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Chapter 5
The Jeffersonian Medico-Legal Lab, Thursday at 9:20 pm
"I don't know about you but I'm tried and hungry," Booth announced as they entered the lab.
"I am hungry but we need to look through Greg Butter's file," Brennan said.
"Steve had it dropped off here. Why don't I get us some Thai food and we'll look through it. Besides while I'm gone you can see what Angela worked up on the Angelator. I'm sure it has something useful," he smiled.
"Sounds reasonable," Brennan returned his smile. Without another word spoken the pair broke up and headed for their respective assignments.
"So Angela, what do you have?" She asked the forensic artist.
"Well the Angelator is almost done. I would have thought you and Booth would have gone home," her best friend replied.
"We need to review Greg Butter's file. The interview led to some interesting things and Booth hopes his file may clear the gas," Brennan told her.
"You mean 'clear the air', sweetie. Hodgins, Cam, and Simon went home about two hours ago. I suppose I could have gone too but I wanted to wait for the results," Angela explained. The look on her face belied the answer she gave.
"You wanted something else," the forensic anthropologist raised an eyebrow.
"All right, I wanted to catch you and Booth," her friend answered.
"About what?" Brennan asked.
"Not about something. More like doing something," Angela laughed.
"At the office?" The world-renowned author gave her a look.
"Yeah, why not? Besides the two of you are so cute," Angela smiled.
"I suppose what you propose is acceptable especially since you and Hodgins made good use of Egyptian storage and storage closets. Although I find it highly improbable you'd bring Roxie here," Brennan told her.
"The storage rooms didn't have cameras and no, I wouldn't bring Roxie here but that is because I don't work with Roxie," the forensic artist pointed out.
"True, still I…" Brennan trailed off as Angela's computer beeped.
"Seems as though the Angelator is done. Should I wait for tomorrow morning to show everyone or do you and Booth want a private viewing?" She teased.
"Wait until the morning. By then we'll have gone over the file and I'm sure Booth will have some theories," Brennan ignored the question.
"Sounds good. Oh before I leave, Simon examined the leg fractures and took a look at Sam Butter's file. It seems Sam broke his left tibia when he was ten. Since our killer didn't use that fact to his advantage, I'd say we're dealing with someone who only knew him after that," Angela informed her.
"Thank you very much. I'll see you tomorrow," Brennan smiled and headed out of the door of Angela's office.
"Just think about what I said!" Her friend called after her. Brennan shook her head and went back to her office. Soon Booth brought in their dinner.
"What's the smile for Bones?" He asked.
"Something Angela said is all," she smiled back.
"Putting ideas in your head is she?" Booth raised an eyebrow.
"Maybe," Brennan picked up the Thai food container and opened it. Some of the sauce got onto her finger and she put it in her mouth seductively. Booth swallowed hard.
"So Greg Butter's file; it proves to be an interesting read I hear," he shifted the focus to the case at hand.
"I bet," Brennan sighed as she grabbed some silverware and sat next to him. Booth moved his hand to her thigh and gave it a squeeze. She gave him a look.
"Well here is an 'Ah ha'," Booth swallowed hard again.
"An 'Ah ha'?" The forensic anthropologist asked.
"Greg Butter lived in Virginia for the first thirty of his life," he explained.
"Ah ha, I see. So that explains why he said 'Yankee'. Still doesn't explain why he said 'a man demanded satisfaction'. Back during the Civil War that meant a duel. One of the men involved would be done what he considered a dishonor," Brennan said.
"So someone grabbed a glove and smacked someone's face and then they took shots at each other?" Booth questioned.
"Yes something like that. It first started when swords were the weapon of choice and then it was guns. Guns require less skill than swords," she told him.
"I don't know Bones. Guns require a certain amount of skills," her partner said.
"Not everyone has the training you do and yet it is very easy to kill someone especially will lead bullets such as the Minié ball. Swords are more personal. You have to get close to kill your opponent. Look them right in the eyes as you pierce them with your blade," by this time Bones had gotten up close and personal in Booth's space.
"Easier to satisfy someone when you're up close and personal to them huh?" He asked.
"Yes, up close and personal," Brennan told him. Before he could say anything she pressed her lips to his. He responded but then pulled away.
"We shouldn't be doing this here," he said.
"That's what blinds are for," she smirked as she stood up and shut the blinds and the door.
Greenbush, Minnesota, Thursday at 9:00 pm
Charlie flopped down on his hotel room bed. He'd arrived too late to question anyone at the post office. This case was starting to get ugly and he hoped that he wouldn't let Booth or Dr. Brennan down.
Still something bothered him. This small town seemed like the perfect place to hide so why send a letter from here leading Dr. Brennan and Agent Booth here? Shaking his head, he popped off his shoes and turned on the TV.
As he flipped through the channels looking for something decent on, the phone rang. Charlie picked it up.
"Hello?" He asked.
"Hello sir. There is a letter downstairs at the reception desk for you," the receptionist said.
"At this hour?" Charlie questioned.
"The mail usually gets delivered around three and this was just sitting in the mailbox. No one probably paid attention since check in time was four pm," she told him.
"All right, I'll be right there," he said. Hanging up the phone, Charlie put his shoes back on and went to the reception desk.
"Here you are sir," the receptionist smiled. Her nametag read "Sally".
"Thank you," Charlie nodded and he carefully opened it.
"You'd better call the sheriff," the FBI agent said after reading the contents of the letter.
To Be Continued…