I don't own Bones, I know I have 206 in my body, but the Bones from Fox isn't mine.
Developments
Booth arrived at the Jeffersonian to see Bones arguing with Charlie.
"Hey Charlie, why don't you quit for today?"
"Thanks Booth. See you tomorrow."
Charlie quickly left the premises.
"Bones, do you have to argue with everyone?" he gave her a sly smile, so she knew he was teasing.
"Booth, he was upset, because I went to bone storage without telling him first. I didn't even leave the grounds. I just walked a few feet away. I can't understand why he has to watch me constantly."
"Bones, he's gone. We'll talk tonight. I came to find out what you have for me?"
"His name is Richard Green; he lives in Marietta, OH. Cause of death is Exsanguination, from a cut that ran the length of his sternum. He was also tortured in the same way as the previous victims."
Hodgins took over.
"I found traces of the same drug as the other victims, and a trace of accelerant used on the victim's hair. I am running an analysis of the substance now."
Bones answered, "Agent Shaw is following up on the information. She said she would contact you with the news."
"She did, and we discovered that he worked at a tire factory. He has a wife and two children, who are away on vacation. She also informed me that she has found a pattern in these same types of murders, which led from the west coast to here. The same type of crime scene in all the cases, all unsolved, all serial killers. I would like you to compare the victims' injuries to our current case to see if you find any similarities."
He handed all the files to Bones.
"This is a lot if information. Can I contact the authorities to get medical records, and x-rays?"
"They have agreed to cooperate completely. The contact information is included in the files."
"If there is any other information, please speak directly to either Agent Shaw or myself. Hacker is putting together a task force on this, so all information has to go only through me."
"Does anyone have any questions?"
They all shook their heads.
"Good, then let's get busy, and catch this son of a bitch."
They began to walk away.
"Bones, can I talk to you, please?"
"Yeah Booth, we can go to my office."
"Bones what happened?"
"I don't know what you mean."
"You know just what I mean, I mean with Charlie. Couldn't you get along for one day? I told you we would take care of it tonight. Bones, how am I going to get my work done when all I do is worry about you?"
"I told you Booth, you don't need to worry about me."
"I know, but I still do. Remember it's the baby too."
He pulled her to the back of the room.
"Come here."
He pulled her into his arms.
"I love holding you."
"Well, you shouldn't hold me here, but I enjoy it too."
"Will you be ready to go at six?"
"Yes, but I could stay longer if you want."
"No, I have a feeling we are going to have a lot of long nights, let's get home if we can tonight."
"OK, I'll bring the files home and work there. See you at six."
"Bones don't go out. Charlie's not here anymore, and I want you safe."
"Yes, sir." She saluted him.
"Bones, that was good."
"I told you I can be quite humorous."
"Yes you did."
He pulled her close for a quick kiss, and left.
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That evening after dinner, Max knocked at the door.
"Hi baby, how are you?" He kissed her cheek.
Bones looked at Booth.
"Why are you here?"
"Can't I see my little girl?"
"Dad, maybe once was a visit, but a second time in a week, means something's going on, and I bet it's Booth."
"Me? Why me?"
"Because of our fight today. You think you can get my father to convince me into having that agent around."
"No, I talked to your dad, and we came up with a compromise."
She looked at them warily.
"What compromise?"
"This."
Max held a small circular object in his hand.
"What is that?"
"This, my dear daughter is a digital transponder. It relays a radio transmission up to 200 square miles, and it fits in your ear."
She looked at Booth.
"You want me to wear that?"
He couldn't tell if she was angry or not.
"Yes, please?"
"Is this so you can track me if he takes me?"
"Yes?"
He was waiting for the argument.
"What happens if it's more than 200 miles?"
"We'll find you before that. Otherwise a helicopter will search for you.""
"If I wear this, I don't have to be watched anymore?"
"Yes…"
"I sense a but."
"I still would like to go back to our original arrangement, where I drive you to and from work, and you go with someone when you go out."
"I can do that."
Booth breathed a sigh of relief.
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Brennan ascertained that the cases that Agent Shaw discovered were related to the current cases, but the information was worthless. They still didn't have any leads. Hodgins' accelerant was obtained in Los Angeles, which was on the list of previous crimes, but because it was purchased so long ago, it also was a dead end.
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The press conference was held that morning, and both Booth and Bones were there. Bones saw a different side of him, as he spoke to the press and answered questions. He had an air of confidence, and a charismatic way of talking that helped calm the nervous crowd.
She thought he would make a good politician some day, but knew he would never do it. His honesty would get in the way. The reporters wanted to talk to her, but Booth easily led them away from that objective. After it was over, Hacker commented on his ease with the crowd.
"Booth I knew I picked the right person for this job. You did spectacularly. You always know how to make me look good."
"Thank-you sir, but I was just doing my job."
"One day you would make a good politician, but not until I retire, I need you here." He laughed.
"I would never want to be a politician sir, they are too dishonest."
Bones smiled as she realized that her conclusions were right, and Booth would never go into politics. They met their friends at the Diner for lunch afterward, and everyone agreed on his ability to lead a crowd. Booth was becoming tired of the praise and asked them to stop.
"Hey, enough. I just did my job. It was no big thing."
He felt heat rising to his cheeks, and Bones realized that he was becoming embarrassed, and led the discussion back to the case.
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A week went by with nothing new, and Booth knew that their time was running out. There would be another body soon, if they didn't get this solved. He walked into the Jeffersonian hoping for some kind of news. As he walked onto the platform, he pointed at his ear. This was a signal to ask Bones if her tracking device was in. She nodded yes, and he continued.
"So, do we have anything new today?"
"Angela was able to find a pattern to the disposal of the bodies in the previous cases." Hodgins said.
Booth instantly brightened. He looked at Angela.
"Really, what did you find?"
"I'm finding it insulting that every time I discover something Booth, you're shocked."
"This time it's not shock, this time its happiness. Maybe we can get this guy yet."
"Well, don't get too excited, it's not much."
"Anything is better than what we got now."
"Well, I discovered that all the murders occurred within four hundred miles of each other, so he must be transporting them in a car, and probably driving for hours at a time. Now this next part is an idea, not fact, but…"
"Angela, although I trust you, we do need to think of the facts in this case. Unsubstantiated thoughts are not going to help." Bones commented.
"Bones, every proof comes from a theory, let her talk."
"Wow, Booth that was good. I can tell you've been hanging around her too much."
"Angela, just talk."
"Ok, anyway I think he may have two residences, or some type of cabin or something, where he does the killing. It just seems too far for him to drive all the time. Sweets said he works, so he must have to be home on a daily basis. I can't picture anyone being able to drive six to eight hundred miles at a clip, and still work."
Booth's eyes brightened at the idea, "Angela you're a genius. This is great! I need to get to the Hoover, and present this to the task force. Angela you made my day. Please send everything over to the FBI."
He walked over to her and kissed her on the cheek, leaving everyone in shock.
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He presented the information to the task force, and they told him they had found a connection between the dates and the number of bodies. Booth felt that they were getting closer. He could almost taste it.