently doing nothing. It was just the fact that he was there looking out for her. She didn't know why it meant so much to her that he was there. It just did. It's not like she didn't value and appreciate all the things that Angela had done for her, but somehow it was different with Booth. She couldn't explain it. Not even to herself.
She studied Booth as he sat in the chair dozing he looked so tired, worn out and beat up. She knew that she should send him home so that he could rest. She just couldn't bring herself to tell him to go home.
They were content just to sitting there listening to the sounds of the hospital. Temperance smiled again when she remembered how Booth had tried to fool her into thinking that everything was all right with the case. But she had known that something was wrong the moment Booth had come into her room. Booth had tried so hard to hide it from her. When she had seen a police officer guarding her door Booth knew he could no longer deny that something was wrong. He finally explained that the man that they had arrested was most likely not her kidnapper and that they didn't think she was in any real danger but they wanted to err on the side of caution. Thus, the guard.
Tempe was pulled from her thoughts when a cute red-headed nurse walked in and tapped Booth on his shoulder, "Sir? I'm sorry but you have to leave now. It is way past visiting hours. I've let you stay as long as I could." Booth hesitated as he stood up he clearly didn't want to go, but she knew he also didn't want to upset her by arguing with the nurse.
Tempe grabbed Booth's hand to stop him from leaving, "What if I told my doctor that I would like him to stay?" Booth seemed a little surprised to hear the pleading tone in her voice. Tempe was a little surprised herself, but she wanted Booth to stay and she knew he wanted to stay.
The nurse gave them a sympathetic smile, "I'm sorry Ms. Brennan. I can't, doctor Lynch is about to make his rounds and he is a stickler for the rules. I'll tell you what though," She was looking at Booth now, "If you go to the cafeteria and stay there for an hour or so that will give Dr. Lynch plenty of time to make his round. Then when he is gone I will sneak you back in here. How does that sound?"
Booth gave her one of his charming smiles, "That sounds great. Thank you." He turned to Temperance, "I guess I'll see you in an hour or so." He gave her hand a light squeeze before he let go.
"Get something to eat while you're there, why don't you?" she called out to him as he left.
He smiled and waved to her, "I'll do that."
The nurse followed him out and shut the door behind her. Temperance turned on her right side with her back to the door. She closed her eyes and started to doze. She heard some noise outside her door then she heard it open. She was so tired, and she didn't want to turn around to face her doctor. She figured that if he wanted to talk her he would just have to come to her. She heard him do something over by the door before he walked up behind her.
The hair on the back of her neck stood up her eyes shot open and her chest squeezed with fear so hard that she could barely breathe as she heard the terrifyingly familiar voice softly say, "What a waste, we could have been so good together." Then a hand touched her cheek.
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I know I know a cliffy. But what can, I say I got drunk on the power that only an author can have over their story and could not help myself. I'm evil I know, but please don't hate me.
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