A/N: My apologies to ones who read the chapter before I took it down. The wrong draft was accidentally posted. Here is the correct chapter. Not much difference, but the ending is clearer.

Down to the last few chapters! I appreciate my 72 followers keeping the faith with this story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones but would very much enjoy being smack dab in the middle of a DB and TJT sandwich.

When Booth and Sweets got back to the Hoover, they were met by Agent Perotta. "He's in the conference room. I should warn you that he will be very upset when you see him."

"Why is that, Perotta?" Sweets asked.

"Because he touched my butt when he went into the conference room so I grabbed his wrist and bent it back…..it may be sprained or broken."

Sweets laughed until he felt a sharp pain in his arm. "Ow!"

"Enough Sweets." Booth said half-heartedly. He wanted to laugh, too but as Head of Major Crimes ne needed to maintain some sort of professionalism. "Don't worry Agent Perotta. I doubt a man of his stature will press charges." Booth looked at his junior agent with a mixture of sympathy and pride as he knew the touch was more than just a come on to Perotta.

"Thank you." Suddenly she started to laugh. "I'm sorry, but I can't seem to help it."

'Seeing her with a genuine smile…..long time coming.' Booth thought to himself. "We're going to talk to him now, but before I go, have you made any progress?"

"I had Ms. Montenegro flag Zane Reynolds' credit record and it seems there were two new credit cards opened in the last few days in his name. Ms. Montenegro is also checking for credit records under his previous aliases."

Booth nodded and turned to his friend. "I have to say that your idea of keeping Zane's death off the record was a good idea, Sweets."

Sweets smiled. Anytime he got a compliment from Booth made him feel especially good. "Thanks, Agent Booth. I'm glad you thought my-"

"Don't push it, Sweets." Booth replied before turning to Perotta. "Okay, keep on that. Pelant had a reason for opening those cards and he's the only who would have any possibility of access to Reynolds' social security number."

Sweets' phone beeped. "I have to take this call, Booth. I'll meet you in the conference room in a few minutes."

When Sweets walked away, Booth turned to Perotta. "How have you been doing?"

Her insides dropped as she suddenly wanted to get back to work. "I-I'm fine. Just grateful to have a job after the stunt I pulled at your house. I can't thank you again."

Booth decided to take a chance. "Is there anything else going on that you want to talk about?"

"No-no, sir. Just fine here. Oh, before I forget, Aldo Clements was here earlier looking for you." The embarrassment and shame she felt for her over-the-top reaction to him washed over her. "I have to get back to work. I will let you know if there are any updates with the case."

Booth saw her sit at her desk with her head in her hands and felt bad for pushing. Remembering what he needed to do, he made a note to watch what he said to Perotta in the immediate future and headed for the conference room. Entering, he was greeted with the angry face of a military man holding his wrist. "Colonel, long time no see. What's up?"

"Booth, I want charges brought against that female agent. She assaulted me!"

"Yeah, after you were less than a gentlemen to her. You may be hot shit down at Fort Benning but here you are a person in for questioning. So one more word about your injured wrist and I will slap a charge of assault of a federal agent on your ass. Not sure your career would look too good after that. And it's Agent Booth to you, Colonel Pelant."

Sweets came into the room a moment later and gave a file to Booth. He sat down and let the agent take the lead. "Sorry I'm late."

"No problem Sweets. The colonel and I were getting reacquainted." Booth sat down with a smile on his face. "Colonel this is Dr. Lance Sweets. He an FBI profiler. Now, tell us how you know Christopher Pelant."

Angela and Agent Shaw were at the Jeffersonian. Each were drinking their coffees while watching the Angelatron. "Remind me to thank Booth for the coffee. I really needed this." Angela said

"I will pass it along if you like"

Angela turned to the younger woman. "Oh it's all good Agent Shaw."

Both ladies continued to look at the screen which showed different credit reports. "I'm wrapping my head around the fact that Pelant opened two credit cards in Zane Reynolds' name. I thought he had all of Hodgins money." Shaw said before she saw Angela's momentary wince. "Sorry."

"It's okay, Shaw. Either he can't get to that money, he's trying to set up a dead man for his endgame, or his ego is telling him he is invincible. My thought is all three."

Shaw turned away towards the window. "I think so, too. I want to nail him for what he did to Agent Booth and for what he did to Olivia."

Angela noted the agent's smile or change in demeanor. Looking out the window., she saw the reason for Shaw's change. Below, Wendell was coming in with Danny and heading towards Dr. Brennan's office. Inspired, she grabbed Shaw before the younger woman could stop her. "Come on, Shaw. I want to meet that young man of yours"

In Dr. Brennan's office, Wendell and Danny were walking in. "Okay, Danny wait here on Dr. Brennan's couch. I just have to drop this paper off and write a note to her, okay? Then we will go to the playground."

"Okay, Wendall."

A moment later, the ladies saw him with Danny through the window. Angela thought the two were the most precious thing. She snuck a peek while they were walking and saw Shaw's eyes light up when they saw the boys in the office. Making a decision, she walked into Brennan's office. "Hey Wendell."

Wendell turned around when he heard his name. "Hey Angela."

The artist walked over to where the young boy was on the couch and offered her hand. "You must be Danny. I'm Angela. I'm a friend of Wendell's and your mom's."

As Angela got acquainted with Danny, Wendell and Shaw faced each other, each trying to conceal their delight in seeing each other. "Hey, Genny"

"Hi Wendell. Is Danny being good for you?"

"He's fine. Fisher has his mother over again, so Danny and I are going to drop my paper off to Dr. Brennan and then we are going to go to hit the playground before heading to the diner for lunch."

Seeing the twosome, Angela got an idea. "Hey, Danny, do you like bugs?" When Danny nodded with an enthusiastic nod, she took his hand. "Since you've been so good, I'm going to take you to my husband's Ookey Room."

Before either could protest, Angela swept the five year old out of the room. Realizing they were alone, Wendell turned back to the agent. "If you don't have any lunch plans, Genny, you can join us at the diner. I know Booth won't mind if you have lunch with us."

Genny knew that Wendell lived on a budget and didn't want him to overspend, pushing down the real reason for her reluctance. "Wendell, you don't have to take Danny out to lunch. I know money is tight with you"

"It's okay, Genny. Booth called me last night to ask me if I wanted to make some money helping him finish the work on the upstairs next week. The contractor finished the structural repair, but Booth wants to do the rest himself like we did when they bought the house. It's about a two weekend project and he and Dr. B paid really well last time." Seeing a quick flash of pain in her eyes followed by looking at her arm in a sling, Wendell remembered Olivia. "Crap, Genny…I'm so sorry. I'm such an idiot."

Shaw knew he didn't mean anything. "Wendell, it's okay".

"No, it's not." He walked over to her until he was standing close to her. "It's where…..it all happened and it still has to hurt. I'm sorry."

"Th-Thank you."

Both suddenly got nervous as they felt the tension in the room. Remembering where he was, Wendell moved to speak. "So, d-do you want to come to lunch with us?"

Shaw was nervous, but Wendell was becoming a great friend to her, plus Danny loved him. "Okay, but I'm paying because you're doing me a big favor picking up Danny today and watching him. That's final."

Wendell felt weird as he was always taught a man paid, but if this was the way to get her out, he'd take it. He decided to press his luck while he had the courage. "So, what are you and Danny doing for the Fourth?"

"We're going to go watch the fireworks over the Potomac, but before we go, we are going to play with the sparklers in the back yard."

"Well, I'm going over to Dr. B and Booth's tomorrow night. We're going to do fireworks with the kids and then watch the fireworks from their back yard. They have an excellent view since they live by the river. Booth going to grill steaks and Dr. B and Angela are going to make other stuff. You and Danny should come."

Shaw got very nervous all of a sudden. "I don't know, Wendell. I mean I don't know if Booth will want to fraternize with his agents…."

"Gen, he socializes with Sweets all the time. Hell, Sweets lived with them for months. Don't worry about it. It's all good. Come on…..please….Danny can play with Christine and Michael."

Her resistance melting, she needed to debate what to do. "We'll see."

'BOO YAH!' Wendell screamed inside, but maintained himself. "Cool…okay, I have to go." Wendell stuttered as he walked backward. Hitting a side table, he tripped and fell backwards, landing on his butt.

"Wendell! Are you okay? Can I help you with anything?"

'I know something you can help me with' Wendell thought, but they were interrupted by Angela returning Danny.

"Okay, Danny, I'm going to give you back to Wendell because your mom and I have to work. It was very nice meeting you." She held her hand out again and loved it when he shook it again.

"Danny, buddy, ready for the playground?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay, let's go." He turned to the ladies. "Bye Angela, bye Genny. See you at lunch."

Angela saw the agent watch Wendell and her son leaving. "He's a good guy. If it wasn't for me being hopelessly and madly in love with my Hodgins, I would have kept him when we were dating. You should snag him while you can."

"Wh-what?" Genny was caught off guard and felt stupid. 'They dated?'

"You heard me. Just think about it. Let's get back to work" Angela walked out before Genny could respond, and the other woman merely followed her.

"So Christopher Pelant is merely your cousin's son?"

The colonel sat back in the chair, his fingers pressed together. "Yes, Agent Booth. I've been out of the country…..serving my country in Afghanistan, unlike others, so I didn't know about any trouble he might have been in. I don't know where the hell he is."

Booth turned to Sweets. "Sweets, I think he's full of shit. Do you think he's full of shit?"

"Most definitely full of shit."

Booth pulled a paper out of his folder. "You see, Christopher Pelant was born with post-axial polydactyly. It means—"

"I'm aware of what it means, Agent Booth." The man snapped.

"Oh yeah, you do, don't you? You were born with the same thing, right?"

Feeling a bead of sweat on his brow, Col. Pelant ignored it. "So what if I was?"

"Well, I talked to my partner Dr. Temperance Brennan and her supervisor, Dr. Camille Saroyan, who's a pathologist. They said something like this is usually genetic that is passed from parent to child. I had also consulted with a geneticist who also works at the Jeffersonian, and he said the same thing."

"What does the opinion of your wife have to do with me, Agent Booth?" Pelant replied.

Both Sweets and Booth noted the minute trace of panic in the military man's voice. The agent pulled another sheet out of the folder and pushed it towards the colonel. "These are the summaries of the medical history of Christopher Pelant's parents. Neither one was born with this thing."

Booth and Sweets had to bite their inner cheeks to hold in their smiles as they saw more sweat forming on the colonel's forehead. "Colonel Pelant, let's cut the bullshit. You're Christopher Pelant's biological father, aren't you?"

The man looked at the FBI personnel with hardened eyes. "Not by choice."

Booth was bewildered as was Sweets. "What do you mean, not by choice?"

Pelant cleared his throat and then pressed forward. "My cousin was sterile and his wife wanted a baby, but refused to consider adoption. His wife was a real ball-breaker who liked to….spread her affections around. More than once she made a pass at me, saying awful things like sometimes she needed a real man."

"Sounds like a prize." Booth replied.

"One day, she asked me to father their child their old fashioned way since she wanted a child with the Pelant genes. Of course I refused. I wasn't going to touch her." He drank a glass of water before continuing. "I went to their house one night for dinner. My cousin got called away at the last minute. I tried to make excuses, but I was stuck with her. I walked my cousin out and then went to quickly finish my glass of wine so I could get the hell out of there. I woke up about 36 hours later feeling like shit in their guest room. I went to the doctor but there was nothing that came up in the labs he ran. Then, six weeks later, they made the announcement that there was a bun in the oven."

Sweets interrupted. "So what you're saying is that his mother drugged you so she could get pregnant?"

"That's right. I didn't want children. She denied it of course, but when he was born with that extra toe, I knew. The day he was born was the last time I spoke to them. Five years ago, Christopher tracked me down. Apparently he was going through his mother's stuff after her death and somehow found out. My cousin died a couple of years earlier, so he wanted me to be his dad. I'm sorry, but he's nowhere the type of son I want if I ever had one."

Booth thought he couldn't hate the man in front of him more than he did at that moment. Before he could snipe a remark, Sweets stepped in. "Tell me, Colonel. What kind of son would you have?"

"A military man of course. One who could be a leader on the battlefield...strong, decisive" He turned to Booth. "Like you, Agent Booth."

Sweets needed more information. "Did you tell Christopher this?"

"Of course. He would hide behind his computers and be so proud of that. That is not a son. That is a coward. I told him about your actions, Agent Booth. You are one that I wanted him to emulate. Of course, he couldn't do that."

Booth felt disgust at the man in front of him, but shook it off, getting back to the matter at hand. "Do you have any idea where he is now?"

"Yeah, he bought a shut down power plant for next to nothing for his computer work. Somewhere out in the tri-state area." When he saw the men's faces, he continued. "I don't know where. That's all I know."

Booth was through listening to this man. "Okay, Colonel, we're done here."

"Good, I am needed at Fort Benning. Where people serve their country, unlike you."

Booth had enough. "You know what, Colonel. Fuck you! It takes more than shooting a rifle at insurgents to be a man. Too bad you never figured that out."

The colonel was almost out the door when Booth interjected once more. "By the way, sir, I promise I will let your superior officers know how cooperative you were with this investigation."

Colonel Pelant face turned red from anger before he stepped out. After a few steps, he looked in the conference room. Booth merely held up his middle finger at him with his back turned from him. When he was sure he was out of sight, he turned to Sweets. "So, what do you think?"

Sweets knew he had to tread carefully with what he was about to say, but it was the only thing that made sense to him. "I think Pelant is looking for acceptance from his father and is willing to do anything to get it, including eliminating anything…..or anyone he feels is impeding him from that acceptance."

Booth saw that Sweets was holding back. "Sweets! What else?"

"Pelant's mother drugged the colonel when she couldn't have him as she wanted. I think Christopher Pelant….."

"Spit it out, Sweets"

"I think Pelant wants you dead and Dr. Brennan for himself."

Christopher Pelant was working on something when he looked up at the monitors and what he saw made his blood freeze. On the monitor, he saw his father walking out of the Hoover building and hail a cab. Anger began to boil up inside him and it took him a moment to calm it down again. When he felt collected himself, he called a phone number. "Dad, what are you up to? How's Georgia?"

"Nothing much Christopher. I'm heading to another meeting on the base. I'm pretty busy now. I'll call you back tomorrow. Bye."

Christopher heard the dial tone and after a moment rage fueled inside him as he threw the burner cell against the wall, shattering it into pieces. "He lied to me! Booth is taking him from me! No more!"

Pelant took several deep breaths and then turned to the objects on the table. "I was going to wait until tomorrow but I can't now. My father came here to see him. He didn't have time for me. It's time to change that."

He walked over to his collage of Booth and Brennan, picking up a scalpel on the way. When he got there, he stared at the pictures for a minute before his emotions boiled over and he stabbed Booth's head with the scalpel. "YOU'RE GOING TO DIE AGENT BOOTH! HE'S MY DAD, NOT YOURS! THEN, I'M GOING TO HAVE HER TOO! THEN YOU ALL WILL DIE!"

Tears started to fall, but he recovered quickly as a calmness washed over him. He shuffled over to where a small case was next to a mirror. He took one item and moved slowly to a nearby bathroom. "Time to go, Christopher. Time to claim your destiny from the one who ruined it."

A while later, a now blonde Christopher Pelant came out of the bathroom and after several frustrating minutes, was able to put in one brown contact lens. He picked up the Smart Cover makeup he ordered recently and applied. He was able to even out the skin tone, but was unable to completely cover the scars on his face and threw the makeup in frustration.

"Piece of shit!"

Remembering his plan, he pulled himself together. He got up and got the gauze bandage roll he stole from the office of the doctor he killed after being shot. He put it on the areas he was unable to conceal. When done he went to his computer and put in a flash drive lying nearby and slowly input in a series of commands. His progress was impeded by the fact he couldn't remember them all and he finally had to use the notebook he started recently as a cheat sheet. When completed, he hit ENTER with a flourish. "Timer set, one hour."

He shuffled over to the desk where a set of keys and a wallet were. Next to them were items he had been working on for weeks. He put them in a box before taking it with him through a set of pipes and bridges in an old power plant. Along the way, he programmed three timers for one hour. Eventually, he got to the exit and opened the main door. He shuffled over to the 2005 Ford Focus he purchased back in January under the name of Justin Trimple up in West Virginia and after placing his package in the passenger seat, he climbed into the drivers seat.

When settled, he smiled to himself. "Agent Seeley Booth….it's time for you and your family to die."

Pelant started the car and then put a CD from the box inside the player. When the beginning notes of 'Silence is Golden' began to play, he sang along as he drove away to complete his master plan.