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The trip to Louisiana was done mostly in silence. Booth was busy driving and trying not to think about Jared too much. Booth also worried about Brennan. He hadn't been away from her since they had moved in together. He didn't like being away from her. Max watched the scenery go by and gave Booth the alone time that he obviously needed.

Booth was a good egg; but, he worried too much. Max thought Booth was going to work himself into an ulcer someday.

Arriving in New Iberia, Louisiana, Booth and Max stopped for some lunch at the Sonic Drive-in on Admiral Doyle Drive. The place was busy; but, they got their lunch pretty quickly.

Looking at Booth, Max said "You know, Booth, you haven't seen your father for a long time. Do you know what you're going to say to him?'

Eating his sandwich, Booth thought about it for a minute. "I'm just going to ask him if he knows what happened to Jared. How he reacts will let me know what questions to ask from there."

"Ok, that makes sense. What if he tells you that he doesn't know what happened, or worse yet, he tells you that he hasn't seen Jared?"

Shaking his head, Booth said, "I don't know yet, Max. I'll have to wait and see."

Puzzled, Max said, "You could have done this over the phone you know."

Sighing, Booth said, "I need to see his face when I talk to him. I'll be able to tell if he's lying or not if I see his face. "

Patting Booth's arm, Max said, "Ok, I get it. Just don't count on your old man to give you the answers you want. He may have something to do with Jared's disappearance. You know that and I know that."

Looking out of the driver's side window, at the cars driving by, Booth said, "If he lies to me, then I'll know it and I can judge what to do after that."

Smiling, Max said, "Well, at least you can see your old man one last time. You'll get to see him with adult eyes. Believe me, you'll appreciate the difference time has made. Plus, if he gives you any lip, you can bust him one. You're not some kid that he can just hit anymore. You'll see. I'm right."

After lunch, Booth and Max drove over to Joseph Booth's last known address. Joseph was living in a small house on Admiral Doyle, just outside the city limits. The front of Joseph's house faced the street and the back of the house faced a sugar cane field. A car was parked in the driveway so Booth assumed his father was home.

Getting out of the car, Booth asked Max to wait in the car. He wanted to confront his father alone. Max said he understood. Max watched Booth walk up to the front door and knock. No one came to the door so Booth walked around to the back of the house. Max didn't like Booth leaving his sight, so he got out of the car and leaned on the hood of the car. At least he could listen for trouble.

Booth walking around to the back of the house, saw something covered in a tarp, near the back door. Looking around and not seeing anyone, Booth walked over to the tarp and pulled on it. When the tarp slid off, Booth saw Jared's motorcycle. Angry, Booth walked over to the back door and started pounding on the door. "Get your ass out here, now." Pounding as hard as he could, Booth kept pounding until the back door opened. Joseph Booth seeing his son for the first time since Booth was about 10 years old, stepped out of the house.

Smiling, Joseph said, "Well well, if it isn't Shrimp."

Angry, Booth grabbed his father by the front of his shirt and dragged him over to the motorcycle. Nodding at the bike, Booth said, "What happened to Jared?"

Pulling Booths hands from his shirt front, Joseph stepped back, leaned down and picked up a kickstand lying on the ground next to the bike. Joseph had obviously been dismantling the bike. Slapping the piece in his left hand, Joseph said, "You need to calm down, boy. Jared sold me his bike and told me he was going back to D.C. The next thing I know, I see on the news that they found Jared dead in St. Martin Parish. You know he always was a hothead, maybe he got in a bar fight and someone did him in."

Shaking his head and looking at the kickstand in Josephs' hand, Booth said, "Bullshit. You had something to do with Jared getting killed. Admit it."

Intending to grab Joseph again, Booth tried to grab the kickstand out of Joseph's hand first. Joseph, seeing that his son wasn't afraid of him, swung the kickstand at Booth's head. Booth seeing the kickstand coming at him, pulled back as fast as he could.

Unfortunately, he wasn't fast enough and the metal hit his skull. Booth blacked out and fell to the ground.

Seeing his son, laying on the ground, Joseph then swung the kickstand down and hit Booth's left upper arm. Hearing the bones break, Joseph then swung the kickstand again and hit Booth in the lower part of the arm, again, hearing bones break. He started to swing it again to bash in Booth's head when Max came around the corner of the house and yelled at him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing asshole? " Max said, "Get away from him right now."

Seeing that Max was alone, Joseph smiled and asked, "Who's going to make me?"

Pulling a Beretta from the back of his pants waist band, Max pointed the gun at Joseph and said, "How about me?"

Seeing that Max meant business, Joseph dropped the kickstand, narrowly missing Booth's head and walked to the back door of his house. Opening the back door, Joseph said, "He attacked me. I was just protecting myself."

Frowning, Max said, "Like you were protecting yourself from Jared?"

Shaking his head, Joseph entered his house and closed the door.

Running to Booth, Max leaned down and realized that Booth was badly hurt. He wanted to go after Joseph Booth; but, he realized that he needed to get Booth some help, fast. Getting out his cell phone, he called 911 and told them to send an ambulance. While he was talking on the phone, Max, heard a car start up in the driveway and then leave.

Kneeling down next to Booth, Max grabbed a rag laying near the motorcycle and pressed it against Booth's head wound. Booth was bleeding badly, and Max needed to try to slow it down some. Booth's left arm looked horrible and Max thought he could see bone sticking out of the skin in a couple of places. He was afraid to touch Booth's arm.

"Don't you dare die on me Booth," Max pleaded. "Don't you dare leave my baby alone. You stay with me Booth, you hear me? Damn it, you can't go."

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