I hope you've enjoyed this story. Now, we deal with Pelant. This is the final chapter. I hope you enjoy it.

I don't own Bones.

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He felt so sleepy, so tired. He didn't remember ever feeling this tired before. Opening his eyes, he looked around and nothing seemed to come into focus. Not caring where he was, he fell asleep again.

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Someone was shaking his shoulders. It was very irritating. Opening his eyes, he wondered why he was in a car. He didn't recognize the car; so, he knew it wasn't his rental car. Shaking his head, he put his hands up to his head and leaned towards the steering wheel.

Whoever had been shaking his shoulders said, "Finally. It's about time you woke up. I've been awake for an damn hour."

Puzzled, he turned around and looked at who was talking to him. Eyes widening, he asked, "What the Hell are you doing here? We can't be seen together. Are you insane?"

Shaking his head, his companion said, "Wake up, asshole. You need to wake up. I'm not here because I want to be. I'm here because someone must had drugged me and put me here."

Feeling a little nauseous, he turned and tried to open the driver's side door. Thinking it was locked, he hit the unlock switch and tried again. Pushing with all of his might, he couldn't get the door to open. Panting, he moved over to the passengers side and tried again on that side of the car.

Looking at the windows, he noticed that all he could see was darkness. The cobwebs slowly leaving his brain, he noticed that there was a lantern jammed on the dashboard and there appeared to be a light source in the back of the car too.

Turning back to the window, he tried to unroll the window; but, when he did that he saw dirt and rocks start to tumble from the opening crack. Realizing that something was wrong, he quickly reversed the button and made the window rise. Too many rocks got in the way for it to completely close; but, at least the rocks and dirt quit moving into the car.

Turning around, he looked at his companion who was sitting in the back seat with his arms hugging his chest. His companion looked pale. Paler than was natural for his skin color.

Frustrated, he said, "What the Hell is going on?"

His companion, held up an old fashioned tape recorder and said, "Play this. It was lying on the seat next to me when I woke up."

Taking the recorder and moving it to the front seat, he placed it firmly on the seat and hit Play.

Soon a voice appeared on the tape:

"Hello, assholes. First off, you brought this on yourselves. Secondly, I am not a man of mercy so listen to this tape or don't, I don't give a shit. If you listen then you'll understand what's going on. Don't listen and I won't care.

You made a huge mistake going after my family. No one goes after my family and lives to tell the tale. It was bad enough that you tried to frame my daughter for murder; but, the idea that my daughter would be in jail at your mercy was terrifying. She told me you're a genius and you can do anything with computers and electronics. She was afraid that once she was in jail you'd find a way to kill her. I could have protected her in jail up to a point; but, I couldn't risk your being able to get around my protection. You made her have to leave the only person in this world that she truly loves. That was a terrible thing you did to her and a terrible thing you did to her boyfriend.

Then it got worse, you tried to blow him up with a bomb vest. Did you really think you'd never have to answer for that? You tried to kill Booth. Do you know what killing Booth would have done to Tempe? Yeah, I know you don't care. Unfortunately for you, I do. I would do anything for my little girl and that means fixing the unfixable. Again, unfortunately for you, I fix things permanently.

I had to wait until they found the evidence they needed to prove that my baby wasn't a murderer and you were. That's the only reason you lived as long as you did. Tempe is off the hook for Ethan Sawyer's death and now you're the one they're after.

My daughter says you're a genius. I don't know how smart you are; but, hey, I'm willing to give you a chance. I'm giving you the same chance that the Gravedigger gave my baby and Dr. Hodgins.

I've left you a camera, a cell phone with no batteries, some bottled water, a first aid kit, one of Tempe's books and some gum. My baby saved herself and Dr. Hodgins because she's a genius. Let's see what kind of a genius you are.

Oh, there might be one little fly in the ointment, well, maybe more than one; but, this is the big one. My baby had Booth, Cam and her interns looking for her and Dr. Hodgins. No one is looking for you except through the traditional police channels. You don't have a very smart cop and geniuses looking for you to save you from certain death.

Now to tell you what I did. I have a piece of property. I bought it under an assumed name years ago. It doesn't matter where, let's just say it's out in the sticks. I rented some earth moving equipment and bought this car from a scrap yard. I paid cash for it and told them I bought it for parts. All under the counter so there isn't a record of the purchase.

I dug the hole and then came after the both of you. You idiots were so easy. You thought you were so smart; but, I was smarter. Shocking I'm sure. I drove you to my rather remote piece of property, put you into the car, moved the car into the hole and covered it. I did a damn fine job too. I actually had a cement foundation poured a few days ago. I'm building a cabin, a sort of summer home. The foundation for my new cabin is towards the front of the property and you're in the back. I plan to make your grave the center piece of my backyard. I'll be able to go out every morning onto the back porch and look at where you are, satisfied that there is one less evil son a bitch out there. Well, two less evil sons of bitches.

Sorry Flynn, I don't want to forget you. You sold out my baby for thirty pieces of silver and like Judas, you have to pay for that. You betrayed the FBI, you betrayed your fellow agents, you betrayed Booth and the most unforgivable thing, you betrayed my daughter.

Well, that's all I have to say. The clock is running of course. You have about 12 hours and then your air will be gone. Of course the clock started when I buried you.

There are certain people you can't screw with in this world, Pelant. I thought a genius would know that. Not as smart as you thought you were, huh? Well, you know it now and that's what's important.

It's a shame Flynn. You knew about Director Kirby, you knew what I did to him. Why the Hell did you think I wouldn't find out about you and come after you? I seriously considered gutting you and letting Pelant wake up next to you like that idiot producer did in that movie a few years ago. I loved that movie. The producer wakes up in his bed and he moves the covers from himself and he's covered in blood. He sees he isn't hurt and when he looks further he finds his horses' head in bed with him. Hmm. Maybe I should have done that; but, with your head instead, Flynn. Damn, that would have been funny. I wish I'd thought of that earlier. Well, no use crying over spilled milk now.

I'll meet you in Hell."

Stunned, Pelant looked at Flynn and said, "Who the Hell was that? Was that Temperance's father?"

Nodding his head, Flynn said, "Yep. I told you to kill him before we started this whole thing; but, no, you're a genius and you had this master plan."

Taking his gun out of his shoulder holster and pointing it at Pelant, Flynn said, "You get to go to Hell first."

Firing one shot, Flynn shot Pelant between the eyes. Putting his gun down beside him, Flynn folded his arms across his chest and said, "I hate squints."

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I want to thank you for reading my story. I hope it was entertaining.