TITLE: Bones – The Heart Knows What The Heart Wants.
AUTHOR: D M Harper
SUMMARY: How does Doctor Temperance Brennan cope with Agent Booth's absence?
RATING: M Contains sexual content between two female characters. (Be Warned)
DISCLAIMER: This story is written for entertainment only and no profit is obtained. No copyright infringement is indented to 20th Century Fox Television or creators Hart Hanson and Kathy Reichs. All original characters remain my property.
Chapter 12
Alex and Brock walked into the interrogation room and sat opposite the bright orange coverall attired Walter Kennard. The bulky forty-three year old man with a receding black hair line was sitting with a ram rod back and displaying a disturbingly sadistic grin.
Alex flopped a folder onto the table and looked directly at Kennard, "I am FBI Supervisory Special Agent Tanner and this is my colleague Special Agent Davis. What can you tell us about the murder of Councilwoman Reese Wilcox?"
Kennard licked his lips, "It's like I told the other two detectives, I killed her."
"What was the date on the day you killed her?"
Looking to his left, Kennard thought for a moment before answering, "Monday night June 29th."
"Records show you were arrested by Portland Police Officers at 0815 hours yesterday morning."
"That's about right."
"Your arrest was in conjunction to the murder of Felicity Pierce and you subsequently confessed to committing that crime. The Portland Medical Examiner reports her time of death as 0130 hours."
"Yeah, that's right. You got any gum?"
"Remandee Kennard, you are not permitted chewing gum."
Kennard shrugged his shoulders, "How about a smoke then?"
"It's a government building and not allowed."
The corners of Kennard's mouth turned into a sneer, "I guess me banging you is out of the question too?"
Alex didn't react and ignored the comment, "Do you have a lot of money Kennard?"
"Nah, I don't."
"Is it correct that you work as a labourer for a building company?"
"Yup."
"Does your wife or family have a lot of money?"
"Hell no."
"Than how do you explain the fifty thousand dollars deposited into your bank account on June 30th?"
Kennard's smirk disappeared, "I ... know nothing about that."
"Do you own a private jet or helicopter?"
"Fuck no."
"Do you possess any super abilities like flying or teleportation?"
With a belly laugh, Kennard replied, "You're kidding me right?"
"No Kennard, I believe you are the one kidding us. How do you explain your ability to murder Reese Wilcox around 2110 hours on June 29th in Washington D.C. then be back here in Portland a little over two hours later to kill Felicity Pierce?"
A look of confusion crossed over Kennard's face, "I ... think you got your times wrong."
"Our Forensics and Medical Examiners don't get it wrong." Alex opened the folder and turned several pages, "It says here you confessed to killing Pierce after she asked for money. Isn't it true you had paid for Pierce's services because she worked as a prostitute and you were a regular client?"
"Yeah, that's right."
"Isn't it also correct that you told Pierce you were coming into a large amount of money?"
Kennard's head dropped slightly, "How did you know that?"
"Your alcohol consumption loosened your tongue and you bragged about your windfall to the patrons of the bar you were in with Felicity Pierce."
"Ah shit!" mumbled the prisoner.
"Indeed Kennard, now I'll tell you what really happened. Feel free to agree with me at any stage."
Kennard slumped in his chair.
"Your cell phone records show you received a call from a long forgotten acquaintance in Washington on June 22nd. This old friend suggested you meet him for a drink when he visited Portland on June 24th. How am I doing so far?"
With a heavy sigh, Kennard nodded.
"You met your friend last week for that drink and he offered you a job that would see you paid fifty large on completion. Your buddy gave you a key to the back door of a house in Washington, D.C. along with an address and plane ticket."
"Yeah, that's right."
"Unfortunately for you, on June 29th when you were due to fly out, Portland Airport was closed due to a strike by Air Traffic Controllers. You called your friend and told him the bad news. He suggested he would complete the job himself, but still pay you the money in exchange of an alibi if required. Then when you were arrested for Peirce's murder, your one call was to your friend in Washington. He told you to forget about the alibi and just confess to killing Reese Wilcox instead."
"Jesus, how the fuck did you figure it out?" inquired a flabbergasted Kennard.
"We subpoenaed your friend's phone records and made the connection to you which caused us to dig a little deeper. You and Conrad Wilcox went to high school together and managed to rack up quite the juvenile record between you."
"Hey, them records are sealed," protested Kennard.
"Not with the right paperwork, they aren't. Do you deny that is what occurred?"
"No, you got it all righty. Conrad gloated about killing his wife for her money and not being a suspect. He said he had a backup plan and had a work colleague alibi him."
"That was a mistake on Wilcox's behalf, he was always a suspect and his backup is now in custody too."
Kennard scoffed, "I should have known better, Conrad's ideas always got us into trouble."
"Assistant State Attorney Ross will be joining us shortly to offer you a deal in return for your testimony against Wilcox. I suggest you listen to him very closely."
"I guess it's every man for himself now?" lamented Kennard.
"Did Wilcox give you any reason as to why he wanted his wife killed?"
"He said he just wanted her money and was tired of her controlling the purse strings."
Alex packed up the folder and stood, "We're done here."
Brock rose from his chair and slid a notepad and pen across the table, "Be creative."
Alex spoke into her cell, "Hey Brennan, call me when you can. I miss you." She closed her phone and got off the bed. After showering and dressing in jeans and a white polo, Alex called Brock and asked him to dinner at the diner next door.
Halfway through her meal, she received a text from Temperance informing her it was going to be a late night. Alex replied with the suggestion she call no matter the time. Returning to her steak, she discussed the case against Conrad Wilcox with her partner.
"Assistant State Attorney Potts is happy on our end with the evidence," noted Brock.
"Wilcox will be indicted by the time we touch down tomorrow."
"I'll be glad to get home."
"So will I, I've missed my daughter."
"It must be hard leaving her."
"It is, but I know she is in good hands."
"I'm happy I don't have that worry."
"You learn to adapt and it makes for good home comings."
Smiling at his offsider's analogy, Brock remarked, "Rumour at the office says Newman is going on leave and you will be acting in his position."
"Not to my knowledge, I've not been approached."
"Well you are the Senior Agent, so it's only logical you'll step up."
Alex scoffed lightly, "It would be good to send others out of State and for me to stay at home, but I haven't relieved in his position before."
"Time will tell and just remember I'm your partner."
"How could I forget? You're like ring worm, itchy and annoying."
Brock roared with laughter, "Just for that, you get the check."
"See, like I said, annoying."
Rolling over in bed, Alex searched for her cell on the bedside table. "Hello," she finally answered groggily.
"You told me to call."
"Yeah I did, sorry Tempe. I was in a deep sleep."
"I'm sorry it's so late."
"Don't apologise sweetheart."
"So you have missed me?"
"Yes I have."
"Does that mean I am getting to you?"
"Yes it does."
"So what happens next?"
"I invite you over to my house for dinner tomorrow and I hope there is more that just a good night kiss."
"That sounds serious Agent Tanner."
"It is Doctor Brennan and thank you for your patience."
"You are worth it and I have enjoyed getting to know you in the interim."
"I like you a lot Tempe and I'm very happy with where our relationship is going."
"I am too, what time are you arriving home tomorrow?"
"Honey, it's today at fifteen hundred."
"Oh yes, what time is dinner?"
"Any time after seventeen hundred, I'll have some paperwork to deal with then I'll be home."
"All right, I'll see you then. Go back to sleep."
"Goodnight Tempe."
"Goodnight sweetie."
Alex fell asleep with a grin firmly planted on her lips.