So is Gerald Maxwell as smart as he thinks he is? Is he really rotten, or is he just misunderstood? Read on to find out.

"It's Curly...and he's Skyping.", she said before answering. "Curly, what's up?"

Hodgins appeared on the screen. "I need a favor from you..."

Jessica and Aubrey looked at each other for a moment before the redhead spoke. "Sure, what do you need?"

"I need you to show you a few things.' Hodgins said from the monitor before moving his phone to a box nearby. "Are any of these-"

Jessica pointed at the monitor. "Holy crap, those are my keys!"

Hodgins smiled up at Dr. Miller who leaned into the phone's screen. "Ms. Warren, you're positive these are your keys?"

"Yes, I am. That keychain with my initials was a present from my father when I graduated with my double bachelor's degrees at MSU, and Aubrey gave me that Princess Leia keychain for my birthday."

"On Leia's back are a couple of small puncture holes where Skinner tried to eat it before I gave it to her.",Aubrey chimed in, smiling as he remembered buying it at the Star Wars marathon they attended last May when she stepped away during the intermission. 'Right before I tried to kiss her for the first time.'

"Where did you find my keys?", Jessica asked.

Hodgins looked at his intern. "Dr. Miller found them when Mr. Andersen, the head of security, and another guard were searching an Antiquities intern's locker today."

"Which locker?", Aubrey asked, already knowing the answer.

"Gerald Maxwell.", Dr. Miller responded.

"You've got him!", Jessica said with glee, not seeing her boyfriend's face.

"No, we don't, Jess."

Hodgins made a face. "What are you talking about Aubrey? He had her keys."

Aubrey saw Jessica's crushed face. "Yeah, but he can say he found them somewhere. You did a locker search within the confines of Jeffersonian policy, but there was no search warrant towards a criminal case. They are not admissible unless you can prove they would have inevitably discovered during the investigation."

"However, the fact that he had them can be entered into Mr. Maxwell's file here.", the security head commented. "If his file and other documentation are subpoenaed, it will be documented...hence the inevitable discovery."

"With that, you may get them admitted into evidence at a later date.", Aubrey said. "It sucks, but it's Criminal Law 101."

"However, the putty, wax, and epoxy we found are considered missing inventory, and, as such, Dr. Miller can use that as grounds for termination.", Mr. Andersen stated.

"But he slashed my tires! Doesn't that count for anything?" Jessica was livid with anger.

"I know Jessica, but I can't narrow down what implement did the damage to your tires." Hodgins pointed to a monitor in the background. "The video wasn't clear enough to show it was the prick in question, and no one actually saw him do it."

"However, if evidence down the road can provide a definite link to Gerald Maxwell, he can be charged with vandalism.", Aubrey said as he grabbed his girlfriend's hand. Her silence was worrying him. "I'm sorry, Jess."

Hodgins turned to Dr. Miller. "Well, at least we got him for theft."

"Yes, and as Mr. Andersen stated, that's grounds for termination. I usually don't like seeing an intern's career destroyed but I will make an exception for this asshole.", the scholar said in a decisive tone. "I'll call his advisor today to let him know what's going on, and then call Gerald in for a meeting."

"If he can't find another institution that will let him work intern hours and support his dissertation….", Jessica said before trailing off.

"Then he will either have to apply to another school, if they will accept him mid year and have an advisor that will support his dissertation research, or he will have to find another facility that GWU will approve for him to continue his internship hours...if any of those facilities have an opening."

Jessica exhaled loudly. "Good….he's going to be pissed though…"

"Then let him be pissed, Jessica.", Aubrey said. "If he tries anything, I'll make sure he regrets it."

"Aubrey, don't do anything that will get you in trouble, please.", Jessica pleaded.

"I won't, Jessica, but I'm not going to stand by and watch him mess with you any longer."

Hodgins watched the two and smiled, knowing his intern would be taken care of. "Jessica, I'll restrict his access to the lab. I can't stop him if he visits the museum, but he will have a hard time if he tries coming to the lab."

"Okay." Jessica was still a little disheartened by the news, but glad about Gerald's firing. "Is there anything there to connect him to breaking into my apartment?"

"Not yet, Jessica, but I'm working on it and so is Angela. When I know, you'll know. I promise."

"I know you will. I'll let you get back to work. Bye Curly.", Jessica said before hanging up her phone. She looked at her boyfriend in frustration before he took her in his arms.

"Jess, Hodgins is going to get him. At least for now, he's out of the Jeffersonian."

"I know…I know…", the redhead said as a solitary tear rolled down her cheek. "I just want all this over with. I'm tired of having that asshole taking over my life."

Thirty minutes later, Dr. Miller was on the phone in the midst of a heated conversation.

"I don't care that you're tired from coming home late last night from Florida, Mr. Maxwell. You will be in my office by 1:00...no, I can't do 2:00, because I have a meeting with the heads of both African and Caribbean Studies...if you feel calling your father is necessary, then go ahead, but it won't change my mind...see you at one...goodbye."

Dr. Miller hung up the phone and shook his lead. "Entitled little asshole. Well, I won't have to deal with him much longer. Now for the next item on the agenda…"

Dialing an extension while on speaker phone, he waited until there was an answer. "Yes, I need to place an order, please…"

*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*

At 1:05, a tanned Gerald Maxwell stormed into Dr. Miller's office holding a cup of cappuccino from the stand by the entrance, but he didn't see his supervisor.

"He demands that I come in for a meeting after I got back late from our beach house and the jackass isn't here? Figures…"

Looking towards the window, he saw a bowl with ice and several mini cans of Coke, Sprite, Diet Coke, and Barq's Root Beer on a cart. Smirking, he took a big drink from his cup, dropped it in the empty trash can, and walked over to the cart where he stole a Sprite.

"Oh yeah, you're having that meeting with the heads of Caribbean Studies and African Studies today…well, you can just order more pop for the meeting."

Pulling the tab, he drank while pacing impatiently for the next ten minutes. Finishing off the beverage, he went to throw in the recycling box Dr. Miller had in the corner of his office, but tossed it in the trash can instead.

"That's for keeping me waiting, Dr. 'Recycling is Important to the Environment'.", Gerald said with a laugh before stealing a Coke and drinking it. "Maxwells demand respect, Dr. Miller."

*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*

In Angela's office, Hodgins, Angela, and Dr. Miller were finishing up their lunch when the scholar noticed the time.

"I think I've kept the little prick waiting long enough.", David said as he packed up his trash. "I'll keep you both posted."

"Thank you, David.", Angela said. When the Antiquities expert left, she turned to her husband. "You know...he would be perfect for Caroline-"

"Angela, no matchmaking.", Hodgins said with a smile. "Now I have to get back and examine the evidence from the Davies case."

"All right, all right…"

*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*

A short time later, Gerald listened to what the head of Antiquities told him. When Dr. Miller was done, the intern tossed his empty Barq's can into the garbage in anger. "You had no right to search my locker!"

"Oh, but I did, because of the form you signed when you started here.", Dr. Miller said as he held up an official looking piece of paper. "See…that's your signature, Mr. Maxwell, confirming you understand the Jeffersonian's policy of locker searches at will to ensure that valuable property is not stolen. This policy was also discussed at the staff meeting you chose to not attend this morning."

"That policy was for missing antiques! I've never ripped off antiques from the Jeffersonian!"

"No, that's standard for every department, young man, and it specifies missing inventory as well.", the head of security, who stood behind Dr. Miller, stated.

Pointing to three items behind him, David spoke again. "This morning, I found these items in your locker when I searched it with Mr. Andersen here and another guard as witnesses. The model numbers match the museum putty, crystal wax, and epoxy that came up missing when I did my inventory last Tuesday night."

Andersen also held up a bag with keys in them. "These keys also matched the description of a set that were stolen from another intern last week."

"Why the hell would I steal keys from that little cunt Jessica Warren? You can't prove I broke into her locker Tuesday night!."

Dr. Miller smirked. "Neither Mr. Andersen nor I said where they were taken from, Mr. Maxwell, or whose keys they were. How did you know they were hers or that her locker had been broken into?"

"My question is how did you know they were taken Tuesday night?", the large, older head of Jeffersonian security questioned as he eyed Gerald intently.

"Yes, Mr. Maxwell, you told everyone here that you were driving down to Florida as soon as you left Tuesday afternoon because the inclement weather grounded your father's private plane. This didn't become well known until Wednesday morning at the earliest, due to the museum's early closure. You would have been in Florida at this time."

Feeling a moment of panic, Gerald steeled his spine. "Obviously, people talk. I have friends around here. I also heard from them that Dr. Brennan's husband and that asshole James Aubrey got shot, and it was all over the news. I'm sure Jessica played the worried girlfriend role to a 'T' in between whining about her slashed tires."

"Which friend told you?", Anderson asked, noting the intern's last comment.

"I don't know. I don't keep count of all that shit."

"Your keys were found by the Medico-Legal lab interns near where Ms. Warren's Jeep tires were shredded last week."

"You don't know they're mine."

"There were keys to a Alfa Romeo found by where Ms. Warren had damage done to her Jeep. No one else at the Jeffersonian has a parking pass for that type of vehicle, Gerald.", Miller replied calmly, keeping the knowledge of the fingerprints found to himself for the time being.

The tall, muscular man exploded. "This is entrapment you, assholes. My father won't tolerate this, Miller."

"Oh, but he has to, because you signed the policy, the search was within guidelines, and missing inventory was found in your possession. That's theft and grounds for dismissal. You are done in my department, Mr. Maxwell."

The younger man's face was full of fury. "I have a doctorate to finish. You can't fire me mid-year!"

"But I can, and I just did. Now I've already contacted your advisor at GWU, and you'll be getting a call from him by the end of the day."

"What the hell am I supposed to do?" The younger man blistered with rage as he glared at Dr. Miller. "You've just fucked up my life…"

"If I were you, I would hope that another museum in DC or in the Metropolitan area has an opening with your program and that they will accept your dissertation. If not, you can reapply next year. As to who screwed up your life, I would look in the mirror, Mr. Maxwell. Your conduct has been reprehensible since I've started here.", Dr Miller said calmly.

"My father will have something to say about this.", Gerald said quietly.

"I'm sure he will. However, your father's bluster will not cause me to go against Jeffersonian policy. The rules apply to all interns, Mr. Maxwell, not just ones who don't have a father on the Governing Board. The gravy train ends here, son.", the Antiquities professor explained patiently. "Now, you can either leave voluntarily, or Mr. Andersen will escort you out."

Gerald's response was to back up towards the door and point his finger. "You won't get away with this...either of you."

"Mr. Maxwell, I was an Assistant Special Agent in Charge at the FBI until I retired two years ago. I have encountered many criminals who would chew up rich boys like you for breakfast.", Andersen scoffed. "Now, do I need to escort you out?"

"I'm going to speak to my father right now….I'll be back and both of you will be fired."

"I highly doubt that, young man.", Mr. Andersen replied.

Dr. Miller and the head of security watched the former intern storm out of the office and down the hall. "Thank you for coming here as a witness, Carl."

"Not a problem." The other man pulled his voice recorder from his jacket pocket. "I'll upload this meeting and keep the transcript on file. Recording this will save both our asses if his father tries to push us out of here."

After Andersen left, Dr. Miller pulled out a handful of Ziploc bags. Pulling a set of gloves from the box on his desk, he removed the three pop cans one at a time and then an empty coffee cup that was miraculously sitting up with the lip facing him.

Sealing each bag with tape, Dr. Miller removed his gloves and placed each bag into a box nearby. Picking it up, he walked down the maze of hallways until he got to the back entrance of the Medico-Legal lab. Nodding at people along the way, he headed towards the Ookey Room, where he saw Hodgins hunched over a pile of items.

"I've got four items for you, Jack."

Hodgins stopped what he was doing and wheeled over to the other scientist and took the box. "Wow…I was just hoping for one. Okay, I'll take them down for Dr. Boyd to examine and see if there's a match with the other sample."

"He said he was coming back with his father…should be fun."

"Yeah, it should be. I'll call you ASAP." When the other scientist walked out, Hodgins headed over to the pathology suite with the box.

At 2:00, Genny was finishing her lunch when her phone ring. Seeing the caller ID, she answered. "Agent Shaw...hello, Dr. Hodgins...you're kidding. How...so he tossed them away himself...yeah, as long as no one else drank out of them and he left them in the office, it should hold up in court. I'll call Ms. Julian to see if we can finally get that search warrant. Bye."

Genny dialed another number. "Caroline...it's Agent Shaw...listen I think we finally have enough to get a search warrant on Gerald Maxwell's house and property…"

Hanging up the phone, Genny once again into her earlier search that was stymied earlier due to a software error. Trying again, she got in with success. Typing in the search parameters, it didn't take long to find what she was looking for.

"You stupid son of a bitch...I love it."

Just then, Genny's phone rang again and when she saw who the caller was, she grabbed it quickly. "Did we get it...yes! Ms. Julian…you are amazing!"

"Tell me something I don't know, Cher. I'm faxing the warrant over and also emailing it to you. Now go get some squinterns and get that little crapeau."

"Yes, ma'am.", the ASAC said with a grin.

Hanging up the phone, she stood up and grabbed her coat. When she saw the paper she wanted come through, she grabbed it before stepping out of her office. Dialing another number, she talked as she walked out through the bullpen.

"Hodgins, it's Shaw. I got the warrant…I just need to borrow your best and most impartial team."

*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*

An hour later, Gerald read through the sheet, crumpled it up, and tossed it on the garage floor. "This is bullshit! You have no right to search my car!"

Genny crossed her arms. "That warrant says otherwise….and we get to search your house as well. Now you can either give me the keys to your Alfa Romeo, the originals or the replacement ones you ordered last week, or I'll have this locksmith that was nice enough to come along with me unlock it for you...and I promise he won't be careful with the paint job."

The former intern pulled himself to his full height to intimidate the petite agent. "You're going to regret doing this, Agent Shaw."

"You're probably the 566th suspect to tell me that. Take a number.", Genny replied frostily before nodding her head to the locksmith. "Go ahead."

"Get the fuck away from my car!", Gerald yelled as he ran toward the car, only to be stopped by Agents Haggarty and Thompson.

"Cuff him for interfering with a search. Let the neighbors have a show while you put him in the back of my SUV, Agent Thompson."

"You're not going to get away with this, Agent Shaw.", Gerald growled. "My father has friends in high places, including at the Department of Justice."

Genny rolled her eyes. "Agent Thompson, sit on Mr. Maxwell. Agent Haggarty, please lead the search in his pool house."

"Got it, Boss.", the tall agent said. "Over there, Maxwell."

"It's a guest house, Agents, but I'm sure you don't understand the distinction.", Gerald snarled as he was led away by Thompson.

When she saw the scion in the back of the car, Genny turned her attention back to the locksmith, who managed to unlock the car. Looking at Oliver as she put gloves on, she directed the intern. "You start with the trunk, Dr. Wells, when the locksmith gets it open. I'm going to start with the front and we'll meet in the middle."

The agent opened the passenger door and did a cursory examination of the front seat. Looking under it with a flashlight, she didn't find much. Finishing her search, she opened the glove compartment.

"Holy crap…", she muttered.

Almost simultaneously, the locksmith got the trunk unlocked. Oliver opened the trunk and began searching through an open box. Finding a box, he opened it and was stunned. "Uh, Agent Shaw...you need to come look at this."

Knowing what she found wasn't going anywhere, she headed to the trunk. "What did you find, Dr. Wells?"

An uncharacteristically quiet Oliver opened the box for the agent. Looking through it, she was stunned. "Oh shit…"

Genny pulled the box closer and found more disturbing items. "What a sick bastard…"

*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*

Ninety minutes later, Genny came out of the guest house with Agent Haggarty. After issuing directions to the other agent, she walked over to her SUV where Gerald was giving dirty looks to all the agents and Jeffersonian folks. Noting the neighbors that were watching through the gate, she put her hands on her hips.

"So, Mr. Maxwell...found some interesting things. We're going to take a trip to FBI Headquarters where we will book you for interfering with an investigation and then you get to answer some questions I have for you."

"I'm calling my attorney."

"You do that, Mr Maxwell. It is your right after all."

In Aubrey's den, Aubrey and Jessica were eating Doritos while still in their pajamas. Their lunch plates were on the floor and Skinner was sleeping at the end of the futon.

"I was scared to death that I totally biffed my interview with the FBI...but they asked me to come back for the Phase Two testing. God, Jess, I knew it would be alright if I didn't get into the Bureau, but it would have…"

Jessica finished licking the nacho cheese flavoring off her fingers. "But you did, Aubrey. You got into the FBI because you're obviously the best. You wouldn't be head of your own division at age 33 if you weren't good at your job."

Jessica's phone rang again. Looking at the caller ID, she quickly answered. "Hello? Genny...what's up? Really...t-thank you. I'll be ready when she gets here. Bye."

Aubrey saw the stunned look on his girlfriend's face as she ended the phone call. "What did Genny need, Jess?"

Jessica combed her hair back with her fingers. "Superman…I have to go to the Hoover. Genny said it's about my case...they brought Gerald in for questioning."

"Well then, let's get cleaned up.", Aubrey said before Jessica stopped him.

"Superman, you're supposed to rest. Your pain pill is due in a few hours."

Aubrey gave his girlfriend a no nonsense look. "I'm going with you, Jess. No arguments. I'll use my crutches, I'll sit when possible, and I can take the Norco with me. Of course, we're going to have to deal with those jackasses outside my house."

Jessica rubbed her boyfriend's leg. "Genny said she would send Agent Haggarty to come get me...us... so we don't have to deal with those news freaks outside."

Aubrey looked down at himself and his girlfriend, grinning since both of them were still in their pajamas. Looking up, he snickered as he realized the redhead had her hair in a messy knot on top of her head. "Jess, we need to get cleaned up."

Jessica smiled when she saw Aubrey's rumpled PJs and the stubble on his face. "You're right. Hopefully you can squeeze in a quick shave. However, we can't get your stitches wet, so I have to give you a sponge bath before Agent Haggarty gets here."

Seeing Aubrey's smile, Jessica shook her head. "It's going to be a quick one after I take a two minute shower. No fun. I'll be right back."

"Man…", Aubrey muttered as his girlfriend rushed out of the room.

*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*

An hour later, the elevator door opened to the 4th floor. Agent Haggarty got out first, followed by Jessica with her hair pulled back in a ponytail and a slow moving Aubrey. They didn't get three steps when they were bombarded by agents happy to see the SAC.

Aubrey was polite for a minute but knew he had things to do. "Guys, I want to sit and hang, but Genny needs me, as well as my girlfriend, for something important. I'll come visit soon, I promise."

After saying goodbye to the agents, Aubrey and Jessica went to the ASAC's office. When they got in the doorway, they saw her engrossed in a file.

"Fucking unbelievable.", Genny muttered before Aubrey's quiet knock surprised her. "Hey, Boss...Jessica. How are you doing?"

Jessica thought about what had happened in the last 28 hours. "It's been...busy. Aubrey and I have had a lot going on."

"Yeah.", Aubrey said in agreement. "What are you reading?"

"Something we found in Gerald's car.", Genny said before handing it to Jessica so Aubrey could balance on his crutches. "I'll just let you two go through it."

Setting the file down on the desk, Jessica opened it so Aubrey could also see. The couple were in shock as they saw the first photo. Flipping through them, Jessica started to shake as she worked to hold back tears. Aubrey's jaw hardened and he was about to go after the suspect when Genny handed them something else.

"This is the log that was found with them. These items were found in a secret compartment in one of Gerald's dresser drawers."

"The son of a bitch had her followed by a PI?", Aubrey said before he noted something. "Wait, these reports go back to April…"

"Aubrey...we started dating in May, a few days before my birthday."

"Yeah…", Genny said. "It looks like the PI stopped his investigation around when you went to the UK, Jessica. However, it seems Gerald rehired him at this time..."

"Right after the Star Wars Convention.", Jessica said quietly. "It seems the last report was before Thanksgiving. Oh God…"

After giving the redhead a moment, Genny pushed forward. "I have some...things I need to show you."

The couple slowly followed the agent through the bullpen towards the conference room. Both Aubrey and Jessica were surprised to see the blinds drawn and then Genny unlocking the door before indicating for the two to enter. They both stopped in shock as they saw multiple pairs of panties laying out on the table intermixed with several bras and garter belts.

Genny saw their faces and closed the door quickly. "Yeah, so I wanted to keep this part as private as I could. Jessica, I'm sorry to ask you this, but can you search through this lingerie and see if any of it belongs to you?"

Jessica nodded as she attempted to quell the nausea in her stomach. Walking carefully, she examined the clothing, but didn't have to look long. Picking up a pair, she held them up. "These are mine…."

As she examined further, she grabbed four more pairs before turning to the two agents. "These are all mine."

"Are you sure, Jessica?"

The redhead nodded before holding up a pair of white lace cheekies. "I got these to wear for Aubrey while I was in Scotland….because they're his favorite type of panties on me...", she said quietly.

Genny ignored the beet red face of her boss and continued. "Anything else to make these pairs of underwear stand out?"

Jessica held up a green lacy thong and pointed to the corner, where it said 'MOH'. "Daisy got me these as a bridal party gift along with the diamond earrings Beau bought for us. Andie got a pair with 'Bridesmaid' stitched in, but they're violet like her dress."

The anthropologist held up the rest. "I bought the rest at Victoria's Secret so I have no clue on how to prove it other than saying I know these are mine…"

Genny straightened up. "I have Gerald in holding and I'm going to question him-"

"I'm joining you, Genny."

The ASAC turned to Aubrey. "No, you're not, Boss. You can't be in the room with me."

Aubrey's eyes hardened. "I'm going in there with you, Agent Shaw, and you can't stop me."

Genny didn't want to do it, but she had no choice. "Yes, I can! A sleazeball like Gerald Maxwell will use your emotions against you to get this case thrown out. You're not screwing up my case, Agent Aubrey. If you keep pushing this, I'll go to Deputy Director Stark. Do you understand?"

Aubrey was silent and Genny softened her tone. "Aubrey, you can't go in there with me and you know it. Let me do my job so we can get this bastard...please. Trust me."

Aubrey knew Genny was right, but it still hurt. "I'm observing."

"Fair enough."

Jessica was tired of being forgotten in the room. "I'm observing, too."

"Jess...you can't.", Aubrey said, noting how her cheeks turned red before preparing himself for her fury.

"Why not? I'm the one he vandalized. I'm the one whose Jeep had its tires slashed! I'm the one whose apartment he broke into! From the looks of it, I'm not the only female he likes stealing panties from...why can't I observe the fucking pervert being questioned?"

"Because his lawyer could say he was unable to confront his accuser in a violation of his 6th Amendment rights.", Genny said. "We can't do anything to give this ass reason to get the case thrown out, Jessica. I'm sorry."

"That's bullshit!", Jessica said with a tear before turning her back on both of them to look out the window.

Aubrey saw the subtle shaking of her posture and knew she was about to break. "Shaw, give me a few minutes, all right?"

Shaw nodded and left the room. Preparing for a barrage, Aubrey moved over slowly toward his girlfriend. "Jess...I'm sorry…"

"At times like this, it really sucks that you're a cop, Aubrey. You get to watch and do something while I just have to sit and wait...and it's wrong."

"I know...if I could have you with me in the observation booth, I would." Balancing himself carefully, he put his arms around his girlfriend and kissed the top of her head softly. "Would you be more comfortable waiting for me and Genny in my office?"

Nodding slightly, Jessica turned around and hugged her boyfriend back. "I'll wait in your office."

Outside, Genny waited for the couple to come out and locked the room. "I'll be going in there in ten minutes, Boss. His attorney just arrived."

Genny walked into the interrogation room and wasn't surprised to see that her suspect's attorney was a woman.

"Janis Jergens. Not surprised to see you here."

"No, you shouldn't be...because this 'interfering with a search' is crap and you know it."

"No, I don't. As with any suspect that interferes with a search, there are consequences. Mr. Maxwell has been treated as anyone else would who interferes with a search warrant."

"You're buddies with your boss Agent Aubrey.", Gerald said. "You'll do anything to score brownie points with that prick."

"I'm not in this job for brownie points, Mr. Maxwell. However, maybe you could use some because it seems you've had a very bad day. I found out on the way to your house that you got fired from your internship at the Jeffersonian for theft. Next, you interfere while my team and me were executing your search warrant, leading to you being arrested. Now, you get to talk to me and enjoy the hospitality of the FBI."

"Dr. Miller firing me was bullshit! It was over a few items found in a bullshit search of my locker. I'll get my internship back at the Jeffersonian. As for getting arrested, I won't be here long...my dad will make sure you regret this, Agent Shaw. I'm a Maxwell...don't forget that."

Genny rolled her eyes in provoke the suspect. He kept his cool, but she saw the momentary flash of anger. "First...let's discuss the underwear."

"I'm afraid I can't give you much advice on that, Agent Shaw. You're not my type."

"Yeah, rich elitist pricks aren't my type either.", she replied without missing a beat, irritating the man further. "So, we found 41 pieces on lingerie in your car, Mr. Maxwell, including five pairs of panties in the glove compartment and the rest of the items in a box in the trunk."

"And your point is…"

"The point is, that the only things missing from Ms. Warren's apartment after the burglary that occurred last Tuesday were five pairs of panties and her bank book."

"Um...so?"

"Well, it seems the person who broke in also sealed up her door locks as well as her dresser drawers after taking her trust fund bank book out of the top one." Genny pulled out one of several folders. "So according to the lab, the the epoxy, gel, and putty found in Jessica Warren's locks and her dresser match items that are found in your department."

Genny pulled a piece of paper out and pretended to skim it. "When I talked to the head of Antiquities today, I found out the reason you were fired is because your locker had jars of museum putty, epoxy, and gel. Those same three items Dr. Miller found missing in his weekly inventory last week. The lot numbers on the those items found matched was was missing from from the storage closet."

"Just like I told Dr. Miller before the fucker fired me...I have no reason to steal that stuff. The fact that I was canned for it is crap. Why would I be stupid enough to put stuff I stole in my locker? I'm too smart for that."

"According to the copy of the badge log Mr. Andersen, head of Security at the museum, showed me, your badge was used to punch out on November 29th at...3:17 PM.", Genny replied while studying the security log in front of her. "It was used to access the intern locker room at 3:29, but it seems it was also used again at 5:36 PM to enter the room again. Dr Miller mentioned that he stayed until 7:00 Tuesday to finish some inventory because he was afraid the weather would keep him from coming in Wednesday morning. Perhaps, you were interrupted and needed a place to stash the stuff you stole so you wouldn't be caught with it when you left?"

"Wow, Agent Shaw...you have a vivid imagination. What other 'evidence' have you found that makes me guilty?", Gerald spit back with sarcasm.

Genny pulled out a picture and slid it over to the two people across the table. "We found this checkbook in your trunk. When I opened it, it had checks with Jessica Warren's name and information on it. Now why would that be in the trunk of your Alfa Romeo?"

"Maybe Mr. Special Agent in Charge stole it. He maybe wanted to frame me because Jessica whined to him about me."

"So Special Agent in Charge James Aubrey...an agent with the FBI for eight years, with an exemplary record and multiple citations for valor and bravery, risked all that he worked for in his career just because Jessica asked him to? Really?"

"Yes, Agent Shaw. Government employees don't make dick...especially glorified cops. That slut probably offered a piece of her family business...or her snatch...to him."

*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*

Aubrey began to be physically ill from listening to the man. However his anger at Gerald's reference to Jessica in sexually demeaning terms superseded that.

"God only knows how many women were charmed by that little shit.", Caroline muttered.

"More than I care to admit.", Aubrey replied quietly as they watched.

"You really hate Agent Aubrey, don't you?"

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"Yeah I do.", Gerald replied smoothly. "He's a know it all prick that's jealous of the women I get compared to the table scraps he gets. Why else would he settle for a slut like Jessica when he has women like that Karen chick wanting to bone him? Of course, it really irritates him that his girlfriend is after me anyway, but I'm not interested."

Genny almost laughed, but kept her cool. "Really?"

"Yes. I've see her checking me out when she thinks I'm not looking. As for her checkbook, Aubrey took it and put it in my vehicle to set me up either before I left Tuesday or while I was gone."

"When? Didn't you drive your vehicle to Florida?"

"Yes, so he probably did it while I was at work or after I got home around 3:00 in the morning."

Genny sat back and played with her pencil. "Well, Agent Aubrey was with Ms. Warren Tuesday morning and then was with Agent Booth from from 7:30 AM until the next morning because they were stuck in West Virginia overnight. When he returned with Agent Booth Wednesday, Agent Aubrey was with me or here at the Hoover until they were shot Wednesday afternoon. He was hospitalized until yesterday but he's been at home with Ms. Warren...on crutches...and unable to drive. Now, once again...how did Jessica Warren's bank book get into your trunk?"

"Once again, it wasn't me. Only someone stupid would put that in his trunk."

Genny saw the scion getting nervous and continued her pointed questions. "Where were you last Tuesday...say after 4 PM?

"When I left the museum after it closed, I grabbed my shit and drove down to Florida. Dumb airport canceled my flight because of the weather."

"What airport were you going to fly out of?"

"Reagan National.", Gerald said quickly. "The flight was supposed to take off at 6:45 and I sure as well wasn't waiting to get the hell out of town."

"Must have been very anxious to get out of DC."

"I was, Agent Shaw. I had a vacation I wanted to start and I wasn't going to wait another 18 hours when I could get a head start...shitty weather or not. I've driven down I-95 in worse weather than the crap we had last week."

Genny noted the answer on her notepad. "Drive all night or did you stop?"

"I drove all night, Agent Shaw. Like I said already, I had a vacation to get to, you know?"

'Got an answer for everything, don't you?' Genny thought before shifting topics. "So something interesting...five of the pairs of the underwear we found were in your glove compartment...and all were ones Jessica described as belonging to her.", Genny said. "Do you have an explanation for that?"

Gerald smirked as he leaned back with one arm on the back of his chair. "Use some common sense, Agent Shaw. It's obvious what's going on here."

"What might that be?"

"Simple...I'm getting framed to make me look bad."