(The Lance to the Heart)

This is a sequel to chapter 181.

I don't own Bones.

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With Glen Durant now in prison and his minions being swept up by the FBI and Homeland Security, Caroline felt it was time to clean up a few problems she had discovered while this horrifying mess had played out.

After meeting with U.S. Attorney General Anthony Sayer and the Director of Federal Prisons, Matt Bannon it was determined that some changes needed to be made with how Federal prisons were run. Now, with pleasure, Caroline sat in Warden Mathis Granger's office waiting for him. Granger's assistant had left the office earlier with orders to find her boss and bring him to his office as soon as possible.

Hurrying into his office, Granger stopped a foot from the doorway and stared at the small crowd taking up room in his office. "What's this?"

With a slight sneer on her face, Caroline stood up and faced the prison warden. "Mr. Granger, it is time to pay the piper."

"What do you mean? What's going on, Ms. Julian." Not sure what was happening, Granger nervously moved into the room and stood behind his desk. "If you're talking about Booth, he was released as soon as Attorney Brady dropped the charges. I don't know why you're in here making threats. The man was treated fairly and wasn't deprived of his rights."

"Remember the first time I was here to see Agent Seeley Booth and I told you that he wasn't a murderer? I told you that I expected him to be placed into isolation away from the other prisoners." Caroline noticed the man turn pale and she knew he knew what she was talking about. "You didn't isolate him, did you . . . Oh, he didn't tell me, he never said anything at all, but I have my sources and you didn't follow procedure."

His gaze flicked around at the other occupants in his office and saw nothing on their faces that would tell him what was going on. "He was accused of murdering three FBI Agents. U.S. Attorney Kevin Brady told me not to give Booth special privileges. Brady wanted Booth to confess to what he'd done and he thought being with the general population might make him cooperate. Booth was his case, not yours."

Her gaze never leaving his face, Caroline sat down and shook her head. "Kevin Brady is no longer with the Justice Department. As of this morning, he is a private citizen and is under suspicion of colluding with Glen Durant . . . I'm sure you've read in the news that Agent Seeley Booth has been restored to his position at the FBI. All charges were dropped and the Attorney General made a public formal apology to him this morning. Booth is a hero Mr. Granger. He never killed three FBI Agents. He was attacked in his home by mercenaries that worked for Glen Durant. You do know who Glen Durant is? I assume you watch the news or read a newspaper."

Feeling weak, Granger sat down. "How was I supposed to know that? He was arrested for murder and placed here by Kevin Brady. I didn't work for Durant. I didn't know about anything that traitor was doing. I was doing my job."

"Except you weren't." The tall, handsome well built man standing next to Caroline finally spoke. "You were in charge of this prison. You have a say in how it runs, not Kevin Brady. You endangered Agent Booth by not isolating him. It is our policy to isolate former police officers and federal agents if they are placed in the prison system. You didn't follow that rule."

"He wasn't hurt." Granger was starting to sweat. "If Agent Booth said he was harmed in any way while he was here then he's lying. He's just trying to get revenge for being locked up and being treated like the prisoner he was."

Slowly, Caroline opened her purse, pulled an envelope from it's deep recesses and handed it to the warden. "Open it."

Not sure what he would find in the envelope, Granger hesitated, saw the look of anger on the face of the stranger standing next to the prosecutor and decided to just open the envelope and let the chips fall where they may. Inside, he found two pictures of a sleeping man. Seeley Booth was lying on a bed, a blanket covering him from the waist down, his bare chest was exposed and showed massive bruises on his right side and upper chest. Flinching, the warden swallowed and looked at Caroline. "What's this supposed to mean? If you're trying to say I did this to Agent Booth then I must protest. I never harmed the man and I never ordered him to be harmed."

A look of disgust on her face, Caroline settled back on her chair and tried to keep her temper in check. "Agent Booth's wife took those pictures. He didn't tell anyone about what was done to him while he was in prison, but when Dr. Brennan saw these bruises, she knew that I needed to be told. She waited for him to fall asleep the first night he was home from prison and took those pictures. She wanted proof her husband had been mistreated . . . On the day that Glen Durant was arrested, she came to me and showed me these pictures. You may not have ordered anyone to do this to Agent Booth, but you and I know that you didn't have to. Agent Booth was an FBI agent and the prisoners automatically considered him the enemy. They beat him when they could and the guards didn't do anything to stop it. If Agent Booth hadn't been released from prison when he had been, he probably would have been killed and his death would be your fault. He should have been in isolation but he wasn't."

"Kevin Brady . . ."

The man standing next to Caroline interrupted him. "Kevin Brady was a prosecutor not your boss. Anthony Sayer is your boss and it wouldn't have mattered anyway. We don't risk the lives of cops in prison if we can help it. Nothing is foolproof, but isolating them can prevent them from being injured or killed . . . You failed and that's why I'm here. I can tell you don't know who I am, so I'll introduce myself. I'm Jason Price, Deputy Director of Federal Prisons and you're fired."

"What?" Granger shot to his feet. "I'm being set up. You can't fire me just because he got a few bruises. Hell show me a prisoner that doesn't have bruises . . ."

Interrupting Granger again, Price held up his hand. "You're being fired for not following guidelines. Agent Booth should have been isolated and he wasn't. It turns out he was an innocent man and he proved that our country was in the midst of a coup. You're toadying up to Kevin Brady was no excuse. He's gone and so are you."

Furious, Granger looked around the office, saw no sympathetic faces and shook his fist at Caroline. "I'll sue you."

Amused, Caroline laughed. "Go ahead. I haven't been to court lately to defend against a frivolous lawsuit. It might amuse me and the judge who has to take the case."

"What about my stuff?" Granger waved his hands around his head.

Helpful, Price pointed at the two men standing near the filing cabinet. "These fine gentlemen will help you carry your things to your car." While Price's men found some boxes and helped Granger pack up his personal stuff, Price and Caroline along with the other silent witness stepped into the hallway. Once they were there, Price turned to him and spoke. "Marvin, this is your prison now. As the new warden I expect you to follow the guidelines. No more foolishness."

"Of course." Marvin watched through the open doorway while Granger continued to pack his things up. "I plan to hire a new doctor too. Dr. Goodwin shouldn't have withheld pain medication from Agent Booth after his surgery. That was either gross incompetence or negligence. Either way, he's gone too."

Shrugging her shoulders, Caroline witnessed Garner throw a baseball in the trash and continue to pack. "I wouldn't trust Dr. Goodwin with my dog. You do what you think is best." She glanced at her watch. "I have to go. I'm do in court this afternoon. Good luck, Marvin." She shook his hand and smiled at Price. "Thanks for listening to me about what was going on in here. If Agent Booth had been killed while in this prison, that would have been a P/R nightmare for the Justice Department. His wife is a famous author and is a famous forensic anthropologist. She would have done everything she could to embarrass this government . . . and I probably would have agreed with what she was doing. Agent Booth didn't deserve what happened to him."

"No, but he's back at the FBI and Durant is in jail. All's well that ends well." Price stepped aside while Garner was escorted out of his office and down the hallway. "Marvin, good luck and let me know what you do about Dr. Goodwin."

"Oh, I will, Jason. I'm going to make sure everyone here knows that rules are meant to be followed even if they are dealing with prisoners." Marvin entered the office and sat down at his desk. He hadn't expected to change jobs this soon, but he appreciated the chance that Jason Price was giving him. He would make sure that his employees towed the line.

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Caroline entered Brennan's office and sat down on the couch facing the anthropologist's desk. "Warden Granger is out of a job and so it that couillon Dr. Goodwin. Thank you for showing me the pictures. The Justice Department couldn't allow that kind of rule breaking to continue. Prisoners are hard to control as it is. If we make it so that they can't trust us to at least follow the regulations then they might make prisons more dangerous than they already are. Also, Booth's death would have given us a black eye and we don't need that at this time."

"Of course." Glad Caroline had listened to her. "I wanted them to pay for what they did to Booth."

"Revenge, I like it." Caroline liked bluntness and honesty. She knew that Brennan said what she meant and she appreciated it. "How is Booth doing?"

Brennan hesitated for a moment and answered honestly. "He doesn't trust anyone but me and perhaps Cam and Hodgins. He's angry and he's hurt that the FBI thought the worst of him, but he will do his job and he will continue to do it well."

"Yeah, I knew that Booth had been set up by someone but I didn't have proof . . . Thank you for not giving up. I was counting on you and you came through."

"Of course, I wouldn't give up. I knew that Booth was innocent." She knew it would take a while for her partner to forgive, but Brennan felt he would someday. "Thank you for helping Booth while he was in prison. I was afraid he was going to be killed while he was recovering from surgery, but your intervention helped him and I will never forget that."

Done with the conversation, Caroline stood up. "I have work to do and I'm sure you do too. Good-bye Dr. Brennan. C'est tout."

Once Caroline was gone, Brennan leaned back against her chair and sighed. "C'est tout indeed."

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A/N: couillon means fool or crazy person and C'est tout means that's all.