(After 'The Next in the Last')

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The roaring sound of water moving over the falls made it hard to hear anyone speak at the crime scene unless they spoke loudly. The mist in the air made everything damp and the rocks they were forced to climb over were slippery. Booth was glad that Brennan wasn't there. She was athletic and in great shape, but she was also pregnant and a fall on the rocks or in the river could kill or injure their baby as well as her. He was grateful that Brennan hadn't insisted upon coming to the crime scene. At least that was one less thing to worry about.

They had found the body lying next to the falls. The man who had found it had reported his discovery to the Fairfax County Sheriff's office and once the Sheriff had his coroner examine the body, he had called the FBI. Now that Booth and his team were on site, he knew why they had been called. The victim was wearing a U.S. Postal Worker's uniform. "Why the hell would a mail carrier be out here?" The victim had been shot and it was obvious that he had been killed where he fell. Someone had shot the man in the back and the victim had bled out. Although the area was wet from mist, the grasses growing in the cracks between the rocks still showed signs of being covered in blood.

As careful as she could be, Cam examined the wound and felt certain the victim had been shot with a pistol. After careful observation of the entrance wounds, she looked at Booth and stood up. "He was shot three times. Once in each lung and once in the heart. Whoever shot him knows human anatomy . . . I believe he was killed here. He died instantly when his heart ruptured."

Slowly nodding his head, Booth pointed at the man's pants. "Did you check for a wallet or ID?"

Reaching into the man's pants pockets with gloved hands, Clark Edison found a wallet in the back pocket along with a soggy handkerchief. After he placed the wallet and hanky in a plastic bag, he handed it to Booth. "We can check his front pockets when we get back to the Lab unless you want me to do that now."

"It can wait." Booth had the wallet which is what he wanted for the moment. Holding the bag, he took two plastic gloves from Cam and handed them to Aubrey. "Here, look in the wallet and see if you can find a license." Booth hated to put plastic gloves on since his hands were big and most of the gloves his squints used were too small.

With gloved hands, Aubrey took the bag from Booth, opened it, removed the wallet and searched it for ID. He immediately found a drivers license. "Woodrow Bridges, residence Richmond, Virginia . . . that's where Corbet Frye lived."

"Yeah." Not really surprised, Booth stared at the ID Aubrey was showing him and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. After a moment, he nodded his head. "We need to contact the FBI office in Richmond and have someone sent to Mr. Bridges' house and place of employment. I'll let you do that Aubrey. You can call them and let them know you're on the way. Look for anything that connects him to John Hepburn or Corbet Frye. I don't believe that it's a coincidence that Frye and Bridges were killed here. Somethings going on and I want to know what that is."

"Got it." After taking a picture of the driver's license with his phone and the wallet was back in the bag, Aubrey glanced towards the path in the woods. "I have to take your truck. I came with you."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth handed the younger agent his keys. "I'll take a ride back with Cam and Clark." He usually didn't allow anyone to drive his truck, but he didn't want to drive to Richmond since he had a mountain of work sitting on his desk back at the Hoover. "Just remember to keep the doors locked. I have a baby seat in the passenger seat and some personal stuff in the trunk."

"Not a problem." Determined to get to Richmond a soon as possible, Aubrey glanced at his watch. "It'll take me about three hours to get to Richmond. I'll check in at the office down there, and from there I can check out Bridges' house and place where he worked. I probably will be back here by four or five, depending upon what I find."

"No hurry, Bones can take me home tonight." Booth glanced at his watch. "Call me when you get back. If you're running late, you can leave my truck at the Hoover and Bones can bring me to work tomorrow."

Ready to go, Aubrey handed the bag to Booth. "I'll call you if I find anything interesting."

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With the assistance of Special Agent Joseph Romero, Aubrey drove to Woodrow Bridges' house and found it to be unoccupied. Bridges was divorced and had one daughter that he shared custody with his former in-laws. Bridges' ex-wife had died of leukemia five years after her divorce and his father-in-law sued for custody of her daughter Natalie. Bridges had asked for sole custody, but since Woodrow had some health issues and was single, the judge allowed the in-laws to have custody and Woodrow had visitation rights.

With the help of a locksmith, the agents entered the home and began searching it for clues as to why Woodrow had ended up dead 115 miles from home. While Romero searched the bedrooms, Aubrey took the living room and the kitchen. Sitting at a small desk in the corner of the kitchen, Aubrey went through the drawers looking at every piece of paper he found there. Most of the papers were receipts for medical care and prescriptions. The man had been a Type 1 diabetic and he seemed to struggle to find ways to pay for his insulin on top of his house note, car note, house, car and life insurance, child support for Natalie, fees for a private high school, etc. It seemed to Aubrey that the man wasn't taking his insulin like he was supposed to do to take care of his other bills. Gathering those papers up, he placed them in a plastic bag he found in the kitchen and checked the living room.

Finding a scrapbook and a photo album on a bookshelf, Aubrey brought them back into the kitchen, placed them on the desk and started to flip through them. About halfway through the photo album, he found a picture of John Hepburn and Woodrow fishing on a pier. Hepburn was holding a saltwater fishing rod and Woodrow was holding a large fish in his hands. The agent had no idea what the fish was nor did he care. "Romero!" Flipping through the photo album, he found more pictures of Hepburn and he knew he had found something important.

Stepping into the room, Romero walked over to the desk. "Find anything?"

With a slight smile, Aubrey handed the fishing picture to Romero. "John Hepburn . . . He killed Corbet Frye at Great Falls. His murder helped us connect the dots to Glen Durant. Just to let you know, Corbet lived about five miles from here. We know that Hepburn had a partner when he killed Corbet, but Hepburn refused to name him and we didn't find anything pointing to who it was until now . . . Hear me out. Hepburn needs help to kill Corbet. He gets Bridges to help him. Bridges is a postal carrier so all he has to do is knock on Corbet's door and Corbet lets him in. No need to break in because no one doesn't open the door when a postal carrier knocks on the door. They kidnap Corbet, drive him up to Great Falls and kill him."

"Sounds good, but who killed Bridges? Hepburn is in prison." Romero didn't think Aubrey was wrong, but they were missing something to explain why Bridges had been murdered at Great Falls too. "What are we missing? Was there someone else involved in Corbet's death or is this something else?"

"I don't know, but we have somewhere to start now." Aubrey placed the photo album and scrapbook on top of the bag of receipts. "Let's check the garage."

Once they were in the garage, they found Bridges' car. There were two bicycles in the back right corner along with a skateboard, but not much else in the room. "The guy didn't believe in holding onto things that's for sure." After checking the car without touching it, Romero rubbed the back of his head. "Okay, I need to get some techs out here to check for fingerprints in the house and in this garage. It's a long shot, but maybe Bridges' killer wasn't wearing gloves and touched something. Bridges didn't drive to Great Falls in his car, so maybe the killer picked him up and drove him out there."

"Good idea." Aubrey glanced at his watch. "Let's go check where he worked, show the picture of Hepburn to Bridge's co-workers and then drive over to Bridges' in-law's place. We need to let the Thompsons know that their former son-in-law is dead and they can tell Natalie . . . or we can. Whatever the Thompsons thinks is best for the child."

"Sounds good." Romero checked his watch. "Natalie should still be in school . . . Let's stop and eat lunch before we go to the Thompsons' place."

His stomach rumbling, Aubrey laughed. "Sounds like a plan, Romero. Got any good Italian restaurants around here? I'm in the mood for lasagna."

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It was seven that evening when Aubrey drove Booth's truck into Booth's driveway. Checking his watch, Aubrey shook his head. "Oh well." Exiting the truck, he moved over to the front door and knocked.

"Hey, Aubrey, what are you doing here?" Booth was surprised to see the younger agent at his door. "I thought you were going to leave my truck at the Hoover."

Shrugging his shoulders, Aubrey shoved his hands into his pants pocket. "Yeah, I was going to, but it's not too late and I can take a cab home."

"Want to come in? We're getting ready to eat dinner." Booth stepped back and motioned him to enter the house. "We always make extra."

Not wanting to impose, Aubrey slowly shook his head. "It's family time, Booth. I don't want to interrupt that."

Amused, Booth laughed. "Max is here. Bones' father. Family time is already interrupted. Come in. It's fine."

"Thanks." Aubrey entered the house and handed Booth the keys to his truck. "I think you need to have your tires changed. The back two don't have a lot of tread left."

"Yeah, I'm going to take care of that this weekend." Booth closed the door and called out. "Hey Bones, Aubrey's here. He's staying for dinner."

"Alright." The voice came from the kitchen.

Pointing at the couch, Booth motioned for Aubrey to sit down. "What did you find in Richmond?"

"I found a photo album with John Hepburn's picture in it. Several to be precise." Aubrey noticed Brennan enter the room and stood up. "Dr. Brennan I hope I'm not imposing."

"Not at all." Brennan smiled and turned her attention upon her husband. "I'm just interrupting your conversation to remind Booth that we don't talk about work at home if we can help it."

A slight smile on his face, Booth rolled his eyes at Brennan then turned to face his guest. "She's right. We try to leave work at work now a days. We don't want to talk shop around Christine. Little pitchers have big ears."

"What exactly does that mean? Little pitchers have big ears. My mother used to say that." Aubrey had never asked his mother what she meant, but she had usually said it when there were young people were around and she didn't want them to hear what she was saying.

"It means adults must be careful what they say around children. They are likely to repeat what you say at inconvenient times." Brennan laughed. "Booth found that out the hard way when Christine repeated a curse word he had used in front of her. She said it to their priest. We're afraid she might repeat other things that might be inconvenient if we talk about work in front of her."

Not amused, Booth glared at his wife. "I said okay, Bones. Just let that go, alright?"

"Alright." Once Brennan was out of the room, Booth sat down on the chair near the couch. "She's right, that was embarrassing. I had to add that to my confession that day."

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A/N: Corbet Frye's murder was introduced in chapter 156. John Hepburn was introduced to this story in chapter 158.