The Perfect Shot – Chapter Fifteen
WARNING: Spoilers for Season 6
Disclaimer: The sniper's name was pulled from spoilers but the character information is mine. I don't own Bones or any of the characters. They are all owned by Fox and Hart Hanson.
As Booth and Brennan waited for forensics to arrive to sweep the scene he said, "Bones, now do you believe that someone is after you?"
She looked at his worried face and said, "Given the evidence I will agree that your gut was in this case accurate and that I am truly the target".
Booth took a step toward her closing the distance between them, "Now will you also agree that you should be under 24 hour protection?"
"No Booth. I will not have some lunatic change my way of life" she said crossing her arms over her chest as she glared into his eyes.
"Fine, but you are not to go anywhere alone ever until this person is caught" he said as he leaned into her personal space their noses almost touching.
"Fine" she growled swallowing hard at his close proximity.
"Good, now let's get to the Hoover so I can collect the files on those names. We've got to find out who this person is and why he is after you. We might not be so lucky the next time."
Once he had collected the files from the FBI he and Brennan headed to the lab.
As they entered Brennan's office Angela ran and threw her arms around Brennan's neck, "Sweetie! I was so scared. Are you ok? Who would do this?"
"I'm fine Angela. As to the question of who, we assume it is the same person that killed Taffet and Mr. Nigel-Murray."
"But why would someone want to kill you?" Hodgins asked.
"It could be someone she's helped to arrest; it could be someone from her father's past or some crazy book fan. We don't know yet. I'm sure that our guy is in one of these files somewhere" Booth replied as he led Brennan to the couch to begin reviewing the files.
Angela, Hodgins and Cam gathered with them to help with the review. As they were flipping through the files Booth came across something that caught his eye. He laid the file on the table and spread out all the information in front of him.
"Hey Ange, pull up everything you can on a Jacob Ripkin Broadsky" Booth asked.
Angela typed into her touch pad and read, "Jacob Ripkin Broadsky, male, 22 years old, immigrated from Kosovo with his mother at the age of 7, lives in Tucson Arizona. Joined the US Army at the age of 18 and is currently listed as inactive."
Something about that name was bothering him, "What about the father?"
"Denis Raddick, born November 15, 1958, died 1993."
Brennan noticed Booth's face turn ashen, "Booth, what's wrong, you're white as a sheet."
Swallowing past the lump in his throat Booth said, "Bones, I know who is after you and why". He rushed to the bathroom and slammed the door. When he was finished throwing up he splashed his face with cold water and opened the door to find Brennan standing there with a worried look on her face.
He looked around the room and noticed that Angela, Cam and Hodgins were no longer around. He knew Bones had sent them away while he was in the bathroom.
He walked over to the couch and sat down with his head hung and his hands limply between his knees. Brennan sat beside him and placed her hand on his arm, "Booth, please tell me what's wrong".
He took a shaky breath, "Bones do you remember that first year we were partners?"
"Yes of course I do Booth."
"Do you remember after Devon Marshall's funeral that I told you about the assignment in Kosovo, the general that was the target?"
Brennan nodded, "do you think this Broadsky is somehow related to Raddick?
"Yes, it's his son. He must have taken his mother's maiden name when they moved to the US. I knew the name Broadsky seemed familiar. I did extensive research on each target back then. Bones, I'm so sorry" he said as he rubbed his face with his hands.
"Booth there is no need for you to be sorry. As I told you before you were only following orders. You didn't make this guy shoot anyone."
"He's doing it to get back at me!"
"While that might be true it still does not cause any reason for you to feel guilty. You had a job to do and you did it to the best of your ability. You can't take the blame for any of this. Now, let's see about catching this guy, ok?" she said as she rubbed his back.
"You're right Bones. I need to focus. I'll have the bureau check his address and see if we can figure out where exactly he is right now" he pulled his phone from his coat pocket as he stood from the couch.
While Booth was on the phone Brennan called everyone into her office for an update.
After she explained the situation, Hodgins asked, "So, how's Booth holding up?"
"Not good. He feels guilty that this guy is coming after me because of his past" Brennan said as she watched Booth pace her office and shout instructions into his phone.
"Yeah, I can see the guilt and worry etched on his face" Cam said as she too watched Booth.
Booth hung up his phone and turned to the others. "Charlie is running his financials, all flight lists over the past week and vehicle registrations. It's going to take a while to get the info pulled together. Do you guys want to grab a bite to eat at the Founding Fathers? I could really use a drink."
"Sure Booth" they all said in unison.
They each gathered belongs and agreed to meet at the Founding Fathers.