I don't own Bones, I know I have 206 in my body, but the Bones from Fox isn't mine.
Trumped
They got a sketch of the murderer. In all the years that he had been working at the FBI, he never could remember a time when he was so excited. He knew they were getting close, he just hoped that the sketch Angela rendered, worked.
She was sending it to the FBI, as soon as she finished, so they could check with the databases, for identification. It may take time, but he was sure they would find something.
He called Bones on the way back.
"Hi Baby, I'm on the way. I can't wait to see you."
"Me too. Will you stop here when you get back?"
"I don't want to be anywhere else."
He arrived at the Jeffersonian, and immediately looked for her. He found her in Limbo, just where he knew she would be.
"Bones."
"Oh, Booth, I missed you."
She went to him and he pulled her close.
"I never want to be away from you again. I never missed someone this much. Next time you come even if you're not needed, you can wait in the hotel, if you want, but I want you near me."
She just held him close.
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He thought that by the time he arrived at the Jeffersonian, he would have a match, but no such luck. He knew the database would run automatically, so he decided to get the task force together, and put a plan in motion.
They met in the conference room, and started to plan. They thought that the murderer probably lived in another state, so they would contact the local authorities for help. Three agents would go to check out the address, while the rest checked into any other evidence that they could find. Booth would stay at the Hoover to be sure he was available if needed. By the end of the day, they had a plan, but still no match.
It was getting late, so he left to go to the Jeffersonian, to check on Bones. Just as he arrived, he got the call. Bones went with him back to the Hoover, and they set the plan in motion.
The hit was from a New York database for a driver's license. It would be a few hours before the agents arrived, but he didn't want the local cops making the arrest. He wanted this by the book, and he didn't need any screw-ups, on sight. Now was the hardest part; the waiting.
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He watched Bones, as her head drifted closer and closer to the table. He knew she was exhausted, but he also knew he couldn't leave. The team would be in place in less than an hour. He went to her and gently touched her shoulder.
"Bones, do you want to go home?'
"No, I'm ok."
"Bones, I can tell you're tired. Why don't you go home with Hodgins, I will pick you up later?"
"No Booth, they will be in place soon, I can wait until then. I want to hear what happens."
"Will you lie on the couch?'
"There's no couch in here."
"I'll get one."
"You're going to bring me a couch?"
"Yes, be right back."
He left the room, and returned a few minutes later, with another agent, and they were carrying a couch between them.
"Where did you get that?"
"I stole it from Sweets."
She laughed.
"He will be mad tomorrow."
"I don't care. He'll understand."
They put it against the wall, and she lay down.
The phone rang a few minutes later. The team was there, and they were ready to enter. Booth listened as they knocked on the door.
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Charlie led the task force. He knocked on the door, and waited for a response. He heard a television on in the room, so he knew someone was home. They heard footsteps coming. The team prepared to act as they saw the doorknob turn.
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An elderly woman answered the door.
"What do you want? Do you know it's 10:30 at night?"
Charlie just looked at her, as he pulled out his badge.
"We are looking for Aiden Miller. Can we speak to him please?"
Booth knew it was a false lead the minute he heard the old woman's voice. He pounded his fist on the table.
"Damn it."
Bones jumped.
"What happened?"
"It was a false trail. He's not there."
He told the task force to check out all the leads, including the car registration, and then come back. He was taking Bones, home they would continue tomorrow.
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Neither of them slept that night. First, they made love, but after, although exhausted, they kept thinking of him. They thought they had a good lead, but it turned to be a false trail. Booth was angry. He should have known. Everything about this guy was difficult. Everything was a dead end.
"Booth tomorrow's Thursday."
"I know."
"We only have one day."
"I know."
"What should we do?"
"I don't know. I so tired of this. I just want it over."
"Are you giving up?"
"I would never give up. I'm just feeling defeated."
"I have an idea, but you will hate it."
"I know what you're thinking."
"How can you know?"
"Bones, do you really think it didn't occur to me? I would never do it, but that doesn't mean I didn't think of it."
"But Booth, we would have him."
"No."
"But…"
"No."
"But Booth, think about it."
"No. I won't do it."
He pulled her into his arms.
"I can't."
"We can't let him kill again, when we both know how to stop this."
"No."
"Booth."
He turned her to look at him.
"Bones, I can't do it. I can't."
He started to cry. She pulled him close and held him tight. She was confused. It would solve the problem and save many lives. Why didn't he understand? Why couldn't he see it?
She held him while he cried himself to sleep, her brain trying to create the perfect plan.
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Who knows her plan?
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