(The Lance to the Heart)

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The files were sitting in plain sight in the Hoover Room in the Jeffersonian. Using a few Lab technicians he could trust, Booth had his team and the techs pack up all of the files they could find and carry them down to the Lab. After the techs were sent home for the day, Cam told Booth about a room few people knew existed in the Lab under the platform. She'd had it built after the city wide blackout a few years earlier had shut down the Lab. Hodgins had known that there had been something done under the platform after the blackout, but he had never thought to ask about it. He assumed it had to do with the new lights on the platform and the backup UPS system that Cam said was now available for the equipment on the platform.

There were two entrances, one on top of the platform and one on the back side of the platform. Inspecting the room accessed by the side panel, Hodgins and Booth realized that it would be a good place to keep the blackmail material for now. "It's a maintenance room. It has three wall panels that can be removed to access the electrical equipment kept under the platform as well as a bank of batteries for the UPS system at the front of the platform. The UPS system is for the computers, the lights and the security system used on the platform. We can remove one of the panels if you want to and stack the files in the space available in the crawlspace."

After careful consideration, Booth nodded his head. "We'll use the crawl spaces. Once we have Durant under arrest, we can let him know that his files are no longer in the Hoover room and his ability to make people do what he wants is gone . . . It's important that no one talk about the files for now. Once Durant is convicted and in prison we'll talk about when we can destroy them."

"I think he'll be given the death penalty and once he's executed, we can destroy them then." Brennan didn't want to risk Durant getting out on appeal. "As long as we have the files, no judge will try to save Durant."

"I agree." Angela folded her arms against her breasts. "Durant is dangerous and we have to treat him that way until he's not." It still made her sick with fright that Booth had been attacked in his home. If Danny and his agents hadn't shown up, it was likely that Booth might have been killed and Angela would never forgive Durant for doing that. As far as she was concerned, he was evil and had to be treated that way.

"I have one of the keys to the maintenance room, Hodgins has the other one. No one will be allowed to enter it unless Hodgins is there to monitor the situation . . . What's your next move, Booth?"

Watching Cam lock the panel, Booth glanced at Brennan then back at his friend. "I'm going to go see Caroline and see when she can go before a judge we can trust. I need a warrant for Durant's arrest. If Caroline gets stuck with a judge on the take, I can handle that. I'll have Caroline explain the situation to him and if I have to, I'll get her a copy of whatever blackmail is being used against him or her. Caroline has been ready to go for days and she's just been waiting for me to give her the go ahead. She wants this to end as badly as we do."

"I want to be with you when you arrest Durant, Booth." Brennan needed to make sure that her husband had adequate support.

"You and Aubrey are coming with me, Bones." Turning towards Sweets, Booth patted his shoulder. "You did good, Sweets. You stay here and keep an eye on the platform. I'll let you know when Durant has been arrested."

Satisfied that he was being helpful, Sweets took his assignment seriously. "You can count on me, Booth."

Grateful that the Hoover files were under his control, Booth knew that he would finally get the man who seemed bent on destroying the country he loved. "Okay everyone, stay alert. Cam, thanks for letting me store the files here. Sweets will make sure no one gets to them for now. I think once we have Durant under arrest, I'll have Alan Butler arrested too. Angela, if you know of any other FBI Agents on the take let me know as soon as possible. I'm going have agents I trust guarding this platform until the files can be destroyed and I need to know who I can trust."

"Got it Booth. I'll continue to go over the files and let you know as soon as I can." Angela was confident she already knew of two other agents who were on the take, but she needed to make sure there weren't anymore.

"Alright people, good job." Booth smiled. "I'm proud to be part of such a great team. It took a while, but this is almost over."

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With a warrant granted for Durant's arrest, Booth, Brennan and Aubrey arrived at Bethesda Presbyterian Hospital in search of the physician. When they arrived, they were surprised to find out that part of the parking garage was roped off as a crime scene. Curious, Booth walked over to where a police officer was guarding a yellow and black tape barrier strung up between to pillars and flashed his badge and credentials. "Special Agent Booth. What's going on?"

Officer Boyd glanced up the ramp towards where all the activity was and shrugged. "Someone died in his car. We got a tip about an hour ago that he was here and when we checked into it, we found the victim sitting in his car dead. Detective Goldshine isn't sure if the guy was murdered or not, so we're treating it like a crime scene."

"Do you know the name of the victim?" Booth saw two EMTs remove the body from the floor near a brown car and place it on the gurney behind the car. Amazed, Booth turned to look at Brennan. "I think that is Glen Durant."

"I think that's the name I heard, Agent Booth." Not sure what to do, Officer Boyd decided to err on the side of caution. "Would you like me to get Detective Goldshine to talk to you?"

Lifting the tape barrier, Booth held it up for Brennan and Aubrey. "We'll go see him. Thanks." Moving towards the car and Ambulance, Booth tried to keep his face emotionless. "If this is Durant then this isn't over yet."

"I agree." Brennan had counted on the arrest of Durant as being the end of a very long and tumultuous period in their lives. "If Durant has been murdered then we need to find out who did it and why."

"The why is probably obvious." Aubrey had been looking forward to arresting Durant and now he felt a little let down.

Wary of jumping to conclusions, Brennan kept her eyes on the body as it was lifted into the ambulance. "I'd rather not assume anything at this time."

"Yeah, me neither." Booth called out to the two men in suits standing near the ambulance. "Detective Goldshine?"

Surprised and wary, the detective turned to look at the small group of people approaching him. "Detective Harry Goldshine. This is a crime scene. I'm going to have to ask you to go back to the yellow line and stay there."

Holding up his FBI credentials and badge, Booth turned his gaze upon the ambulance. "I think your victim is Dr. Glen Durant. I have a warrant for his arrest."

Aubrey held up his credentials too but didn't say anything. He was more interested in hearing what the detective had to say.

A quick glance at his partner standing near the doctor's car, Goldshine shrugged his shoulders. "The ID we found on the body said he was Glen Durant, a physician in this hospital . . . He's dead, so your warrant is just a piece of paper now."

"Do you know what killed him?" That Durant was dead after a warrant had been issued for him, made Aubrey feel like someone was trying to do a cover up. It was just too much to ask that this was a coincidence.

"Nothing visible." The Detective checked his notebook. "Someone called 911 at around three, a patrol car came by to check it out. They found Dr. Durant in his car and he was unresponsive. They removed him from his car and tried CPR but he didn't respond. A nurse walking through the parking garage took over CPR, but after a few minutes she called it. I guess Durant had been dead for quite a while. No blood in the car or on the victim. Not obvious wounds. We'll need an autopsy to find out what happened."

His hand in his jacket pocket, Booth pulled out a card and gave it to the detective. "Could you keep me informed?" Booth was going to make sure that he got a copy of the autopsy, but it wouldn't hurt to ask the detective to keep him in the loop. "Dr. Durant was wanted for solicitation of murder. We need to know what happened to him."

Taking the card, Goldshine placed it in his wallet. "Sure, why not?" The detective wasn't a big fan of the FBI, but since Booth wasn't being pushy, he decided a little cooperation wouldn't hurt anything. "I'll let my lieutenant know you're interested and I'll give him your card."

"Thanks." Booth motioned for Brennan and Aubrey to walk back to his SUV with him. Once they were back in the truck, Booth turned to look at Brennan. "I don't believe in coincidences. This is convenient for someone. I want to know who."

"As do I." Her seat belt buckled, she glanced up the ramp and watched the ambulance drive down the ramp past them then turn onto the street. "Either someone decided that Durant was an impediment of some kind or he died of natural causes. He's fairly young, so I'm not inclined to believe he just happened to die when he was on the verge of being arrested by the FBI."

The ambulance now out of sight, Aubrey buckled up his seatbelt. "Do you think he had a partner?"

"God, I hope not." Booth wanted this to be over. He was tired of worrying that his family might be in danger. He needed this to end. "Let's wait for the autopsy before we start worrying about that."

"I noticed they don't have any cameras in this garage, just where the elevator is." Aubrey didn't approve of that. "If that is the example of how secure this hospital is then God help the employees and the patients."

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A knock on the door brought Pete to his front door, rubbing the back of his head and trying to wake up. The door open, Pete frowned and tried not to be too rude. "It's seven in the morning. What the hell do you want?"

Amused, Danny firmly pushed Pete back into his living room, stepped into the house and closed the door behind him. "Durant is dead . . . You wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you?"

"Me?" Worried, Pete tried to keep his face and voice emotionless. "Did someone shoot him or something?"

"Or something." Danny walked over to a comfortable looking chair near a rather ratty looking couch and sat down. "He was found dead in his car two days ago . . . at the hospital where he works."

Resigned that Danny wasn't going to leave for a while, Pete pulled his robe closer round his body and sat down on the couch. "So, what killed him?"

A slight smile on his face, Danny could see that Pete wasn't going to admit to anything. "An autopsy was done, he died of a heart attack." He watched Pete's face to see if there would be a reaction of some kind and to his disappointment, Pete didn't react at all. "Kind of convenient that we find out who's been behind several prominent murders and the attempted assassination of an FBI Agent and that man dies within a couple of days."

"If he had a heart attack, then why are you here bugging me at the crack of dawn?" Irritated, Pete huffed a little in indignation. "Why not tell someone who gives a rat's ass?"

"There are ways to make a man look like he's had a heart attack when he hasn't . . . There was a needle mark in his neck. The coroner found that odd, but he didn't find any poison in Durant's system. He ran some toxicology tests and they came back negative . . . A needle mark and a heart attack? Seems weird to me." Danny continued to watch Pete and the older man continued to act like he was bored. "You left the house a couple of days ago. You were gone for a few hours.'

"The hell I was." Sitting forward, Pete glared at the CIA Agent. "I haven't been out of this house for the last six days. I have receipts from delivery guys for pizza and Chinese food if you want to see them."

Chuckling, Danny stood up and walked over to a bookcase to look at the books nestled on the shelves. Lifting out a copy of 'Wrath of the Furies' by Steven Saylor, he opened it and randomly flipped through the pages. "I have a man watching this house. He saw you leave."

"Bullshit." Pete laughed. "I've been on my computer trying to help you nail that treasonous bastard for days. I knew Booth was going to arrest him soon. Why would I kill him? What's my motive?"

"Motive?" Danny closed the book and put it back on the shelf before turning to face the hacker. "Durant had some people attack the husband of the daughter of a friend. That might be a good motive. You and Max Keenan are friends."

Not about to admit to anything serious, Pete leaned back against the couch and crossed his legs. "I know Max. I've known him for a long time, but I'm not a hit man I'm a hacker. I don't murder people and I haven't left this house for almost a week. I need to go grocery shopping soon, maybe today since I'm running low on food and washing powder. I'm also thinking of cooking some steak on the grill. The weather is nice."

Sitting back down, Danny leaned forward and gave the man a stern look. "Booth and Temperance don't trust the autopsy. Temperance thinks the needle mark means Durant was murdered and so do I . . . But you know what? I work for the CIA and I'm not a cop." Standing, Danny fished his car keys from his jacket pocket. "You better keep those receipts and if you have anything in this house that might point to you causing the needle marks . . . If I was you, I'd make sure they're not here for long."

"Am I a suspect?" Thoughts racing through his mind, Pete knew he'd call Max and have him come over later in the afternoon. "I never left this house and why would Booth and Temperance suspect me? I'm just a hacker . . . an old hacker."

"You're not a suspect as far as I know." Danny walked over to the front door. "Stay out of the CIA's business, Pete and you'll probably never see me again . . . You knew you were being watched. You're pretty good." When Pete didn't react, Danny laughed and opened the door. "I might have some work for you someday . . . we'll see."

Once Danny was gone, Pete exhaled deeply. He had used insulin to kill Durant just like he'd used it to kill Pelant. "It's a good thing I dumped the needle and the insulin in the dumpster behind The Texas Roadhouse." Not worried about Danny or Booth, Pete locked the front door and went back to bed. "Who in the world thinks it's okay to knock on someone's door at the crack of dawn? That just ain't right."

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