Author's Note: Here ya go! Chappie 18 . . . that's all I got for now so ENJOY! R&R please!

Chapter 18: Familiarity Breeds Hostility

"Well, Agent Booth, I wasn't expecting to see you," McGill cleared some papers off of is desk when the agent and his doctor friend stepped into his office.

Booth smiled and sat himself down in one of the chairs across the desk, "That's me, just full of surprises." Brennan followed him.

"What brings you here so late in the afternoon?"

"Just wanted to talk," Booth pulled a packet out of his jacket and picked out some pictures from the file. "You know that I'm heading the investigation into the death of Willy Carson."

"I believe that I have given you all of the information that I have," McGill had on bushy eyebrow raised.

"I know, just trying to get as much information as possible into how Mr. Carson ended up under your hotel." Booth spoke kindly but with as much authority as his FBI suite usually held. "If you have any clues, pictures, videotapes," in his mind he added, "other than what I've already seen."

McGill chuckled, "There used to be a security camera down there, all VHS but I may have the tapes still back in storage somewhere." He picked up his phone and pushed a button, "Yeah Sarah, could you see if we still have those tapes from the old hotel. Thank you." He turned back to Booth, "She'll bring 'em when she finds 'em," he held out a bowl of sweets he had on his desk. "Help yourself."

They were butterscotch so Booth took one; Brenan said, "No thank you."

It took near an hour for Sarah to find the tapes but soon came back up with them. "Here ya go Mr. McGill. I wasn't sure which ones so I brought up the whole lot." She had about fifteen eight hour VHS's in her arms. "But I could only carry the latest ones."

Booth got up to help, taking half of the videos off the top, "When are these from?"

"Thank you Mr. Booth." She blew a strand of hair out of her face, "These are from four years ago," she checked the sides, "looks like January through July." When Booth seemed puzzled that there wasn't more videos footage, she explained, "Those video cameras are old, Mr. Booth, they often work sporadically. That's why we disengaged them three years ago."

"Thank you, Sarah." He motioned Brennan to take the remainder of the tapes. Before they walked out the door Booth addressed McGill again, "Thank you Mr. McGill."

"Please, Agent Booth, call me Conan. And, if you need anything else, please let me know. And if you could keep me informed it would be greatly appreciated."

Back in the car, VHS's cluttering the backseat, Booth was the first to speak, "He was very forthcoming."

"I still don't like him," Brennan didn't trust him.

"Bones, that's only because you've been listening to the team. We have to be objective about his." He was driving to the police station. It was 10:00p.m. McGill must have been working late. "The fact is: Everything that we've learned from that team we have to keep on the back-burner until we learn for sure what's going on." It wasn't that Booth distrusted the team; he just didn't fully trust them.

"Booth," Brennan's voice was low, "Elliot was shot saving me. Why would he fake that?"

"I'm not saying that they're bad people Bones, it's just –"

"But by your standards they aren't good either! Booth, if McGill isn't the bad guy then why would those men in his office have shot at us?" Her voice was quickly gaining volume.

"Bones! When they shot at you, you were illegally sneaking into his office complex with two thieves? Of course he would shoot at you!" Booth immediately felt ashamed for raising his voice to his partner. After an awkward silence: "You know what Bones? There's a Dairy Queen between here and the station, what say we go there? Hm?"

From the corner of his eye he could see her smile, "Only if we get a Dilly Bar."

Sophie was just coming through the door into the leader's room from her meeting with McGill. "Not a bloody thing!" Her braids were already undone, her hair flying in all directions. She was clearly upset. "The stupid wanker was trying to have me go in on a fertilizer deal!"

(Sweets, who was sitting by the TV with Parker at his feet, wrote in his notebook that Sophie was not using Kelly's accent but still referred to the personalities actions as her own. This shadowed his DID diagnosis with doubt.)

Elliot scoffed from his vantage point on the floor. He was tossing one of Parker's locks in the air and catching it as it spun. "What? Did you really expect him to bite so quickly?"

"Well, no," pink started to creep into Sophie's cheeks. Hadn't she flirted enough? That usually gave her her own way no matter what. "But I rightly didn't expect fertilizer!" She paused long enough to look around the room; other than Parker, Sweets and Elliot the only on there was Hardison, still fuming about being locked out of his room the night before. "Um, where are Nate and the others?"

"Easy," Elliot caught the lock and sat up (his shoulder was much better; he had always been a fast healer.) "Nate's downstairs at the bar and Brennan and the Agent are still gone. I gotta tell you," he checked to be sure that Sweets wasn't paying attention and then lowered his voice, "I'm not sure that I trust 'em."

"Oh, you can't mean that," Sophie's voice was high but quiet as she sat down across from Elliot on the floor, "Brennan has been nothing if not kind to you!"

"No," he waved it off, "Not B; Agent Booth, there's just this feeling I can't shake. Like an itch."

"Booth?" Brennan snapped her head off her arm and pushed the play button. "I may have found something." On two different TV's in the prescient evidence room Booth and Brennan had divvied up the VHS's, and were fast-forwarding through rats roaming and teenagers making out. Brennan was four tapes in when she had caught sight of a bound figure being brought into the frame at gunpoint." By how he is walking, I would say that's Willy Carson." His assailant couldn't be seen well save that he had long hair and was male.

Booth pushed closer to Brennan, "Turn up the sound, Bones."

" – Get away with it?" the attacker was saying with a growl. "I will kill you!" POP!

"Booth," Brennan's voice wavered.

On the screen Willy Carson sank to his knees, eyes wide.

"I know Bones," Booth set his jaw, "I know."

Elliot and Sophie still sat conversing in whispers when Booth burst through the door, gun drawn, "Elliot Spencer get on your feet!"

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