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FIRST PERSON POV!

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Two days after the scene at the Beasom residence, I found the strength to return there. Albeit, I was by myself, but I was there. I had to help Jonathon's mother somehow and get her out of this brain-washed, "he's-a-good-husband" situation. I had to get her alone and thankfully, I did. I watched as she fixed a cup of hot tea for both her and I, sitting a cup down in front of me and taking a seat herself. Her arms were pressed close to her body and her legs were crossed. The way she was sitting would be considered "closed." She basically wouldn't open up to me unless I did something to get her to.

I took a small sip of my tea before asking her, "Doesn't it hurt?" She looked up at me, her eyes wide. She soon replaced that look with a small smile and a chuckle.

"Whatever do you mean?" she asked me. I set my cup on the table before leaning forward and looking her in the eyes.

"I know what he does to you," I told her. She looked at the hot liquid in her cup to avoid my eye contact. "I don't completly understand why he does it though. Was he abused himself as a child? Or is it a power trip? But I do understand that he killed your son." She looked up, a angry protest evident on her face and she set her cup down on the table. "You don't know, but I do," I told her before she could cut me off. "I know what it feels like, to be helpless and alone, but you're not now, Mrs. Beasom." I grabbed her hand and let my thumb gently stroke her hand. "Your son wouldn't want you to do this to yourself. He wouldn't want you to be a victim." She uncrossed her legs and her body became limp as she began to cry. She was now open. I could get something out of her, anything to convict her husband. "I need to know if he ever hurt Jonathon, Mrs. Beasom. I need to know what he did." She looked up at me, her eyes red and puffy, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I need to know how he got you to think that your son was still alive when he knew he wasn't. Will you help me?" She nodded slowly and I smiled sadly. "Thank you," I told her.

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"How did you convince her to be here and bring her hubby?" Booth asked me, leaning on the one-way mirror glass with a slight smile on his face. I shrugged at him.

"Just luck, I guess," I told him before stealing a glance at Brennan who smiled at me.

"She's closed down," Lance muttered causing us all to look his direction. He was standing in front of the one-way mirror, his arms crossed and his brows furrowed. "I don't know how you could get anything out of her," he said, turning to look at us.

"What do you mean?" Booth asked. Then he pointed at me. "She got her to talk earlier. It could happen again."

"Not with the husband in the room," Lance said, turning back to look through the glass. "Her body language suggest that she's not open to talking to anyone while he's around. I don't know how you got her to even talk when she was alone with you earlier, Dr. Francis." I raised my eyebrows. Dr. Francis? What is he playing at now? "You could still give it a try, Agent Booth, but don't be surprised when neither of them say a word." Booth just rolled his eyes and left the room. A few seconds later, he entered on the other side and smiled at them.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Beasom," he said, sitting down across from them.

"We are just here to get our son's body, not play around," Mr. Beasom said automatically. I went and stood next to Lance, my arms crossed while he stood there, with his hands in his pockets. Brennan stood on the other side of me, leaning on the side of the glass, shaking her head.

"And neither are we," Booth said. "We will give you his remains just as soon as we figure out why all these cracks," and now he was breaking out the file and the pictures we had of their son's bones, "are all over your son's bones." Mr. Beasom didn't even bother looking at them or picking them up while Mrs. Beasom was staring at them, trying not to release the shining tears. "Could you tell me why, Mr. Beasom?" Mr. Beasom's jaw was set in anger.

"No, I can't," he told him.

"We're gonna loose this," I heard Brennan mutter.

"How 'bout you, Mrs. Beasom?" Booth said, bringing his attention onto the wife. Mr. Beasom quickly looked at her, staring her down and she just shook her head slowly. She was scared, terrifed of the man that sat next to her. I could see that. Anyone could see that.

"No, we're not," I told Brennan before leaving the room. A few seconds later, I too, reappeared on the other side of the glass. Booth looked up, startled that I had walked in before anything really happened. He stood up, moving out of my way. I went to the other side of the table, placing my palms down and staring into Mrs. Beasom's eyes.

"You're afraid," I told her. "I could see that, anyone could see that. But he is nothing to be afraid of," I told her, pointing at her husband.

"Shut up, little girl," he warned me.

"He is nothingbut a monster," I continued on, ignoring him. "He controlled and manipulated and beat your son until the day he died. He killed him! And part of you knows that but part of you doesn't want to believe that the man you fell in love with hurt someone you cared about."

"Shut up," he said to me again, his voice on edge.

"But now he's doing it to you," I told her. "Look at me." And she did. "Don't let him scare you into oblivion. There is nothing for you here anymore. He is the one that killed your son. We just don't know how. And you pushed it to the back of your mind." The glistening tears began to fall. "You know," I told her again and she began nodding.

"I said SHUT UP!" Mr. Beasom shouted again, standing up. Mrs. Beasom stood up as well, moving to cower in the corner. Mr. Beasom was still a tall, imposing man. But I wouldn't let any kind of fear show on my face. So when I said these next two words, I wasn't surprised at his reaction. "Make. Me," I told him and he jumped at that oppurtunity, grabbing my wrist. I grabbed his automatically and pulled him toward me, my other arm pushing his neck down onto the table. He growled, unable to move while Booth quickly came over and cuffed him. I went over to Mrs. Beasom and pulled her out of the room.

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"Where did you learn that move from?" Booth asked me an hour later, sitting across from Brennan who was sitting at her desk. I just leaned on the doorway, smiling.

"I've taken Hapkido ever since my first year of high school," I told him. He seemed pretty impressed by what happened earlier and I believe he may actually accept me now. Which is kinda nice. I walked the rest of the way into Brennan's office. "Could I talk to the Doc alone?" I asked him. He nodded, got up, said good bye and left. I sat down across from Brennan.

"Doc?" she asked, giggling a bit. I chuckled as well before biting my lip. "What do you need to talk about?" she then asked.

"It's about Lance Sweets," I told her. She just nodded.

"Yeah, he's a little... different," she told me. I just rolled my eyes.

"A little?" I asked her, chuckling again. "But, I just wanted to let you know I gave him my decoy file."

"Eh, I was hoping we wouldn't have to hand that out to anyone," she told me.

"I know, so was I, but Lance was getting on my last nerve," I told her. She nodded, completly understanding in what I just said. "Anyway, I thought I should let you know," I said, standing up.

"You know what you did today was stupid, right?" she said. I looked at her, nodding. "You could've gotten hurt and so could have Mrs. Beasom."

"And Booth," I added.

"You know I didn't mean the physical kind of hurt," she told me. I was a little shocked at her words. "Just be careful next time."

"Alright," I said, walking out of her office only to run into, you guessed it, Lance Sweets. I groaned.

"Well, hello to you too," he said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes. "You know, any kind of fighting skills was clearly left out of your file." Oh, crap... I hid the fact that I was surprised that he knew this and rolled my eyes again.

"You remembered stuff that was in my file?" I asked him, crudely changing the subject in a way.

"Yep," he said, nodding. I shook my head and walked away, obviously leaving his little question unanswered. And for a good reason as well. I hope he forgets about it.

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