(The Suit on the Set)

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She was standing in the hallway talking to Wendell when music erupted from her computer's speakers in her office.

When the days are cold, and the cards all fold, and the saints we see are all made of gold, when your dreams all fail, and the ones we hail, are the worst of all, and the blood's run stale, I want to hide the truth . . .

Startled, Angela raced into her office, slamming the door behind her. The music was popular and Angela knew who was trying to get her attention.

I want to shelter you, but with the beast inside, there's nowhere we can hide . . .

She turned the speakers off, then stopped the song. "Alright Bucko, what do you want?" Angela waited to see what would appear on her screen and it didn't take long.

Hey Pookie, it took you long enough. Where were you?

Furious, Angela made sure no one had followed her into her office then turned her attention back to her computer and typed. "My name is Angela, Mr. Imagine Dragon. What do you want this time?"

Well Angela, I don't want much. World peace and a really good chocolate chip cookie recipe.

Since she knew he wasn't going to go away until he'd had his say, Angela shook her head. "What do you want from me?"

Oh, specifics, that's good. A little bug told me that Dr. Brennan is consulting with Dr. Ethan Sawyer about 'he who shall not be named'. I'm pretty sure you know who I'm talking about, but just to make sure you do, he left a puzzle at the base of a statue of Lincoln. A nauseating puzzle I might add. Don't type his name. I don't want the attention. I think Dr. Brennan needs to move her project along faster. It's possible that 'he who shall not be named' knows what's going on and that means that both Ethan Sawyer and Dr. Brennan are in real danger. I've seen signs that he's hacked into the hospital where Ethan is being kept and he's captured images from Ethan's room. I found that out this morning and it's making me nervous and I'm too old for that. My ticker might give out under the strain.

She assumed 'he who shall not be named' was Christopher Pelant. "Why are you interested in 'he who shall not be named' and how do you know about Ethan Sawyer?

I'm interested because 'he who shall not be named' is a dangerous lunatic. One of my friends went to see Ethan yesterday and 'the nut job' tried to hack into his computer last night. Bill stopped him, but he's pissed and he's worried. Ethan is vulnerable in that hospital. Security there is a joke and Bill is worried that 'the nut job' might find a way to harm Ethan. Bill told me that Ethan is a friend of Dr. Brennan so that is why I'm contacting you. Ethan is sick and he doesn't have access to his computers. He's vulnerable and Bill thinks that means that everyone in contact with Ethan is also vulnerable.

"Brennan thinks that 'the nut job' might be watching Ethan too. This confirms it. She's in California right now with Booth. I'll warn her when she comes back."

I think that will be too late. Bye Ms. Montenegro. Watch your back and warn Dr. Brennan as soon as you can.

"Wait. Do you think 'he who shall not be named' is going to harm Ethan now or Brennan?" She got no response back and Angela wanted to break something. "Damn it."

Afraid for her friend's safety, Angela hacked into the computers at the hospital that was holding Ethan Sawyer and soon found the signs that her mysterious tormentor had seen. Christopher Pelant was watching Ethan Sawyer and that was very bad for him and anyone that visited him. She didn't know how Pelant had found out about Ethan, but that didn't matter now. She would warn Brennan as soon as she got back from California.

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He'd removed his ankle bracelet and set it up so that the monitoring company would think it was still attached to him. He despised Big Brother and that ankle monitor was like salt rubbed into an open wound. It hadn't taken him long to figure out how to get around the restrictions of his house arrest which added to his contempt for the justice system. Now he was free to come and go as he pleased and he was very pleased to be gone most of the day except when he knew that someone would be by the house to check on him.

Christopher Pelant had started out as a hacktivist. He'd used his computer skills to mine for information to be used against big business and their ally the United States government. He had wanted to show to the world what incompetent fools were doing to the country and how they were imperiling every citizen in the country, but he had made a mistake by rushing his agenda and now he was considered a criminal. Well, he didn't care. He had big plans and one of them would eventually bring down a mercenary company that the government had turned a blind eye to for a long time.

Presently, he was doing a lot of research and that meant that he needed to leave home to do it. Since he didn't own a car at the moment, he usually took the bus to where he needed to be and this time was no different. Once he was at the Central Library in Arlington he felt right at home. Knowledge was power and he intended to have a lot of power to further his goals. Sure, he could have used a library closer to home, but he had always loved the Central Library and he didn't want to give up using it.

Pete had set up three cameras outside of Christopher Pelant's house and accessed the WIFI from the house next door to allow him real time access of the footage. It had amused Pete how easily he had been able to access the WIFI and he knew that the owner would be shocked to know just how ineffectual his password was if anyone bothered to tell him.

He had recorded Pelant's comings and goings and had found a pattern that made the hacktivist vulnerable. Pete wasn't a violent man, but he believed in justice and to see a dangerous man walking around freely after killing two people just grated on him. Add to that the hacktivist was actively watching Ethan Sawyer and Dr. Temperance Brennan and Pete knew deep in his soul that Pelant was setting up his next two victims. People he cared about and would protect if he could.

He kept Max Keenan apprised of the situation and between them they had come up with a plan. Pelant spent a lot of his time at the Central Library and Max considered it the perfect spot to take action. He had wanted to have an active role in what was about to happen, but Pete knew that Max would be a suspect if anything happened to Pelant. Max had killed to protect his children in the past and no one would put it past Max to do it again. Pete decided that he would be the one to fix their problem and Max reluctantly agreed.

It was a wet and dreary day. The rain had started the previous evening and the dark gray skies just added to a weary feeling. Pelant hated taking the bus on such days since he usually ended up with wet pants legs and once he was in the library they would just cling to his legs making him cold. The ride to the library had been uneventful and no one as usual had paid attention to him. He counted on anonymity to help him evade the restrictions the courts had placed on him. If no one knew who he was, he was free to do what he wanted. A pretty sweet deal as far as he was concerned.

The library was a quiet refuge and Pelant welcomed that too. He counted on the fact that school aged children were in school and the adults that came to the library during the morning were there to use the computers or to read. They usually didn't want to chit chat and that was fine by him.

Pete observed Pelant enter the library and shadowed the killer until he was seated at a table towards the back of the library. He was quick to notice that Pelant had chosen a table out of range of the few cameras in the building. That was perfect as far as Pete was concerned. Sitting at the table behind Pelant, Pete set up his lap top and retrieved some American history books. Once he was settled down at the table, he flipped open the books to the section on the American Civil War and started to take notes. He was currently working on a book about the occupation of New Orleans by the Union Army starting on April 25, 1862. Pete wanted Pelant to relax and accept that he was harmless and what better way to do that than to work on his book?

Unhappy that someone was sitting at the table behind him, Christopher Pelant considered moving, but the three other tables in the area were occupied. Uneasy, he left the table and looked for the research material he was interested in while keeping an eye on his neighbor. Much to his relief, the old man was busy reading from two books and typing away on his keyboard. Confident that the old man was harmless, he returned to his table and began his own research.

For a while, all that could be heard in the area was the turn of pages, typing on keyboards and the occasional cough from a lady sitting at table nearby. Eventually, Pelant became engrossed with his research and phased out the people in his surroundings.

Patiently, Pete waited for his prey to relax and the lady to leave her table. Once she was gone, Pete reached into his bag sitting next to his laptop, remove a syringe, slowly turned in his chair to face the back of Pelant only to see the man stand up and head towards the restrooms. Standing, Pete placed the syringe back in the bag, grabbed the bag and followed the killer. Once he was in the restroom, he moved over to the sinks while Pelant relieved himself. Removing the syringe from the bag, he walked over to stand behind Pelant just as the man was zipping up his pants, reached out and placed an arm around the man's neck holding Pelant against his chest while jabbing him with the syringe in the side of his neck, injecting the entire contents of insulin into the hacktivist. Pelant yelled and tried to free himself, but the older man was too strong for him and he wasn't able to move until the man released him.

The job done, Pete stepped back from a panting Pelant and walked over to the sinks. "You killed two people, you jeopardized soldiers doing their jobs, but your biggest mistake was taking an interest in Temperance Brennan and Ethan Sawyer. Too many people are afraid that you're planning to kill Brennan and Sawyer and they don't want you around anymore."

His hand clutching his neck, Pelant had a look of panic on his face. "What did you do?"

Pete shrugged his shoulders. "I'm making a problem go away."

Screaming for help, Pelant staggered to the door and entered the hallway leading back to the aisles of books. Terrified, the man kept calling for help and that attracted attention. As help arrived, he collapsed on the floor and stared up at the concerned faces circling him. Trembling he felt his heart racing and he couldn't understand what was happening. He tried to speak, but a seizure hit him and during that seizure, he stopped breathing.

Shocked, one of the patrons called 911 while another patron began cardiopulmonary resuscitation. Pete joined the small crowd of people, watched the efforts for a few minutes until the EMTs arrived and knew that the job was done. After he retrieved his lap top, he left the library and was on his way to meet Max at the coffee shop down the street. He'd done what he had to do and he had no regrets. Pelant has got away with two murders, but he wouldn't get away with any more.

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Booth and Brennan had enjoyed their stay in California and the making of Brennan's movie hadn't been as exciting as solving a murder on the set. All in all, Booth had found the experience bizarre and he hoped that he was never asked to watch another movie being made. He was proud of Brennan's accomplishments and she deserved to have a movie made from one of her books but being around the Hollywood crowd had just confused him. They didn't act like normal people and he had a hard time understanding where they were coming from.

Once they were back home, Booth checked in with his assistant and found out that Christopher Pelant had died at a public library three days before. The man was supposed to be under house arrest, but he had found a way to evade his ankle monitor and had gone to the library where he had died of an apparent heart attack. Once he had ended that call, Booth had called Caroline Julian. "So, Pelant died at the Central library . . . are we going to open the Johannsen and Krane cases back up now? Pelant killed them and now that we can prove he could leave his house when he wanted to, I want those cases closed and those murders attributed to him."

"Yes, of course." Caroline had known how Booth would react when he found out about the death of Pelant and she was ready to back him up. "We all knew he killed that young woman and the reporter, but his ankle monitor said it was impossible. I'm going to have a lot of pleasure in my heart when I present the facts to Judge Collins. He let Pelant go because of the monitor and now he'll see that he was used just like the rest of us."

His mind racing about what needed to be done, Booth noticed Brennan enter the bedroom with their daughter. "I have to go Caroline. I'll talk to you tomorrow." Facing his little family, Booth watched as Brennan came closer and allowed him to take Christine from her arms. "Hey baby girl . . . I bet you missed your Daddy." He kissed her cheek and chuckled when his daughter grabbed his nose. "Okay, you got me."

Brennan laughed and took her daughter back into he arms. "I'm going to feed her now."

"Okay." Booth followed his family into the kitchen and watched as Brennan placed their child into her highchair. "Pelant is dead."

Surprised, Brennan paused and looked at Booth. "Dead? How did he die?"

Booth shrugged his shoulders. "He died of a heart attack at the Central Library. We had him, but we couldn't prove that he had a way to leave home undetected. Well, he proved it himself. I'm going to open up the Johannsen and Krane cases and I'm going to give their families closure."

"Good." Brennan had hated that Pelant had found a way to evade justice and she had asked her friend Ethan to help her find a way to prove Pelant had killed two people. She no longer needed Ethan's help and would let him know the next time she visited him. "I didn't trust him. I think he's been monitoring my movements. I don't know how, but I'm sure of it."

Feeling a chill run down his spine, Booth shook his head. "You should have told me."

"I didn't have any proof. It was just a hunch based upon something a friend had told me." Brennan hated to use hunches, but Ethan had been sure and Angela had said it was possible. Now that Pelant was dead, she felt safer. "Pelant was dangerous. He could evade his house arrest at will and that meant he was free to kill again if he'd felt the need to do so. I'm glad he's dead."

"Me too." Booth watched as his lover began to feed their daughter strained peas. "At least we don't have to worry about him anymore . . . Have you seen Jared? Is he in his room?"

Brennan nodded her head. "Jared and Dad left while you were on the phone. They said they were going shopping."

Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, Booth opened it and took a swig. "I'm glad to be home, Bones. It might have been interesting to work in California for a while, but our family and friends are here and I really like my job at the FBI."

Her daughter grabbed the pea filled spoon and shouted something that neither parent recognized as a word. "I like my job at the Lab, so I think it was wise to come back home. Making a movie is fun, but it isn't real. This is real." She wasn't being as succinct as she could be, but she knew that Booth understood what she was saying. He always seemed to understand what she was saying. At least most of the time.

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