This a case chapter. Next chapter we'll get back to the fluff :)
Still don't own Bones.
Monday morning Brennan arrived at the Jeffersonian bright and early with Emily and David in tow. In a few days the kids would return to school, but for now they were stuck at work with her. Brennan and Booth had agreed to let the kids try to provide a sketch of John for Angela. Booth had gone to drop Parker off at school and then he would return to the Jeffersonian so they could run the sketch against a list of convicted felons in the area.
"So Parker, how did you like Emily and David?"
"They were awesome! Are they going to be my brother and sister now?"
"I hope so buddy. You know, they're going to be starting at your school soon; Em and David are going through a tough time right now, so it would be nice if you could help them out."
"They're going to my school? Really? That's soo cool!"
Booth was relieved, he was so glad the kids all seemed to get along so well. "Have a good day at school, Parks. Call before you go to bed." He gave his son a warm smile.
By the time Booth returned to the Jeffersonian Brennan was re-examining the remains and Angela had already loaded the sketch into the data base. After a quick hello to Cam, Booth went on a hunt for the kids. He found them upstairs with an irritated looking Clark.
"You know, babysitting was never in the job description," he grumbled.
Booth laughed as the kids ran into his arms, "Somehow I though Angela would be doing the babysitting," Booth said looking up at Clark.
"She wanted to get that sketch in the database ASAP."
Booth nodded.
"So are you two like together now?" Clark asked randomly, catching Both off guard.
Booth choked; he wasn't sure what to say; him and Brennan hadn't really discussed telling people about their relationship. He decided to play it dumb.
"Me and who?"
"Dr. Brennan, you two are raising kids together after all."
"Um, I should go see if that sketch got any hits in the system." He shook his head, he had thought Clark was usually a pretty private person. "Weird squints," he mumbled to himself.
Clark realized he was being left to babysit again. "Wha..Booth," he called after him.
When he entered Angela's office everyone was absorbed in whatever was on the computer screen; no one even turned around.
"Bones?"
"Booth! we got him." Brennan looked triumphant.
Booth rushed to the screen, "He was in the system?"
"No, this man is Alexander Stevens. However, he has at least three similar facial markers, protruding maxillary and zygomatic bones..."
"Square jaw," Angela added.
Booth was confused, "So is this man John Doe or..."
"No, this isn't your guy, but he's a close relative," Angela told him. "Most likely a brother."
Booth was already dialing. "Yes. I need a background check run on Alexander Stevens. I want to know about his family. Parents, Siblings, all that. Thanks."
A few minutes later they had it, Jonathan Stevens, his picture matched perfectly.
"Let's go have a chat with the bastard, shall we?" Booth asked Brennan.
She took a deep breath, "Let's go."
Booth led her out.
"You think..?" Cam asked.
"Absolutely," I totally saw them together in her office the other day." said Hodgins.
"I'll believe it when I see it," said Cam skeptically.
Angela laughed quietly to herself, she still hadn't told anyone about Booth and Brennan; it was hilarious to watch them speculate.
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"John Doe, nice to finally meet ya!" Booth said sarcastically.
"You must have the wrong person, my name is Jonathan Stevens," he said pompously.
"Oh I'm sorry, so you wouldn't mind volunteering your prints?" Booth asked.
"Actually I would, I want to speak to my lawyer now. And I won't be drinking anything out of that glass either. I know how you people work, I'll be out of here and home with my feet up within the hour. "
"You beat and tortured a helpless woman and abused her two innocent children, the only place you'll be going is a jail cell," Brennan said getting in his face.
He grabbed her arm, "Look lady..."
Brennan and Booth looked down at Jonathan's hand gripping Brennan's arm. Booth thought the man was in for it, but she surprised him and walked out calmly looking satisfied.
Booth looked at the suspect, "Wait here."
"What was that?" Booth asked Brennan after tightly closing the door to the interrogation room.
"The skin is an absorbent surface, I can spray my arm with ninhydrin, it's a purple dye that binds with the proteins..." Booth shot her a look, he did not need a science lesson at the moment.
"If I can lift a print from my arm we can match it to prints at the Bradley house."
A slow smile spread across Booth's face, "We got him."
"We got him," Brennan repeated smiling back.
Back at the Jeffersonian, Brennan was able to lift a print from her arm, and no surprise it matched several unknown prints from the crime scene. It wasn't enough for an arrest, but was certainly enough to have him appear in a lineup.
"He will not be a be to see you," she assured the kids."
"How?" asked David.
"It's a magic mirror, you can see through it, but people on the other side cannot see out of it."
"Magic?" Emily asked, her eyes lighting up as she looked to Brennan for confirmation.
"Absoluteley." Brennan smiled at her.
Angela's heart swelled with pride. A year ago Brennan would have launched into a lengthy explanation on the composition of one-way mirrors, using terminology Angela could barely decipher, let alone the children. Then Brennan would finish by scolding her for lying to children. She had come such a long way.
Just then Hodgins burst into Brennan's office holding something small and white between his tweezers. "I found this lodged in the victim's esophagus it's..."
"Jack!" Angela interrupted gesturing towards the children.
"Sorry," He winced just noting their presence.
"It's alright. Ange? Do you mind?" Brennan asked looking at the children and then pointedly at the door.
"Oh. Right. Of course." Angela said leading the children out of the office.
Brennan turned to Hodgins as soon as the kids were out of ear-shot. "It's a fragment of latex glove; it looks like the victim bit it off," he explained.
Brennan's eyes widened, "So if we find the glove..."
"Exactly."
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"Number four," said David.
"Are you sure?" asked Caroline gently."
"Number four," Emily agreed.
"I'll get you that warrant," Caroline told told Brennan and Booth.
"You guys did great," Booth said patting David's shoulder.
"I'll get you two back to the lab; Booth and I have one more thing to do."
"I'm sleepy." Emily whimpered.
"I know sweetheart; It will be over soon. I promise."
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"There's nothing here," Brennan said angrily throwing down a lone letter on the coffee table.
"This guy lived like a monk." Booth said frustratedly.
"Guys come check this out." A crime tech called to them a few minutes later.
The young man had found a loose panel in the closet, which he removed. Inside was a small case that appeared to be a tool kit.
Brennan sliped on her gloves and unlatched the case.
There were binds, that matched the ones the victim was most likely tied in, scissors, and then Brennan's mouth fell open at their luck.
"Booth! Look there's a piece missing," she told him holding up the latex gloves she found.
"So?" he asked.
"So, there was a piece of glove lodged in the victims esophagus."
Booth's eyes widened, "Can you prove it's from this glove."
"Sure, I'm also going to try to lift prints from inside the glove."
"Try?" he asked.
"Well lifting prints from latex gloves has proven to be quite challenging; often times perspiration and latex powder destroy the prints."
"But..?" Booth asked.
Brennan nodded, "I have an idea; let's go."
Back at the Jeffersonian Brennan called to Hodgins and Clark and explained her idea.
"It might just work," said Clark.
Brennan carefully picked up the glove and placed a piece of PVC tubing in each of the fingers of the glove and then she rolled every finger ten, 360 degree, revolutions over a length of black Gellifter.
Booth watched in amazment as a full set of excellent fingerprints were lifted from the glove.
Hodgins took the prints and put them in the system to compare them to the ones from the Bradley house and the thumb print from Brennan's arm arm.
"Let me guess," said Booth. "It's a match?"
"You got him." Hodgins grinned.