(Season 3)

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It was an early Sunday morning and Brennan felt the need to run. Her week had been stressful. Well, if she wanted to be truthful the last month had been extremely stressful. Her father was going on trial in a few weeks and she was certain that he would be found guilty and given the death penalty. It was clear from all the evidence that Max had murdered the Deputy Director of the FBI and he had done that misdeed in her apartment. She knew it was possible that her father would be killed by the state in a year or two and the thought made her apprehensive. For all the bad things he had done in his life, he was her father and the thought of him leaving her again made her wish he had stayed far away and had never contacted her again.

The sun was barely up and there were few joggers on the path. She loved to jog early in the morning when the heat of the day had barely started to be noticed. She had tried jogging in the evening, but she found it unpleasant since the atmosphere was usually oppressive and it made it harder to regulate her breathing.

As she moved at a steady pace, she saw a large man in the distance jogging towards her. The man was jogging at a steady pace and it surprised her when he suddenly stopped and planted himself in the middle of the path. Wary of his intentions, Brennan stopped and tried to determine if the man was a danger to her.

"Well, Girlie, it's just you and me." The sneer on his face made him repulsive and Brennan knew that the stranger was probably contemplating doing her harm.

"I am required to warn you that I have a fourth-degree black belt in Taekwondo." Brennan took her responsibilities seriously and if the man was going to attack her then she felt obligated to let him know it was possible she could destroy him or in the words of her partner, she could kick his ass.

"Sure you do." The man laughed. "What is it with you bitches thinking that I'm going to fall for that shit?" He started to move towards Brennan, confident that he could subdue her, drag her into the woods and have a little fun before he killed her.

On her guard, Brennan prepared to meet her attacker. "Clearly you are not very intelligent. You have been warned therefore whatever happens next is on you, not me."

Amused, the man strutted up to Brennan and lunged at her with both hands spread out. It was his intention to grab her arms, crush her against his chest and drag her away from the path. He meant to turn her in his arms and use his hands to muffle any screams. He loved it when they screamed.

Much to his shock and surprise, he found himself on the ground face up. Furious, he scrambled to his feet and snarled. "You made a big mistake, Bitch. I'm going to tear your arms off." He advanced towards her and in a few short seconds found himself on the ground holding his hand over his chest. The pain was excruciating, but there was no way he was going to let some woman get the best of him.

While this uneven duel was going on two male joggers came around the bend on the jogging path and witnessed the large man get up, scream some profanities at the woman in front of him, threaten to rape her to death and charged her, head down and arms outstretched. Before they could react, the smaller woman lashed out with her left leg and hit him on the shoulder knocking the man down. Amazed, they ran towards the scene and called out. "Hey, do you need any help?"

Brennan turned to look at the two men jogging towards her and decided to go into a defensive posture just in case they were allies of the man. "No, I don't need help. This man attempted to attack me and I warned him that I have a fourth-degree black belt in Taekwondo. He chose to attack me anyway."

Mason, the younger of the two men, walked over to the downed stranger and laughed. "Not very bright are you?"

His anger boiling, the attacker heaved himself to his knees, lunged at Mason and knocked him down. Since he needed an outlet for his rage, he pummeled Mason until Brennan and the other jogger, Bill intervened and pulled him from Mason. Brennan once more flipped the man forcing him to lie on the ground face up.

Pulling her phone from her pants pocket, Brennan called 911. Once the quick call was complete, Brennan checked to make sure Mason was alright. "Let me help you."

Embarrassed, Mason stood up and laughed. "That's alright . . . It was dumb to get near this guy. He's nuts . . . Are you alright, Ma'am? He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"No, I'm fine." Brennan pointed towards a nearby electric light pole that also contained a camera pointed down the jogging path. "The man is clearly a fool. His attack has been recorded."

Rolling his eyes, Bill placed his hands on his hips. "I thought everyone knew about the cameras since that teacher was attacked and killed three months ago . . . wait, do you think this guy killed Sally Striker? He was never caught."

"It's possible. I work with the Jeffersonian Institute's Medico Legal Lab. I think I will see if there is a connection between Sally Striker's death and this man." Brennan kept an eye on her attacker. She didn't want him to run away before the police arrived.

"The Legal Lab? I've heard of it. Very impressive." Mason shook his finger at the attacker who was lying on the ground holding his hands against his chest. "Wow, I was right the first time. You're not bright at all."

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Lee Baxter couldn't believe he was sitting in an interrogation room at the Hoover. Even though the ER doctor said he didn't have any broken ribs, his chest still hurt and he was angry. Muttering under his breath, he threatened to kill the bitch who had kicked him then he was going to go after the two jackasses who had witnessed his failure. He planned to clean up his mess as soon as he could.

Entering the interrogation room, Booth smiled at his suspect. "Lee Baxter, you have quite a record, don't you?" After he placed a folder on the desk, the agent sat down and leaned back against his chair. "Assault, battery, robbery, car theft . . . can't keep out of trouble, can you?"

His eyes hooded, Lee leaned forward and glared at the Agent. "That bitch attacked me while I was on the jogging path. I want to press charges. I'm going to sue her too . . . why am I here? She attacked me in a city park. The Feds don't have jurisdiction in a city park."

"Dr. Temperance Brennan works for the Jeffersonian Institute and she is a consultant to the FBI. You attacked a Federal employee you idiot."

Barely able to contain his anger, Lee shouted at Booth. "She attacked me and she had help from those two pansies. I'm the victim here!"

Booth picked up a remote aimed it at the television he'd had placed in the room earlier that day, turned it on and with another remote, began the DVR player that was resting on top of the television. The video was of low quality but the figures in the video were recognizable and so were the actions taken by both Lee and Brennan. "You see Lee, we don't believe you. Dr. Brennan was jogging on the path when you stopped her. You charged her and she flipped you on your ass . . . oh here's my favorite part. You get up and charge her again and she kicks the shit out of you. That had to have hurt . . . we see two witnesses come up and try to help Dr. Brennan but you didn't like that. That poor guy just pointed a finger at you and you attacked him . . . that was your biggest mistake by the way. Mason Donahue is a junior congressman from New Mexico. He's pressing charges of assault and since he's a federal official, well . . . you really screwed up Lee."

Feeling faint, Lee shook his head. "She blocked my path and when I told her to get out of the way she wouldn't so I tried to scare her out of the way and she attacked me. You can't prove that didn't happen that way. As for that piece of shit congressman, he insulted me and I don't take that from no man. He's lucky I just hit him a few times."

Confident, Booth flipped open his folder and frowned. "A young woman named Sally Striker was attacked, raped and killed in that park three months ago. That attack was so brutal that the cameras were put up in the park a week later . . . We checked your DNA against the DNA found on Sally's body and they match . . . You're under arrest for the rape and murder of Sally Striker, the assault of Dr. Temperance Brennan, the assault of Congressman Mason Donahue and whatever else the Prosecutor decides to tack on . . . I don't know where you've been for the last three months, but you should have picked up a newspaper once in a while." Booth stood up. "It was a pleasure watching Dr. Brennan beat the shit out of you . . . A real pleasure."

Stunned, Lee waited until Booth got to the door before he found his voice. "I'm being framed. I wouldn't hurt a fly. I respect women."

Pausing at the door, Booth looked back at his suspect. "You'd better get a good lawyer. You need one."

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Pouring some sugar in his coffee, Booth noticed that Brennan wasn't eating the pancakes she had ordered. "Aren't you hungry?"

"Oh . . . yes, I was just thinking about the man who attacked me at the park last week." Brennan cut up some of the pancakes and speared a piece with her fork. "Ms. Julian contacted me and said there is a deal on the table. She's talked to the family of Sally Striker and they have agreed to it. Lee Baxter is going to plead guilty to the murder of Sally and the assault on me. He denies he attacked the congressman, so that will be taken care of in stand alone trial . . . Baxter is going to serve life in prison without a possibility of parole. I'm not sure what the trial for assaulting a congressman will accomplish."

"It will give the congressman satisfaction." Booth cut up his fried eggs and mixed them with his crispy hash browns. "Are you okay with the plea deal?"

Brennan nodded her head. "Yes, I think Baxter spending the rest of his life in prison will be very satisfactory. It's a longer sentence than he would have got if there was just the attempted assault case against him. He's a dangerous man and needs to be kept away from society."

"Yeah . . . I saw the video of you taking down Baxter. It's pretty amazing."

Pleased that Booth thought so well of her martial arts skills, Brennan smiled. "I did warn him I have a fourth-degree black belt in Taekwondo."

"You can't fix stupid Bones. You just can't fix stupid."

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