Here's Chapter 4. Worked on it on my way to DC. Sorry for the misspelling of Philadelphia. I have NO idea what I was thinking!
Title: The Body in the Story
Summary: Some stories are worth repeating and some people are just worth talking to again...
Rating: T
Genre: Drama/Romance/Mystery/Tragedy
Characters: Temperance "Bones" Brennan, Seeley Booth, Camille "Cam" Saroyan, Tim "Sully" Sullivan, Angela Montenegro, Jack Hodgins, Zach Addy, and Sam Cullen
Other People: Raycheil Alai Raines, Colby John Raines, Geoffrey Tim Jakes, Autumn Joyce Sparks, Gregory Alan Collins, Dakota James Jones, and Shelbey Alaina Jones
Pairings: Booth/Brennan, Ange/Jack, Cam/Sully and family relationships
Geoffrey Jakes' business was, in no doubt Booth's mind, growing and doing well. Probably better than ever before. The building was twenty stories high in the most rural part of Philadelphia. "Talk about your high living," Booth mumbled, looking up.
Brennan looked up as well. "Think we'll find him easily?"
Booth grabbed his badge. "Oh, I don't think we'll have quite a big problem, Bones, okay?" He flashed her a weakening grin and started off towards the glass double doors of the building. Brennan followed close behind, clipping her ID tag to her blazer.
Once inside the large lobby, Booth looked around, then spotted a desk not too far off. "Bones," he tapped her arm, breaking her gaze. He pointed when she looked in the same direction he was. "Looks like this might not be such a problem at all."
"Let's hope not," Brennan agreed, following the agent.
Booth approached the desk just as the woman behind it hung up her phone headset. She looked up at them, green eyes almost peircing. She was young. "Can I help you?"
"Special Agent Seeley Booth of the FBI," Booth held up his badge. "My partner here it--"
"Doctor Temperance Brennan. I work at the Jeffersonian Institute in Washington, DC," Brennan interrupted, casting Booth a side look.
Booth raised his eyebrows at her. "Okay..." He turned back to the young woman. "We're here to see Mr. Geoffrey Jakes."
"Do you have an appointment?" She asked in an almost teenage-snotty way.
Brennan exchanged a look with Booth and he took force. "Mr. Jakes' daughter is dead. A murder, Miss. I don't think an appointment is required."
The girl looked at Booth, then to Brennan. "Don't let anybody know I did this. I'm not supposed to. He's on the twelfth floor," she pointed. "And I wouldn't reccommend taking the stairs. My uncle's a stiff when it comes to not arriving fast enough. NOt that he knows you're even here, but--"
"Thank you," Booth interrupted. He walked towards the elevators.
Brennan felt panicky as she followed right beside him. "Wait, Booth..."
"Yes?" He hit the 'up' button and faced her, hands on his hips.
"Maybe--maybe taking the stairs wouldn't be so bad after all."
Booth gave her a crooked look. "Bones, in case you haven't noticed, this building has twenty stairs. Jakes is on twelve. I'm not climbing twelve steps."
"I know, but..." she looked around. "You know how I am with elevators."
Booth rubbed his forehead. "Yeah, but, I am not walking twelve flights when--I thought you said that you could work through it?"
"Not for twelve flights."
Booth thought. "Look, we're going to take the elevator up. Just," he took her hand and put it on his forearm. "Hang onto me alright?" He grinned cutely as the doors opened.
Brennan tried her best not to flush at the touch of his hand and smile. But setting all that aside, she closed her eye and took a deep breath, allowing Booth to lead her into the elevator.
Gently squeezing his arm, Brennan stood beside the agent as the doors closed. She instantly felt panic then.
Booth gently stroked her hand and winced when the elevator stopped suddenly at nine for a stop.
"Booth?"
"Relax, Bones. Just a quick stop."
"No, no, no. No stops, I want to take the stairs," she opened her eyes and looked at him.
Booth took her shoulders. "Bones, relax, okay? I'm right here and it's only--"
"Stairs, Booth!"
Jumping back, Booth saw the initial fear on her face. he just couldn't let it pass. "Okay. We'll take the stairs." He let her out and shook his head. "I cannot believe we have to walk up four flights of stairs."
He'd tried...that much he could say.
Upon entering Jakes' floor, Booth groaned inwardly in exhasperation as he saw another receptionist.
"This place is rigged," he grumbled. He went up to the desk and Brennan followed, feeling much better after having taken the stairs...that and ignorning the agent's complaints.
Booth went up to the desk and taking out his ID out, he practically shoved it in front of the woman's face. "Special agent Seeley Booth. FBI."
Brennan stepped next to him. "Booth, stop it."
"I understand Mr. Jakes is in today. We need to see him now."
The woman was possibly three years older than the one downstairs. She looked at him, then at Brennan. "I am sorry, but nobody-"
"Listen to me. His daughter's been murdered and we need information now. Appointment. Or. Not."
Brennan cast a look at the woman that was apologetic, then at Booth, who was holding a hard, cold stare. The anthropologist couldn't figure out what was wrong with him.
Matching Booth's expression, the woman pressed a button. "Go ahead."
Booth smiled. "Thank you for your cooperation." He looked at Brennan. "Come on, Bones."
Mouthing "sorry" to the receptionist, Brennan followed Booth. They took a left down a broad hall and the agent stopped at a door labeled in bold lettering:
Geoffrey Jakes
"Ready, Bones?"
"As long as you don't threaten to kill the man," Brennan retorted.
Booth grinned at her, hand on the door handle. "Oh, come on, Bones. When have I ever done that?"
Sorry that was so short, but I wanted the interrogation to be a separate chapter.
Jay
