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Chapter 19: Jayne

"Elliot Spencer get on your feet!"

Elliot looked calmly up from the floor, looking straight down the barrel of the gun. Slowly he got to his feet. "What's up Agent Booth, gone a bit crazy have we?" He laughed dryly, but knew the agent was serious.

Sophie stifled a cry and got behind Elliot, sliding back to the wall. The others looked open-mouthed at the conflict.

"We found the tapes Spencer!" Booth's teeth flashed.

Brennan had made it to the door behind the agent and had tears in her eyes.

The accusation caused Elliot to falter, "What? What tapes?"

"The one's from the basement," Brennan answered, she moved around him to collect Sophie back with the others.

Elliot cocked his head and took a small step forward, "Then you know the truth."

"How could you be so trivial about this!" Brennan accused.

"Trivial! It wasn't anything trivial! Hey I was the victim!" (Of course, he was referring to the tapes Hardison had showed where he was tied to the chair.) "Hardly a reason to shoot me."

"You killed Willy Carson!" Booth spat.

All jaws dropped, Elliot's included. He recovered first and stepped closer to the gun, the barrel was mere inches from his chest. "I didn't kill anyone." (Lie, but he surely didn't kill this anyone.)

"I have proof," with his free hand, the agent pulled the tape out of his coat, "Play that Sweets."

Sweets took the tape and put it in the VCR; it was already keyed up and started when Elliot's voice did. "You think you can get away with this?"

"Elliot?" Parker's eyes were filled with tears when she looked at him. "You're like Jayne from that show. You betrayed us! How could you?"

The hitter didn't falter long and it took only a moment to disarm Booth, ejecting the magazine and discard the bullet in the chamber before tossing the gun under the bed. "I told you Parker, I didn't kill any –"

Booth's shoulder rammed into Elliot's stomach, cutting off his speech.

While everyone else watched the squabble escalate (Elliot had Booth's head between his hands and rammed it into the stove) Hardison plugged his laptop into the VHS player and began analyzing the tape. It was all he could do. Sweets was trying to quiet parker, Sophie and Brennan were watching the fight.

"You conned us! Damnit, why did I ever trust you?" Bones had gotten back onto his feet.

"Because you're an idiot," Elliot was thrown off balance when Booth dove at him.

"It's McGill," Elliot wheezed, grasping Booth's thigh, "He's the one you should be after. I already told you that!"

Booth didn't pause, "I should have never believed you," he put more pressure on Elliot's larynx.

"You saw the –" Elliot had said "data" but the last word was drowned out by lack of oxygen.

From the wings, Parker couldn't wait any longer, with a great battle cry, she escaped Sweets and flew at Booth, tackling him off of Elliot before rolling away.

After catching his breath, Elliot spun on top of Booth, using his greater size to his advantage; he straddled the agent's stomach, pinning his arms down with his knees as he placed his hands on either side of Booth's head. "Four years ago. Do you have a date Willy Carson was killed?" When Booth didn't respond, Elliot rocked forward, putting more pressure on Booth's arms until he broke.

"March! Mid-March, damnit get off of me!"

Elliot chuckled, rocking back, "There now, that wasn't too hard." He punched Booth in the side of the head.

Brennan couldn't decide whether to call of Booth or protect him. "Let the boys fight it out on their own; they'll get tired in a moment and then they'll adjourn to their separate corners," Sophie put a hand on the woman's elbow. She didn't like where this fight was going but she knew that no one could stop it until the men were tired and then they could discuss this rationally. Or until they killed each other, whichever came first.

Booth now had Elliot pressed against the wall, punching him in the gut until he doubled over, blood streaming from his mouth.

"Uh, what's going on?" Nate had come to the door. "Why are they fighting."

Sweets quickly filled him in, "In my opinion we should let them work this out on their own."

Nate, on the other hand, wanted in on the negotiations, "Agent Booth, if you look at Elliot's file you'll see he was causing trouble in Australia at that time, I'm pretty sure the aborigines can confirm that . . . that is if they aren't still upset by the Russian Olympic skaters." This last part was muttered but every one heard it. "He couldn't have killed Carson, and I do believe that he told you such. Now, might I ask – Elliot get off of this nice man." Elliot had Booth pinned again.

"But Nate –"

"Get off, Elliot."

Elliot obeyed, sighing as he fell to his back, breathing hard and bleeding. "Hardison, pull up that picture where we IDed McGill."

"I can do you one better," Hardison's finger flew and he hooked the laptop to the TV, "I got video."

Brennan went to aid Booth and Parker went to Elliot. They all saw the man sitting on the chair.

"That, is me."

Hardison was still fiddling with the video, "Hey, I found a hidden audio file! I'll unzip it."

"I'll kill you!" It was Elliot's voice.

"I'll overlay the two audio files," Hardison did just that. They overlaid perfectly.

Booth was panting, "So . . . Australia, hu?"

Brennan said, "Wow Booth, you were way off on this one."

"Thank you Bones."

Elliot laughed (lightly because he had a few broken ribs) and flipped back his hair, "Yeah, Australia."

Sweets watched parker ease her body behind Elliot's supporting him while he rested back, it was much the same thing that Brennan did. Parker pulled Elliot's hair back and tugged a rubber band off her wrist to hold it back.

This he wrote in his note book along with a side note under Parker's name: "is capable of love."

He returned his attention to the two pairs:

Brennan had her hands low on Booth's arms, her thumbs making small circles on his biceps.

Parker's hands were on Elliot's shoulders.

Sweets crossed out his ending punctuation and added, "of a family."

"Where was I," Nate was pacing and rubbing his chin thoughtfully and Sweets put down his note book, "oh yes; Where did you get your information?"

"McGill gave us the tapes," Booth was being eased to his feet by Brennan. "Okay, let's say that I believe you; what do we do now?"

Author's Note: Another chapter down: what do you think? Please drop me a line! Oh, and who knows where the title came from?