Hi everybody again,

Here is the 13th chapter of my story. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: as always, Bones is not mine…

DECISIONS

Angela was almost frantic. At least a good advance. "I've found him in our cameras. The test is still running, but I have enough sequences to assure you that he has something to do with the Biology Department, because almost every sequence is from that section. Bren…"

"Biology… let me make a call…" She said picking up Angela's phone.

"Hi Dr. Lin, I'm Dr. Brennan, from the Medico-Legal lab. I'm going to send you a photograph, could you please tell me if you recognize the man in it?" She waited a few minutes in silence. "Really? … Could you send me this information, please? … Thank you!" She hung up the phone. "We have him, Ange!" She said, opening the message Dr. Lin sent to her. "Michael Corball, 30, administrative assistant of the head of Biology Department. Dr. Lin has told me that he called her four days ago and told her he was sick. He hasn't come to the Jeffersonian in these four days." She explained. "That name… now I remember! He was in one of my classes at the university a few years ago, before I begin to work with the FBI. He was involved in some sort of trouble, but I don't remember what it was. He was expelled from the university."

"Did you have something to do with that expulsion?" Angela asked.

"No, I don't think so. But let me check the annual reports. These kinds of things are always reported in them." She searched through Angela's computer and a minute later she found what she wanted. "Here it is. Michael Corball was expelled from the university on 2002 because of a sexual assault reported against him. Claire Damon was the alleged victim. She told the police that Michael Corball raped her during a study session in her bedroom. I don't know her, so I suppose she wasn't in my class." She said. She raised her eyes from the screen and thought for a moment. "Now I begin to remember the details. I remember him coming to my office. I don't remember him telling me anything about that report. I just remember him telling me that I was his youngest professor and that he had come to talk to me because he thought I could understand him better than others. I told him I'd try to help him to not be expelled because he was getting very good grades. But the rector made the last decision and I could do nothing for him. I never saw him again after that. According to what's in his curriculum vitae, he never got the Anthropology degree, but he got a job as an administrative assistant in a private lab. Two years ago he began to work here, in Biology." She explained to Angela.

"I suppose he found you were working here when he started his job in Biology, and maybe he has been getting obsessed with you since then."

"But I don't understand why, Angela. I could do absolutely nothing for him then. Why was he going to get obsessed with me because of that?" Brennan replied.

"I don't know, sweetie… I'm just trying to understand all of this. He's obsessed with you, that's beyond any doubt. I don't want to jump to conclusions, but… maybe it's not a coincidence that precedent… sexual assault? He started early…" Angela said ironically.

"Maybe not. But as I read here, Claire Damon dropped the charges against him, so it never arrived to court." Brennan said. "I have to call Perotta to come back here. She should know all this right now!" She dialed, and thirty seconds later she hung up. "She'll be here in five minutes." She remained in silence a few seconds, thinking how to tell her about Perotta's plan. She knew Angela wouldn't like the plan either. "Perotta has proposed me something…"

"Oh… yes?" Angela raised her eyebrows suspiciously.

"She wants to lay a trap for him, and I'm going to do it."

"What exactly does her want to do? It doesn't sound good…" Angela said with worry.

"She thinks he could be watching me… so she wants me and Booth to argue outside as if I was mad at him for keep me locked here, and go home. He must think that I'm going to stay alone. And then just wait for him to appear with a lot of agents guarding."

"Definitely it's not good."

"She has explained that to me before we identified him, so maybe it's not going to be necessary. But if we don't catch him in 24 hours I'm going to do it, Ange."

"I'll love to see Booth's face when you explain that to him." Angela said, shaking her head.

"I know he's not going to like the plan at all, even less after…" She stopped talking suddenly. But Angela new exactly what she was going to say.

"After what?" Angela insisted. "After he told you that he loves you?" Angela said, grinning at her. Brennan just stayed in silence. "After he kissed you?" Ok. So Angela and Booth had been talking about her. For her relief Perotta entered in that very moment. "Don't think we're done with that conversation." Angela lastly said, turning her attention to Perotta.

"We know who he is." Brennan said, pointing to the screen where Michael Corball's curriculum was opened. She gave her a printed file with all the information about him too.

"Wow, that was quick!" Perotta said, surprised. Her phone biped with a message. "This is what I name coordination. You've just sent the information to the Headquarters and I already have the arrest warrant. I'm going to prepare a team to go to this address right now. Very good job!" She said leaving as quickly as she came in.

"Maybe it won't be necessary to carry the plan out."

"I hope so, believe me!" Angela said, sighing. Brennan headed to the door too. "Hey, where do you think are you going? We have to finish our interesting conversation."

"Not now Ange. I have to wake Booth up and tell him the news." She left without waiting for Angela to answer.

He was still sleeping when she entered her office. She stopped just a few seconds to look at him, and just ducked in front of him.

"Booth… wake up!" She said shaking him lightly.

"mmm…?" He murmured.

"Wake up! We have identified him, we know who he is!"

"Yeah?" He said, straightening up sleepily and sitting.

"Yeah…" Brennan stood up and went to her computer to show him the details. She told him everything about who was Michael Corball, what happened in 2002 and what was he doing now. Booth felt really disturbed when she told him that killer worked at the Jeffersonian. She also told him that Perotta was on her way to his address, but nothing about the trap, because she thought that maybe it wouldn't be necessary to go with it after all.

"Why don't we call Sid for some thai? We haven't eaten anything throughout the day." Booth suggested.

"Sounds good!" Brennan accepted.

--

Perotta had arrived to the address with two more agents. It was a house with a little garden surrounding it. There was no car in the garage. The windows were all closed, but they could see through the drapes that was an inhabited house. The three agents aimed their guns. One of them went surrounding the house through the garden, and Perotta and the other one positioned on guard at both sides of the main door before kick it to enter. Each one aimed to one side, covering all the fronts. It seemed that nobody was at home. The agent that went around the garden entered through the rear door, in the kitchen. They inspected the two floors of the house, but they found no-one. The house was in a meticulous order, everything was in its place, and there wasn't a speck of dust.

"I don't like this…" Perotta said to herself. She had a bad feeling about that place.

"Me neither…" Said one of the agents, while the other went back to inspect the kitchen. "Agent Perotta…" The first called, making a sign to be quiet and pointing to what seemed a dried flower arrangement. Between the daisies there was a thin black tube, pointing directly to them. She pulled it up, and discovered what it was.

"It's a wireless webcam… he's watching us. This is a trap!" In that moment the agent that was in the kitchen came back running as fast as he could.

"Run! Run! Get out!!" He shouted. The three agents ran through the main door, which was the faster way out of the house. They were running toward the car when the house exploded, the blast shoved them, making all of them fall to the ground violently.

It took at least thirty seconds to Perotta to be able to move again. She checked by instinct if every extremity of hers was fine. She stood up slowly and looked around. Hopefully, the two other agents were fine too. They were trying to stand up too, and looking directly at the house.

"Is everybody ok?" Perotta asked shouting.

"I'm fine!" One agent answered.

"Fine too!" The other one said too.

"What the Hell has happened here?" Perotta asked.

"It was a trap! There was a bomb in the oven! I saw a little screen through the glass with a countdown, it was still in 5 seconds when I saw it." The agent said. Perotta listened to him while headed to the car to report to the Headquarters what had happened. She didn't understand why the bomb had a countdown… wasn't it easier to make it explode without ceremonies?

--

Cam entered Brennan's office and found she and Booth eating their thai food and reviewing all the evidences of the case.

"The house has gone off." She said straight to the point. Booth and Brennan let go of the chopsticks at the same time. "Everybody is fine, but it was a trap. Agent Perotta is on her way here, so she'll explain every detail when she arrives."

"But… how did he know they were going to be there?" Booth asked.

"I have no idea… but he was expecting us, that's for sure. Sweets's coming too. He was at the Hoover and Perotta has asked him too to come here."

"Ok, we'll wait here till they arrive." He said.

"Brennan… I've finished with Caroline Stanton autopsy. I haven't found anything more in her. She hasn't been drugged this time. I've sent Angela the patterns of the wounds for her to create different scenarios, but she needs the patterns from the bones too. I've finished with her, so you can start with the bones."

"Perfect. Thanks Cam. Could you ask Clark to prepare the body for me, please?" Brennan asked.

"Yes, of course." Cam said. "I'm gonna start with Mr. Stanton right now. It's gonna be a quick one, I guess. I'll call you when I finish with him." And she left.

Brennan put her food on the table and stood up. "I'm going to help Clark to clean the bones." She announced.

"No, no, no… you're going to finish your meal. You haven't eaten anything in all day. You're going to get sick if you don't eat. I'm sure Clark can do a great job by himself. You'll be able to help him after you finish your noodles." He stood up too and placing his hands on her shoulders he guided him to her chair again. "Now, sit down and eat."

"Booth, don't…" She started, but he didn't let her go on.

"Eat!" He said, pushing her down lightly to make her sit on her chair again.

"Oh, ok!" She said, giving up. "You're like a mother…" They finished their noodles in silence and then she headed to the platform where Clark was preparing the bones to be examined. Booth stayed in her office, knowing that something was wrong with Bones. She was distant and avoided his gaze all the time, though she was trying to look ok. She was trying to not let anyone know that she was scared, and not only because of that killer.

Perotta entered Brennan's office and found Booth with the files of Michael Corball. He was surprised with her face. She had a deep wound on her right cheek, another one on her right eyebrow and her arms were covered with scratches.

"You look like Hell!"

"Thank you, Booth…"

"What has happened?"

"It was a trap. There was a bomb in the oven. We entered the house but there was nobody inside. Everything was meticulously clean and in order... but that's not the oddest. He was watching us through this." She handed to Booth a bag with it inside. She had managed to escape of the house with it. "It was hidden in a dried flowers arrangement in the living room. It's a wireless web-cam." She put the web-cam on Brennan's table.

"Maybe Angela could do something with this." He said.

"There's something I don't understand… he put a bomb in the oven for us, but he set it with a countdown… I don't know if the countdown was set before or after we arrived. Maybe he activated it when he saw us inspecting the house through the cam. I don't understand the countdown. It had been easier and more effective made the bomb explode directly. We were lucky to find it in time."

"Maybe he just had access to that type of device. I don't know. He seems to be playing with us. I guess he wanted to be identified. Why so did he appear in the hospital face-uncovered? I'm sure he had all planned. He let us know who he is and where he works, and set a trap in the first place we suspect he could be…"

"I'm going to talk with his partners and boss in the Biology Department. Do you want to come?" She offered.

"Yes, why not? I need to do something useful or I'll go crazy!" He said.

They went out of Brennan's office and were walking toward the Biology Department.

"I hate not to be able to be more useful…" He said.

"You're useful even in your actual state. You helped Dr. Brennan at the hospital, and keep her centered in the lab. That's a lot." Perotta answered.

"If I had been awake a little more time yesterday, that bastard wouldn't have had the chance to attack me in the first place." The anger in his voice was clear.

"You don't know that. Maybe you'd be dead right now." She said. "Anyway, we're going to catch him. Cullen's supervising all the preparations for the operation to be carried out tomorrow, in case we couldn't catch him till then." She explained. But Booth didn't know anything about that.

"What are you talking about? What operation?" He asked surprised.

"Hasn't Dr. Brennan told you anything about that?"

"No… She knows about an FBI operation?" Booth asked, even more surprised that she hadn't told him something as important as that.

"Of course she knows. She's the star of the show!" Perotta answered.

"Ok, stop. Do you mind explain to me what's going on?" He stopped suddenly in the corridor.

"I asked her to play a little show to catch him. We're going to set a trap for him. She's going to go home and wait for him to appear. Cullen is preparing everything thoroughly. We have made sure that there aren't bugs or other devices in her apartment, and we're going to install surveillance devices in there." Booth already knew how it worked. His face was contracted in a disgust expression. "There will be shooters posted at the front building, an incognito team at the street and more agents in the apartments next to hers, ready to enter at the first sign of danger." She was about to explain to him about the little performance they must play outside the Jeffersonian, but he didn't let her go on.

"No! no! no! no way she's going to be the bait! You've already seen what that son of a bitch is capable of! Do you honestly think I'm going to let her put herself in so much danger?" He yelled. A few workers looked at them discreetly.

"I already knew you weren't going to like this idea… I thought she had told you." Perotta tried to calm him, but his eyes were full of fear. "Nothing is gonna happen to her. Our best agents and our best shooters will be there for her. We'll have her apartment monitored all the time."

"No! No way! This fucking bastard has already almost killed you and your team! You're underestimating him thinking you'll be able to fool him with your show. What if it doesn't work? It's her life what you put in risk! If you want to go on with this plan is not going to be with her. Look for another puppet to play this show!" He was still yelling. But Perotta wasn't a newbie on this.

"Booth, I don't want to remember to you that you're not the one in charge here. If you have a problem with her decisions, because she was agree to do it, go and talk to her. Do you really want me to wait that fucking bastard to kill someone else? We're just doing everything in our hand to stop and catch him!" She shouted to him.

"I know that very well, but to get her tortured, raped and killed is not an option to consider!" He said. "Think of another way to do it, because this is NOT gonna happen!" He said and left her in the corridor. She didn't reply anything. She knew it would be useless even to try it. So she turned around and headed to Biology.

Booth was mad at Brennan. Why didn't she tell him anything about that crazy plan? Sure he was going to talk to her. He was going to make himself sure she listen carefully to him. "This woman is going to be the death of me!" He murmured to himself on his way back to the platform.

When he arrived there she was with Hodgins and Clark reviewing some results while the bones were cleaning.

"Bones!" He said, grabbing her elbow and trying to draw her to a more private corner. But she fought him.

"Booth! Don't push me! I'm working! What's wrong with you?" She shouted.

"Wrong with me? Nothing is wrong with me! It's wrong with YOU!" He shouted back.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Booth, but I don't have time for your shouts! I have a lot of work to do!" She yelled to him and tried to turn around, but Booth hadn't released her elbow and didn't let her go.

"Have you lost your mind? Whatever made you agree to put yourself in such a danger? Are you crazy?" He yelled.

"Definitely I'm very sane. I don't know what you're talking about." She said, trying to lie.

"Oh, no, don't try to play your little games on me. You're not good doing it. You know very well what I'm talking about!" He replied, looking directly at her.

"What do you want me to do? I can't be waiting for him to come for me or to kill someone else! I have to do something, Booth!" She said facing him.

"Bones… please, don't do that, it's too much dangerous. What if something goes wrong? Do you really want to end up in that bastard's hands? Come on! You can't be serious!" He replied. Hodgins and Clark were staring at the pair, Angela and Cam had come out too when they started to fight.

"I am serious. Do you have a better idea to catch him? If you know another way to do it, just tell it!" She said.

"Why don't you concentrate on the bones and other scientific analysis you can run here with far more security?" He said with desperation printed on his face. He was almost begging.

"Because maybe it's not enough!" She replied.

"Bones… you have nothing to demonstrate to anyone. You don't have to put your life in that danger. We'll find another way to catch him." He said in a softer voice.

"And what if there's no other way?" She said stubbornly.

"No way! You listen to me, no way I'm gonna give that fucking bastard the chance to t-torture, r-ra…" He couldn't even finish the sentence. He took a desperate breath, almost a sob, before go on. But she spoke before.

"I already know what the risks are, Booth, and I'll assume every one of them!" She shouted.

"Even if it costs you your own life?" He replied desperately. "I know you blame yourself for the death of this people, but it's NOT your fault. You're not a trained FBI agent, let the real ones do their job and you just concentrate in yours."

"Thank you for remembering that to me, as if I didn't know it very well! That's sounds really stuck-up of you! But I'm not made of glass, Booth. I can defend myself very well, I already told you that. And anyway, you had no right to decide over me, and a mere kiss doesn't change that. If I let every man that has kissed me do that I'd be a rag doll!" Angela rolled her eyes at that statement. She knew it would hurt Booth a lot.

In fact, he turned pale when he listened to her say that. That made him think that maybe the kiss they shared hadn't meant anything for her. Sure it was just a kiss, but he had opened her heart for her in that moment. That was why those words made him feel so upset. He had opened her heart but she kept hers in a box closed under lock and key.

"Sweetie… Booth's right. It's not necessary to assume that risks. The price you could pay would be too much."

"Not now, Angela! This is not your business!" She was getting angrier minute by minute.

"Don't tell me it's not my business! Of course is my business! You're my best friend and I care for you. I don't want to see you put your life in danger just because you want to expiate the guilt you feel. Maybe you're ready to assume the risks, but we don't want to assume the consequence if something goes wrong." Angela said that trying to not sound upset.

"Nothing is gonna happen to me, Ange. There will be a lot of agents just to keep me safe." She replied, softer this time. But Booth answered with a severe look in his eyes.

"You can't be absolutely sure about that. You're the one that hates jump to conclusions, but you're assuming everything is going to go smoothly. That sicko has shown he's a very clever one, not someone you must underestimate." He tried his best to hide the disappointment from his voice, but failed miserably. Angela noticed it, but Brennan was too upset to be aware of that.

"Honey… we don't want anything bad happening to you, that's all!" Angela said, trying to calm her down.

"I know that Ange, and I really appreciate it, but I don't want anyone else to die because of me. If I can do whatever in my hands to stop him, I must try!"

"They haven't died because of you. You haven't killed them, right? They've died because that bastard had killed them. You're not responsible, in any case, of his actions. Of course you must do whatever you can to catch him, but not at your safety's expenses. Your life is the most valuable thing you have, you already know that, but specifically yours is even more, because of what you do, because you're the best in your job and that helps the rest of us to live better." Angela said. She was trying to hit her soft spot.

"Angela… don't you understand that's exactly why I have to do this? If there's a little chance to catch that bastard, the world become a safer place with him out of it. That's what we do!" She said that last sentence pointing to Booth.

"Ok." He said.

"What?" Brennan and Angela said in unison, the first in surprise and the second in fear.

"Ok. It's useless to try to make you change your mind because you're too much stubborn to even consider it. If you want to do it, just do it. But I'm gonna stay with you all the time. There's no way in Hell you're going to do that alone, and I don't trust any agent of the FBI, nor the entire Bureau enough to put your life in their hands." She was about to reply, but he didn't let her. "I don't care if you don't like it. As you say, you take your own decisions, but I take mine too." He said angrily looking directly at her eyes.

"No! You're not in good condition to do it, and you know that! You need to be in a comfortable place, resting, Booth. You shouldn't even be here in the first place. If it wasn't for this situation you'd be resting peacefully at home, instead of being stressed here! This is not good for you! Even less when you're sure a dangerous situation is going to take place." She said full of concern.

"Now answer me something, Bones. Why should I take into consideration your warnings concerning my wellness when you're just ignoring ours concerning yours?" He said irate.

"Perotta won't allow you to participate." She just said.

"Sorry, try again!" He insisted ironically.

"What? Haven't you heard me? Perotta won't…" He interrupted her abruptly.

"I've heard you very well, but I don't want to know Perotta's reasons. I want to know YOUR reasons."

"I've already told you, Booth! You're not in good shape to face a situation like that! The last you need is to get involved in a stressful situation. Your brain could collapse."

"You haven't answered my question. I know the medical reasons why I shouldn't do it, but I've asked you why I should follow your indications when you want to ignore my advices." He insisted. He knew she was trying to find some escape.

"I don't know where this conversation will lead us..."

"I don't understand why you have so much fear to deal with your feelings but you don't mind to jump into the lion's den!"

"I don't know what that means, but I don't have time for this…" She said, turning on her heels to the platform again. She felt pressed by Booth, and she didn't know how to deal with that.

"Bones!" Booth called her. He was about to follow her but Angela stopped him.

"Booth… let me, please. I'm sure she doesn't mean what she's said, but she's under a lot of pressure right now, and she can tell you hurtful words just because she feels cornered."

"But…" He just said, but Angela didn't let him say more.

"Booth… you know I'm right. Let me, ok? I promise you I try my best to make her see reason."

"I mean what I've said. If she finally does it, I'm gonna stay with her. Make yourself sure she understands that, because it's not debatable." He said to Angela really serious.

Brennan had ended in Angela's office not knowing why. She just didn't think where to go when she left the platform, and the comfortable and nearest place was this. She sat on her friend's armchair and closed her eyes, trying to regain some self-control. Angela had followed her and sat on her couch, besides Brennan.

"Sweetie… are you ok?" Angela asked softly. Brennan didn't answer. "You could be very cutting when you want, you know."

"I'm not in the mood for more arguments about my decisions right now, and I have a lot of work to do." She said.

"I'm not talking about any decision of yours, though I don't like it. I'm talking about that stroppy comment that you spat at Booth."

"I don't know what comment are you talking about."

"Please, Bren! Of course you know! Don't treat me like an idiot!" Angela said ruder this time. Brennan was shocked. She didn't see her friend so angry in a lot of time. "You know that man would happily give his own life for you if it was necessary, you already know that, and you're treating him as if he was some kind of a show-off bastard. What's more, he has the guts to tell you how he feels about you because he had the faith that you could face the truth and fight your demons. But what you're doing is running scared like a spoiled brat. What surprises me the most is that even when you're roughly pushing him away he still feels like going with you to the end of the world if there's where you want to go." Angela calmed herself a bit, took a deep breath and continued. "I don't understand why is so difficult for you to deal with your feelings, but you have no problem to face a killer who shows no mercy at all with his victims. I don't understand why you are so impatient to be face to face with that bastard."

"I don't think you're and idiot, and I'm not trying to treat you like one. I know Booth just wants me to be safe, but as I've said before, maybe this is the best chance to catch him before he kills someone else. It's not like I don't want to do this without a good reason. And I'm not a spoiled brat!" She replied.

"Ok, I can understand those reasons. But what about running scared from your feelings for him?" Angela insisted.

"I don't want to talk about that." She just said.

"Oh, talking with you about your feelings is like banging your head against a brick wall." Angela said with resignation. "Ok." She took another deep breath. "Don't you honestly understand how you've made him feel by spitting out that about him kissing you? It has sounded as if you don't care for him at all! And you know what? I know you, and I know better. You care for him as much as he cares for you, but he faces it. Sure he could have done something about that long before, but he has done it at last. Don't you want to talk about your feelings? Do you prefer to keep them buried deep inside your shell? Ok, as you've said you take your own decisions. But, as you've said too, you're gonna have to face the consequence. You're risking more than what you think. You're risking your relationship with Booth because you don't like to deal with strong emotions."

"I can deal with strong emotions, I do it every day in the cases. I'm not made of stone, Ange."

"No, I'm not talking about the emotions you see in other people. Those emotions don't have anything to do with you because aren't yours. You simply hide when YOU feel too much, when the emotions are yours. And that's exactly what's happening right now between you both." Angela said. Brennan didn't say a thing, just kept staring at her friend. "Sweetie…" Angela started again in a softer tone this time "it's ok to be scared, it's normal. But you can't allow the fear to take the control of your life. You must take your decisions with head and heart, but don't allow the fear to take them for you, because you'll find yourself facing situations you don't want to face and could be hard. I wouldn't insist so much if I wasn't absolutely sure about it. Your mouth is telling one thing but your eyes and your face are telling something very different, are telling the truth."

"Angela, you know those days are not being very easy for me. I think you're right, it's too much to try to catch a killer who is obsessed with me and killing innocent people and deal with… how to say it… Booth's feelings…" She said. Angela looked at her with and odd expression. "Ok, and mine too." She finally admitted. "But right now it's more important the case than any other thing, including our emotions, feelings or whatever you wanna call them."

"Ok. You're right too. Maybe this wasn't the best moment, but you're gonna make me another promise."

"What do you want me to promise you this time?" She said resigned.

"That you're going to frighten away your fears and face your feelings for Booth."

"All I can promise you is this: when the case is over and not before, I'll make a decision about my relationship with Booth, and I'll try my best to do it rationally." She offered.

"Ok, but I promise you something too: I'm not going to let you take any decision about that if I detect the faintest trace of fear in you." Angela replied. She knew Brennan very well and she knew that promise wouldn't be enough and she could need some help with it. "Have we a deal?"

"Yes, we have a deal." She said, very very resigned.

"Ok, I let you concentrate on your work." Angela said heading to the door. But before leave she turned again. "I almost forgot! You know you're breaking the promise you made me about follow Booth's advices to keep you safe, right?" Angela said. Brennan didn't answer but kept staring at her waiting for the second part. "You already know what I think about that foolish plan, but Booth is right in two things. First this is not a good idea, and second, if you're finally going to do it, let him stay with you. He prefers to face Death with you than to stay safe in any other place without you. And even in his current state I'll feel better if I'm sure he's with you. So please me with this, ok?"

"You are one the second most persuasive person I know." Brennan said, accepting Angela's reasons.

"Well, yeah, Booth is simply unbeatable." Angela answered grinning.

To be continued...

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