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Booth shook his head as the secretary brought more files into the small conference room and sat them on the table, stack by stack. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and held it to his ear. No answer. "Aw, come on!" he complained, running a hand through his short hair.
"Who are you calling?" Brennan asked, opening the first of many files.
"Cullen," Booth spoke, holding a finger up towards Brennan. "It's Booth."
"Agent Booth, what can I do for you?" the man asked, nearly cheerfully.
Booth, pacing the room, switched his phone to the other ear. "I need you to send guys over to Saint Mary's hospital here in Jersey. Tell them to find Doctor Feel Good and take him into custody immediately."
"I thought you said he wasn't going to run if you got there?" Cullen asked with a slight chuckle. He never did like Booth's cockiness.
"He's not running. He's just cutting someone else open. The receptionist at his office…which is really more like a shack," Booth shuddered, "Was kind enough to bring us all the files that have complaints in them." Brennan looked up as she noticed Booth propping against the wall.
"How many are we talking, Agent Booth?"
Booth shook his head despite the deputy director not being able to see him. "She estimated over five-"
"You're complaining about five files, Agent Booth?" Cullen laughed.
"No, Director Cullen," Booth mocked his boss's tone, "She estimated over five-hundred files with complaints, sir." The other end of the line was silent. "So, if you could…please," Booth gritted his teeth together, "Please send a team of guys to go pick up Dr. Rodgers before he mutilates anybody else."
"On it. And I'll send some men over to sort through those files for you," Cullen replied, hanging up the phone.
Brennan looked up as Booth sat down across from her. "He's sending some agents to sort through the files so we can go interrogate Rodgers."
"This file," Brennan said as she pushed it across the table at Booth, "This woman complained of Doctor Rodgers inappropriately touching her while he was examining her before surgery. And this one," she pushed another, "The man requested another doctor to perform his surgery after Doctor Rodgers made a remark about the man's financial status."
"So…he's just a straight up asshole with a scalpel." Booth flipped through a few files, noticing that the complaints were all highlighted, making them easy to find.
"How did he have so many patients?" Brennan asked, her eyes pinched together. "Word had to have gotten around about him being such a dick. I wouldn't even come to this guy for a paper-cut."
Booth shook his head and sighed. "This type of neighborhood, Bones, there are only so many choices when something goes wrong. The next closest decent doctor is probably a hundred miles away at the least."
Within half an hour, four agents showed up at the doctor's office. Booth chuckled as they all walked in, realizing that they were all rookies. "Okay," he began, "What you're doing…look at the file and make two piles. One for complaints proving that the doctor was, in fact, being illegal with his practice. The other pile is for the complaints that aren't illegal, just unethical."
The four newbies nodded, nervous looks filling their faces. "It's really not that hard," Brennan commented on her way towards the door. "Even you all should be able to do it without problems." Her words earned four glares from the young agents as she followed Booth towards the front door. "So, where are we going now?"
After they climbed into the SUV, he started the engine. "They arrested Rodgers at the hospital and they're taking him to the FBI office in the next city over for us to question him."
"Let's go broil him, then," she replied with an innocent smirk, making Booth laugh under his breath.
Standing in the viewing room, Booth rested his weight against his hands on the window ledge. He studied the doctor's moves, not letting any go unaccounted for. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Brennan enter the room and shut the door behind her, immediately returning his gaze into the interview room. "You okay?" Brennan asked, stepping up beside him, her arms crossed in front of her chest.
Booth sighed and slowly nodded his head as he turned to look at her. He was furious with what the doctor had been doing, but as soon as he looked into her blue eyes, everything was suddenly fine again. A small smile spread across his face as he pulled her into his strong arms. "I'm just ready to get this case over with," he told her, placing a kiss on top of her head.
Unnoticeably getting on her tippy toes, Brennan pressed her lips into Booth's and smiled as she looked up into his eyes. "Let's go, then." She led him to the door, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before she opened the door.
Taking a deep breath, Booth pushed the interview door room open quickly, causing the stocky middle-aged man to jump. "Doctor Rodgers," Booth semi-greeted, tossing a file down onto the cold, steel table.
"And who the hell are you?" the man asked, obviously agitated as Brennan sat in one of the chairs across from him with her arms crossed.
"I'm Agent Seeley Booth, this is my partner, Doctor Temperance Brennan. And we've been tracking your busy, busy work schedule."
"And what the hell is wrong with my work schedule?" the doctor asked, shifting his weight in the hard chair.
Booth, leaning up against the wall by the door, let a smirk slip across his face. "It just seems as if…you have a bit of a problem with cutting too many parts."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" the man, obviously annoyed, rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
Brennan watched intently as Booth approached the table and scattered the pictures from the crime scene across the table. She noticed the doctor's eyes squinting together as he chewed on the inside of his lip. Above the crime scene pictures, Booth slammed down four other pictures – the pictures of the victims. "You know them, Doctor Rodgers?" Booth asked, sitting in the chair next to Brennan.
"Uh…uh, yeah, they're my patients. What the hell happened?" he tried to act surprised.
Booth straightened his tie as he leaned forward, intimidating the doctor even more so. "Let's see…" he started. "You treated each of these four people. Patrick Riley," he tapped one of the pictures. "Charlotte Riley," he tapped another picture. "Anthony Scott and Annie Miller," he finished, tapping the respective pictures. "Patrick and Charlotte were both treated for multiple fractures from sports. Patrick complained that your work on himself and his wife wasn't quite top of the line."
Booth sat back in his chair, watching as the doctor fidgeted with his hands. "Anthony Scott came to see you when he broke his leg playing basketball in high school. However, it didn't heal straight. So when he broke the same leg three months ago, you told him that you'd do the surgery for free as long as he didn't take anything to court. It was an offer a poor, young black boy's family couldn't refuse."
"And last, but definitely not least," Booth smirked as he noticed the look of nausea spreading across the doctor's face. "Miss Annie Miller. Miss Miller was eighty-seven years old with severe osteoporosis. Six years ago, her son brought her to you after she broke her hip. You put an artificial joint in place and half-ass sewed her up. And several times every year after that, she came back to you complaining and nagging about the pain of the new hip. But, like the great doctor you are, you gave her drugs to shut her the hell up," Booth slammed his hand on the table, causing Brennan and the doctor to jump, as he stood up.
"Now, Doctor Rodgers," Booth said sharply, "After you had had enough of all four of these patients' complaints, you took your shiny scalpel and diced them into pieces. You cut their arms, their legs, their torsos, and their heads. After you had them in parts, you carefully carried them out to your little piece of shit fishing boat, loaded them on board, and took off."
Hovering over Doctor Rodger's shoulder, Booth craned his neck down to put a little extra stress on the man. "Once you were out on the river, you drove until you came to a warehouse. It was one that you knew had been abandoned for years. So you tied your boat up, drug the bodies into the warehouse, and used the proper parts to create two seemingly entire bodies. And what's even more interesting, Doctor Rodgers, is that you took the time to try to make it look like an angry affair gone wrong. But, unfortunately for you, Bones here is the best at what she does."
He smiled over towards her from behind the doctor, placing his hands on the man's shoulders. "Do you know what she does, Doctor Rodgers? Do you have any idea?" The man nervously shook his head, sweat rolling down his forehead. "Why don't you tell him, Bones…"
"Well, Doctor Rodgers," she started, leaning forward in her chair. "I take the bones of a person and I look at them. And with those bones and the help of my team, I can tell exactly who they are, where they're from, and how they died. And you see, Doctor Rodgers, these four people…" her fingers danced along the edge of the pictures, "They were stabbed in their carotid arteries, cut into pieces with your scalpel, put into your boat, and placed in that warehouse by you."
The doctor's jaw dropped as he tried as hard as he could to make a word come out of his mouth…any word, but it just wasn't happening. "So, you see, Doctor Rodgers," Booth said as he approached the door, guiding Brennan out of it. "You're going to jail for the rest of your measly life. Have a good one," he threw up a hand as he left the room, shutting the door behind himself.
Brennan turned towards him and smiled. "That was fun," she admitted. "I really liked you making him squirm." She laughed lightly as Booth grinned and shook his head.
"Let's go," he told her, leading her towards the elevators.
"Where are we going now?"
Booth pushed the button to go downstairs. "Well, after I stop by and talk to the FBI chief here, we're going to finish what we started a couple nights ago," he told her with a wink. "So, go ahead and call Cam, let her know we got the bastard, and everybody can take their celebratory day off tomorrow."
Her lips curving upward, Brennan bit her bottom lip as she pulled her phone out of her pocket.
Brennan turned her head back and smiled at Booth as he dropped his bag by the hotel room door. He had checked them in to the nicest hotel in New Jersey, leaving Brennan speechless. She figured they would stay the night in an average hotel and head back home the next morning, but she figured wrong. "You ready?" he asked, holding they key towards the lock.
Silently with a grin, Brennan nodded as her stomach did flips. After sliding the card through the lock, Booth pushed the door open with a grin. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, Brennan stepped into the seemingly massive hotel room. She gasped as she dropped her bag by the door. "Booth…"
"Hmm?" he asked as he swiftly spun her towards him and held her face between his hands. Peppering her face with soft kisses, he smiled as he saw Brennan's eyes fluttering open and shut. He placed one last kiss on her lips, pulling away slowly.
"Where are we going tonight?" she asked as he guided her over to a couch.
Spinning her around, Booth pulled her jacket off of her shoulders. "Nowhere," he breathed heavily against her neck as his lips traced her skin. "We are going to enjoy ourselves right here," he told her, spinning her back around.
Brennan bit her bottom lip as Booth gently pulled her down onto the couch while reaching over to get two champagne glasses. "For you," he told her, handing her one of the glasses. She smiled, taking it graciously. He popped the cork out of the chilled champagne bottle, tilting it evenly over both glasses.
"Thanks," she replied, nearly bashfully. He smiled, leaning over and pressing his lips into hers.
"You're welcome, baby."
"Why'd you do all of this?" Brennan asked, circling the top of her glass with her finger.
Smiling, Booth pulled her into him. "I wanted it to be just us, ya know?" He sat his glass down on the table beside the couch. "After being apart for a year, and even though it's only been a few days of us actually being back together, I just felt like we needed time to ourselves. Time for me to kiss you how I want," he pressed his lips into hers. "Time for me to tell you how beautiful you are and how much I love you." Brushing hair behind her ear, he smiled. "Time for us to just be…us."
"I love you," her blue eyes fixated on his brown ones as she grinned and sat her glass on the table next to Booth's.
"I love you, too, Temperance." Without another word, Brennan leaned over and attached her lips to his. Her body pressed into his as his hands found her back, outlining her shoulder blades through the thin button-up shirt she had on.
Brennan kissed her way, gently sucking and nibbling, from his lips down to his jawline, running her tongue against it. Booth shifted his weight underneath her, gripping at her hips as his jaw dropped open. A soft groan escaped his lips, his breath brushing against her forehead.
Her tongue swirling in circles against his neck, Brennan looked up at Booth with a grin. "I'll be right back," she whispered, kissing his temple and standing up.
"Where do you think you're going?" he got up, following her.
Turning around as she walked, Brennan grinned as she put her hands on his chest, pushing him onto the bed. "I'll be right back," she whispered again with a seductive glare as she bit her bottom lip. After grabbing her bag, she retreated into the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind herself.
"Holy shit," Booth mumbled. He pulled his jacket off, throwing it across the room. His tie soon followed as he unbuttoned his shirt collar and kicked off his shoes.
After waiting for a couple of minutes, Booth's heart began to race as he heard the bathroom door open. "Shut your eyes," she requested, still out of sight.
"Okay," he complied with a grin on his face.
Peeping around the corner, Brennan saw his eyes were still open. "Booth! Shut your eyes!" she nearly demanded.
Chuckling, Booth honestly complied, leaning back against the headboard of the bed. Within a few silent moments, he felt her climb into the bed. He was dying to open his eyes, but he wanted to follow her directions. "Keep them closed," she whispered, pressing her lips to his temple.
Feeling her straddle herself over him, Booth's hands roamed until they found her hips. He felt a thin material under his fingers as she bent over and nipped at his jawline. "Open them," she whispered, breathing against his skin.
As his eyes fluttered open, Booth ran his eyes up and down her long body as he traced her hips with his fingers, dancing them across her lace-covered skin. Lifting a hand up, he pulled her chin up to his eyelevel. She raised her eyebrows, smiling softly. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his eyes piercing hers.
Smiling slightly bigger, Brennan blushed a little. Her hair framed her face as she slowly leaned down and pressed her lips into his, sending chills up both of their backs. Booth's fingers caressed her skin through the black lacy material that was barely covering her body, gripping handfuls of it as his heart beat faster and faster.
Brennan reached down, still kissing Booth, and unbuttoned each of the buttons on his shirt. He leaned up long enough for her to push it over his shoulders and behind him, never breaking their lips apart. She ran her hand across his cheek as her blue eyes found his in the dim light. Pausing kissing for only a moment, she took a deep breath. "Make love to me, Seeley," her voice was so soft that he barely heard what she said.
He ran a thumb over her soft cheek as he smiled genuinely and nodded slowly, never breaking eye contact as he gently rolled her over on the bed. He hovered over her and smiled again. "I love you," he promised her, "More than words can ever explain, Temperance." Sending metaphorical butterflies into her heart and stomach, Booth slowly found her soft skin with his lips, setting her skin on fire with his touch.