Chapter 20

Federal Prison Lawyer's Meeting Room, Friday at 9:00 am

"What did you want to talk to me about Jay?" Brennan sat across from the murderer who was chained at his ankles and wrists. His wrists were secured to the table by the metal loop where his cuffs were kept. Despite not being scared very easily the forensic anthropologist found herself being very uncomfortable.

"You know what I want to talk to you about. I killed a lot of people but then you already knew that didn't you?" Moore smirked.

"Yes and we have enough evidence to prove it," Brennan told him.

"So why do I need to confess?" Jay wondered.

"I would assume that it is so your lawyer can try to get the death penalty off the table," she said.

"I'm not afraid of death. We all have to die sometime, it all depends whether we go out with a bang or crying in the corner. You know most of them cried the entire time. They begged me to let them go; begged to see their mommies. They cried when they realized that neither of those things would happen," Moore tried to evoke an emotional response from the forensic anthropologist. She swallowed the bile that rose in her throat and asked,

"So what way do you want to go?"

"I'd prefer a bang but I guess lethal injection will do. You know the smell was bad at first but after awhile it smelled more like roast pork. I guess I'll never look at pork the same way," Jay said. It was times like this that Booth wished he was a vegetarian. The next time they went somewhere for ribs he'd seriously consider ordering the salad.

"I can't believe she's doing this," he muttered.

"Hey she wanted to do this. You tried to convince her otherwise Cherie," Caroline told him.

"I know. She kept begging me to let her shoot Howard Epps so when she convinced me this was a good idea…" Booth shook his head and placed his right hand on his forehead.

"You're talking about a woman that surrounds herself in death. She wants to know everything there is to know about death. Bones only tell you so much. She wants to get inside their heads; why they do what they do. Trust me Cherie, that is a place she doesn't want to go but she's going to have to figure that out for herself," Caroline patted him on the back. A knock on the one-way glass let the attorney know that Brennan was finished.

The car ride back to the Jeffersonian was silent. Neither one knew what to say. Jay Moore was a sick bastard and no words would change that. They both walked into the lab, expecting to be alone. With both cases over, Cam had given the team the day off. A well deserved three day weekend was in order. Instead what they found was Charlie in a wheelchair with Cam standing behind him.

"Charlie, you're back," Booth smiled; glad to see the young agent was doing better.

"I get to return to desk duty in three months. I need to attend physical therapy but there is something I think you should hear from me first," Charlie smiled back.

"What's up?" The elder agent asked.

"Once I'm cleared for active duty, I'll be a full fledged field agent," the young man couldn't stop smiling. Booth's face lit up.

"That's great!"

"We're throwing a party," Cam smiled.

"Full with balloons and beer," Hodgins smirked as he brought both items over.

"I really like the beer part," Simon chuckled.

"And I'm the designated driver," Angela shook her head.

"Well let's get the party started then," Booth grabbed a beer from the entomologist as the group headed for the loft. They had a party and forgot about what had occurred in the morning. There would be time to think on the ugliness of world later. Now was the time to enjoy a celebration with friends. Darkness could be around any corner but enjoying the time they had together was exactly what they needed.

THE END

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