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Recap 3: Cam, Sweets & Aristo discover more evidence in the case but few answers to the clues. They head home for the evening only to be simultaneously attacked by the same person.

"Are you sure we are not imposing?" Cam asked a second time as Angela fluffed a pillow on the guest bed.

"Cam please." Angela huffed ushering Hodgins to find another pillow. Cam came closer to Angela.

"Thank you for not saying anything…" Cam nodded to Aristo who was following Hodgins for pillows.

"Oh please Cam, we all know. But you know, we don't know." Angela looked softly at her boss. "Are you sure you guys are alright?"

"Yeah, I don't think he wanted to do much more than scare us." Cam admitted.

"Are you going to quit the case?" Angela asked as the two pulled back the sheets, whispering while Michael Vincent slept soundly.

"No, I know it seems crazy but, this makes me want to find out more than before." Cam admitted.

"Okay, I called and there's going to be someone staked outside." Sweets said putting his phone in his sweat pants pockets. Angela had to smile that even though Sweets now seemed even younger in his casual attire he had a very commanding presence with this case. Sweets though was trying not to show his discomfort, which was centered on his footwear. He had been in such a rush to get to Cam's he hadn't put on any shoes. Aristo had graciously offered to share a pair that were much too small. Sweets accepted them graciously – then shoved his foot inside and smiled thru the discomfort.

"Good, I don't want to put you guys in danger by opening your home to us." Cam said after being relieved Sweets had back up for them.

"What about you Sweets, you want the couch?" Angela offered.

"No, I'm going to go and crash with Booth and Dr. Brennan." Sweets said looking down at his phone as though checking for a text.

"Moving back in with mom & dad?" Angela teased and Sweets gave her a signature look. "Wait, I thought they were on a case someplace?"

Sweets changed to a serious face. He had no intentions of going to the Booth household tonight but wanted none of them to worry so he lied. He had considered calling Booth to bring him up to speed but after another phone call from Booth earlier that evening asking for a quick profile, Sweets knew that Booth was up to his own ears in his own case.

'Yeah they are but they're back tonight, out tomorrow." Sweets lied. "Look, let's not bother Dr. Brennan and Booth with this more than we need to. They are up to their own necks in their own case. I'll keep Booth up to speed. Besides this guy was trying to get us off this, it's probably about money or something. Let's solve this case ASAP and then we can all move on."

The group nodded and soon Sweets was on his way to his car. Sweets got back to his place, shut the kitchen window and after locating a hammer and nails – sealed it shut. He tossed out the smelly pizza box and yawning headed to his bed. He checked his gun, put it on the night stand and got under the sheets, keeping one ear out for any more sounds.

Sweets woke up a couple of hours after falling asleep and hoped the shower would make him more alert. He dried off carefully as the still sore abdomen was a swift reminder of the night before. He shaved noticing the light purple lines around his neck and thought of Cam. Quickly he dressed in a dark suit, lavender tie and matching shirt, he was hoping for a little tranquility to seep thru from his color choices for the day. Heading to the car he dialed Cam to make sure they had a peaceful night thought he had received no notices from central that anything had happened. Whoever it was that attacked them probably knew that there would be a watch and Sweets didn't fail to make sure it was there. Cam assured them they were fine and getting ready to head into the Jeffersonian when Sweets grew quiet.

"Sweets?" Cam asked at the silence on the line.

Sweets was his car and noticed something in the light he had not in the dark – below the windshield wiper was a piece of paper folded.

"Yeah Cam, I found something." Sweets said answering her repeated calling of his name. He pulled the paper that was firmly jammed in the folds of the metal. "It's a note." Sweets propped the phone next to his ear and unfolded it.

"I can't read it, it looks all runny, wait, when did it rain?" Sweet noticed the overcast sky but he hadn't realized it was raining.

"Bring it to the Jeffersonian." Cam suggested and Sweets was happy to oblige.

"Well, a little midnight action and now love notes." Angela teased Sweets who was almost tired of giving her faces. What Angela was hiding was her concern for her friends and what happened the night before, she just wasn't very good at showing it.

Angela wasn't sure what else to say so she kept quiet and laid the note out flat and scanned it in. Hodgins came in as it was scanning.

"Figure it out yet?" He asked.

"No, just getting started." Angela said clicking buttons.

"Well I checked and it rained last night for all of ten minutes and according to the national weather service, it rained at the same time of the attacks." Hodgins informed them.

"Really, the national weather service tells time by personal attacks?" Sweets joked sarcastically watching as the note was coming into focus.

"Funny, I was just putting it into terms we needed." Hodgins said. "You said it was shoved in below the windshield wiper?"

"Yeah, I didn't see it last night." Sweets said thinking back. "It was dark but still, I don't think I was supposed to find it, or maybe the person that left it didn't want anyone else to see it left."

The smeared ink from a fountain pen was being removed while Angela concentrated on the pressure points on the paper. Soon the message was coming clear: 'Don't quit this case.'

"So someone leaves a note asking you to not drop the case – while someone else is threatening you to drop the case." Angela said.

"Someone with a split personality disorder?" Hodgins mused while Sweets thought back to Genevieve. Why was she there at the same time the attacker was he wondered to himself.

Angela began to speak breaking Sweets from his thoughts. "Well I've got a break from working on Brennan's case so I'm going to run facial recognition software on just about everything to see if I can figure out where this guy's been at least."

"I do have some samples to run for Dr. B. so I'm heading back to my lab." Hodgins said giving his wife a parting kiss.

"I'd like to know why he was at the bus station." Sweets mused deciding where his next move would be.

Sweets had photos of the man and showed them to everyone at the bus station from the janitor to the head of the station who took copied and would post fliers asking for more information. While he was there Sweets couldn't shake the sensation that he was being followed, something that didn't overall surprise him based on the events of the night before. If everyone quit when they were being terrorized we'd be a British Colony still Sweets offered to himself. Still he didn't like the idea of anyone being in danger and realized what it must feel like to be Booth – they weren't his people but Sweets knew he would be forever in guilt if anything happened to anyone. He called in some extra security for the Jeffersonian as he as on way out. The call ended with another call incoming.

"Dr. Sweets." Cam said in a not so comforted voice. "I need you to get back to the Jeffersonian quickly, we have something more, and
it's a bit disturbing."

Cam had refused to tell Sweets over the phone what had been found. It was a fact he found annoying but she assured him it must be seen in person. Sweets found Cam and Hodgins on the platform with Angela clicking away when he arrived.

"So what is it?" Sweets asked joining them to find a piece of paper on the table. "Paper? Really?"

"This is not just any piece of paper." Cam said eyeing it. "Dr. Vasari is angry that he missed it but he couldn't have possibly seen it –I hardly noticed it at first. There's a small pocket sewn into the waistband of the victim's trousers."

"Like a secret pocket?" Sweets asked for clarification.

"It is possible it was intended to hold a fob watch." Cam explained as she showed it to him on the pants. "Inside, very tightly rolled was this piece of paper." Cam held the paper out, now flat in an evidence bag. Sweets took the evidence and looked at the typeset and elaborately printed script which read, "Taman Shud."

"Is this a name?" Sweets asked with a furrowed brow.

"It's Persian." Angela said speaking up. "The phrase translates to 'it is ended'. It comes from a book of poetry – Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam written in the twelfth century and became very popular in Australian during World War II. The phrase Taman Shud is the last words in most English translations."

Hodgins cut in. "Yeah but that's not the best part. It has existed in numerous editions but there is only one edition that matches this fancy type, it's a very rare edition."

"So there's probably quite a few of them around?" Sweets asked.

"No." Angela answered for everyone. "And as it turns out the only copy around here is at the Library of Congress."

"I suddenly feel a strong desire to visit my local library." Sweets said straightening up to leave.

"I'm coming with you." Cam said leaving with him though Sweets gave her a confused look but they had a silent agreement, they were partners on this one.

"Here it is!" Cam shouted to Sweets who was a few rows over. The book had not been in the correct place but it was not a text that was allowed to be checked out. Sweets and Cam suspected it was still in the library and found it a few rows over in with other books.

Cam opened the book and turned to the final page, missing a section of script. Cam took the evidence from her pocket and held it up, the tear was a match.

Sweets headed to the front desk with a photo of the man asking if anyone had seen him while Cam secured them to remove the book as evidence. No one had seen the man, as usual and Sweets began to wonder if the man used a series of disguises. He watched as Cam was signing multiple pieces of papers and figured she would be a while. Sweets wondered why the man picked up the book in one place and then walked with it to another. He mused that he merely wanted to remove the page and perhaps someone was in that isle. Still, it was curiosity that brought him back to the isle and in it he found a woman with her back to him in an overcoat, a fact that caught Sweets as strange since it was so warm out. Sweets eyed the shelves to see what other books might be in the isle when the woman whispered to Sweets from between the shelves from the other side now.

"Psst!" She said causing Sweets to look up. He could only see her mouth, a chiseled jaw and flawless skin. He went to move the books to see her face but she stopped him. "Don't to that, just listen. Pretend to read a book, we might be watched."

Sweets could hear her flipping thru pages. He wasn't sure if it was her hint of good looks that intrigued him, her British accent or the mere film noir quality of it all.

"Who would be watching us?" Sweets asked selecting a book he pretended to read like Cam's report.

The woman sighed. "So many people Dr. Sweets."

"You know who I am." Sweets observed. "I would guess you to be Genevieve."

Sweets saw the woman's lower face freeze them a hint of a smile. "You are quite bright Dr. Sweets."

"You're the one who left the note. Why should I stay on this case? Who is this man?"

"So many questions Dr. Sweets, some I do not have the answer to."

"You don't know who he is?"

"He is many people Dr. Sweets."

"Well you know I'm going to need something or I'm dropping this case." Sweets knew his threat would pay off, this woman was desperate for him to keep on the case.

"You can't quit the case Dr. Sweets!" The woman's strained whisper was desperate. "You must find the answer to his work."

"Research? Treasure hunter?" Sweets asked.

"No Dr. Sweets, it's a matter of national importance." She said had quickly looked over her shoulder.

"He's a spy?" Sweets asked. "Then CIA should be working this then – they find spies."

"No Dr. Sweets!" The voice insisted but looked around. Sweets noticed a beauty mark on the side of her jaw. "He is not an international spy, he is your spy."

Sweets blinked in the realization and she was gone. He looked to the end of the isle but she was gone. His phone rang with Cam informing him she was ready to go.

Cam had the book having signed her life away, or so it felt, and before she could remark sarcastically on it she noticed the serious look on Sweets face as they left. She noticed he didn't want to talk inside the very quiet library.

"I'm starting to figure out why the Jeffersonian and the FBI were called in on this case." Sweets said once they were yards from the library.

"How is that?" Cam asked.

"A little visit from my pen pal." Sweets said as they headed to the car. "I don't know if I believe her or not, she's very secretive but she says he's a spy."

"Well the CIA investigates spies."

"She says he is CIA, or whatever, she says he's American."

"You believe her?" Cam asked taking in the possibilities.

"Makes a hell of a lot more sense why we were pulled in to investigate a dead guy in the park, but still, why the secrecy, why us?"

"Because we're the best Dr. Sweets." Cam reminded him. "You and Booth, the Jeffersonian, we operate still because we have the highest solved crimes rate of any team."

Sweets paused to take that into consideration. "And if you want it solved but you don't want a lot of attention drawn to it, you just hand it over, no information."

"Right. But what are we to solve, the man's identity, how he was killed?"

"No, it doesn't seem like anyone cares who he was, I mean, think of all the work to cover that up. It seems more….more like what he was killed for."

"I don't know Dr. Sweets, are we in over our heads?"

Sweets thought that over a moment. "There's got to be some reason we got this case, why not Booth & Brennan?"

"They were tied up with the other case?"

"Could be." Sweets considered.

They arrived at the car and Cam had to smile at the fact that Sweets was at the passenger door opening it for her, quite the gentleman she thought to herself but Sweets mind was stewing in the case.

Cam was just about to sit down when she heard a car's tires squeal as a car began to race towards them turning as it neared them. Sweets was about to push Cam into the car for safety to not get hit but she was already back on her feet though the uneven curb caused her to lose her balance in her tall heels and fall back hard against the door, crushing Sweets left hand in the door frame as it slammed shut, his fingers and hand in-between. Cam heard the crunch of cartridge as it made contact and squirmed. Sweets cried out an 'argh!' but turned to heard the car approaching. He thought he saw the barrel of a gun from the rear window emerge and with his free right hand removed his gun and fired two shots into the door of the car which sped off.

Cam watched the car leave as she continued to breathe hard at what had just happened.

"Cam!" Sweets said thru clenched teeth. "Could you move please?" Sweets face was turning red and Cam looked up to see his hand still between the door and the car, the door she was leaning against keeping it in place.

"Oh my God." Cam said scuttling away, discarding her tall heels so she could move faster. She opened the door gently as Sweets pulled his hand towards him cradling it. The pain was intense and Cam felt guilty.

"Crap I didn't get a plate." Sweets said thru gritted teeth. Cam tried to pull Sweets hand away so she could look at it but Sweets was keeping it close, for some reason he just felt the need to cradle it. Cam finally pulled it forward with a little too much haste causing more pain.

"Sorry, sorry Dr. Sweets….I'm so sorry." Cam said with deep guilt.

Sweets could feel the blood rushing and pounding to the sore fingers and palm.

"It's okay." He managed to say though he wasn't feeling it. Cam had to admire the fact that Sweets was always one to try and make others feel good, no matter how terrible he as feeling, a fact she had observed over the years, but did not always act on, she vowed to be different from now on when it came to that for despite having nearly destroyed his left hand, he still managed to possibly save her life.

"I saw a gun." Cam said, the usual stoic sound missing. "Were they going to shoot us?"

Sweets gritted his teeth at the pain, it was unbelievably painful. "I don't…yeah..I think so. Maybe we should quit this…"

"No!" Cam said with resolve. "This must be something serious or it wouldn't matter. If it is a matter of national security then we must follow thru."

Sweets had to admire Cam's sense of patriotism and it all seemed very fine and brave, until it started to hurt twice in two days to be a patriot.

"First the throat and stomach and now the hand." Sweets mused.

"Yeah, well if they had their choice we'd be…" Cam's voice trailed off.

Sweets put his good hand over hers. "Let's hand this off to the CIA."

"Sweets if they didn't take it to begin with then something is up." Cam looked around at the crowd amassing. "We're not even sure he is for sure a spy, that girl could be playing us, she's not been very forthcoming." Sweets nodded, he had to agree with that.

"We keep working, we keep the spy stuff quiet until we can prove otherwise. Right now he's just another victim with the killer still on us for something." Cam said and Sweets nodded.

"You people okay?" A man asked approaching. "We called the cops."

Sweets smiled. "Thanks but we're sort of already here."

The partners waited around until the cops got all the statements they needed and Sweets assured them he opened fire in a public place with a firm knowledge he wasn't going to harm anyone. The thing Cam & Sweets found interesting was a quick call to the deputy director quickly cleared Cam & Sweets of any wrong doing, there would be no follow up.

"That's suspicious." Cam said as they headed back to Sweets car.

"You think?" Sweets said a little more bitter than he meant.

"Ouch." Cam said at the sarcasm.

"Sorry." He said clutching his hand.

"Oh shoot, sorry, I forgot, that probably hurts like hell."

"Hell? It feels like Lucifer is jabbing at it with his pitchfork." Sweets said cradling it again.

"We should go to the hospital, get it looked at." Cam suggested.

"No, it's fine, plus if someone is trying to follow us and get us shot at, I don't want to lead them to the hospital." Sweets said sadly lamenting the fact he was going to be resigned to pain.

"Then let's go to the Jeffersonian." Cam suggested.

"You want to get Hodgins shot? He must have really made you mad at some experiment." Sweets joked.

Cam gave him a look and smiled. "If your sarcasm has returned you must be feeling better." Cam knew Sweets was only trying to divert his own attention away from his hand. "No, it has that increased security you got for us. I think we'll be safe there."

They walked back over to the car but Cam saw how agonizing the pain was for Sweets. "How about I drive?" Cam offered and Sweets happily handed over the car.

"I'll get the door." Sweets said sarcastically and Cam shook her head as she got in.

Sweets popped open the glove box while Cam started the car then watched Sweets fumble around for a bottle of aspirin. He looked at the expiration date, shrugged at the years past and tried to open it with one hand. Cam took the bottle away and opened it for him, shaking two pills into his hand. He waved his fingers for more but she put the lid on.

"Some doctor you are, making a patient suffer." Sweets said popping the dated pills. Cam tried not to laugh at Sweets sardonic humor while he was in pain but she almost giggled as he tried to awkwardly reach across to snap the seat belt in the lock. Cam held out her hand to stop him after his third try.

"You are a mess today." She said mockingly and easily snapped it in place for him.

"Yeah, I wonder how that happened." He added as she backed out of the parking space.

"Where have you guys been?" Angela asked as the pair walked in the door. Angela noted that Sweets face seemed a little pale and that Cam was walking barefoot.

"Just getting shot at and hands slammed in doors." Sweets said. "How was your afternoon at the lab?"

"Wait, what?" Angela asked.

"Angela, I'll explain later." Cam said setting the book down in the evidence bag.

"Oh you found it!?" Angel oohed at the antiquated publication before her. "Is it a match?"

"It looked to be so but I want to be sure. I also want to run it for fingerprints, see if we can't get a hit on our guy touching it." Cam said.

"Okay, Hodgins can do that, what do you want me to do?" Angela asked.

"I could use some help with the x-ray machine." Cam said slipping on some workout sneakers from a gym bag. She was determined not to fall down and hurt anyone again today – no one would be accosted by designer heels for the next outfit change, she was determined of that.

"For the book?" Angela asked.

"No, I may have broken Dr. Sweets hand." Cam said leaving her office. Angela followed, still confused.

Though Sweets had insisted it was fine he realized Cam would feel better if he let her scan his hand. Though he preferred to leave it balled up she finally and gently, unfurled his fingers and laid them flat. She noticed how swollen they were and remarked as such causing Angela to offer to get an ice pack to keep the swelling down.

"Can I go now?" Sweets asked eying what Hodgins was scanning with the book with much curiosity. Cam looked at the x-ray but couldn't make out what she saw.

"Yeah, go play." She teased while the youthful man skittered off.

Aristo walked up to Cam with his hands jammed in his lab coat pockets.

"What are you doing?" She asked him with a smile.

"I don't want you to smack my knuckles!" He teased her.

Cam shook her head but sighed. "Ugh, don't tease me, I feel terrible." She wined and Aristo relented by taking her hand in his.

"See I trust you." He offered her. "Besides, you're wearing sneakers."

She playfully hit him on the shoulder then remembered something. "Hey, you're my Dr. Brennan today."

"I'm going to hope that's a compliment." Aristo said eying her.

"Look at his x-ray. I was worried I broke Sweets' fingers, or fractured them but I can't make this out clearly."

Aristo took the x-ray from Cam to offer his expertise in a gloating way but his smile faded and his eyes narrowed.

"These are Dr. Sweets?" He asked in disbelief.

"Yes, what's this here? This fracturing?" Cam said pointing.

"Those are quite old, it appears the bones were broken but not tended to properly and thus healed very uneven." Aristo explained.

"That's sort of what I thought." Cam said.

"Then I have no expertise." Aristo said with a smile.

"No, I was just hoping I was wrong." Cam said thinking of why someone wouldn't get a bone set properly, the thought seemed to occur to Aristo at the same time.

"I would think the time of this break would have been at a very young age, not like a teenager who wants to hide doing something stupid from his parents." Aristo offered.

Cam marched towards Sweets with the x-ray in hand. As she reached Sweets and Hodgins, Hodgins looked up.

"Uh, oh, Mom looks mad." Hodgins teased. "Honest Cam, no experiments were going on, but the book is a match to the paper, and a print on that page that matches to our victim."

"That's good." Cam said dismissively looking at Sweets and not Hodgins.

"Well I can tell I'm important." Hodgins said shrugging his shoulders that his find was apparently not important and headed to his lab.

"Ah, an x-ray." Sweets said eying it in her hand. "Did you break it?" He asked pointing to his hand playfully. "Because if you did, you have to buy it. Well not but it, but pay for it. Not like a hook or anything…"

"Dr. Sweets!" Cam said interrupting his rambling and holding up the x-ray. "No, it's just a couple of hairline fractures that will heal, and I'm very sorry again." Cam said slightly shy. "But what I wanted to ask about was these." She pointed on the x-rays to some other darker lines as Aristo approached, apparently he had come to some conclusions that perhaps Cam did not just yet and he wanted to spare her if he could.

"These fractures, well breaks actually are quite old, you must have been what, five when they happened why were they not set properly?"

Only Aristo noticed Sweets pale slightly.

"My foster parents did not have much money." Sweets said feeling his throat go dry, his eyes glass at a particular memory. "I was clumsy."

"Clumsy?" Cam questioned. "Clumsy enough to break your hand and not tell anyone?" The tone in Cam's voice was accusatory that Sweets was stupid for not telling someone. Sweets preferred she think him stupid than abused.

Before he could come up with another lie Aristo stepped forward. "Perhaps it was a mistake, an accident?" He offered.

Sweets nodded, "yeah, I did something stupid…" his voice trailed off and Cam felt a chill though she didn't know quite why. "Just once though."

"I have a delivery if anyone can sign for it!" A man shouted and Cam set the x-rays down to walk over to the man who could not ascent to the platform due to the security.

Aristo picked up the x-ray and looked at Sweets who looked trapped in a bad memory.

"I've heard that you play piano beautifully." Aristo commented, a comment that seemed to break Sweets of the spell he was in and nodded a 'thank you'. "I hope to hear you play sometime, you know they say that beautiful music often comes from troubled souls." Aristo set the x-ray aside as though suggesting he was not going to bring it up again though his look emitted an empathy towards what must have been a dark incident. Sweets nodded somewhat to Aristo's spoken observation and to his unsaid one was well.

They both turned as a CLANK was heard next to them. They turned to see Cam setting down a brown suitcase on the examination table.

"Delivery." She said was curiosity over the recently arrived parcel. She put on gloves and said, "oh what lies inside…." She opened the case.

Much like the actual case, the paper was found much later. The actual case is referred to as the Taman Shud case as the man's identity was never found. The unidentified man was found December 1, 1948 on a beach in Australia. The poisons mentioned, the autopsy results, the items in his pockets, the condition of the body, the feet, spleen, etc. are all as described in this story, including the text in the pocket. Some of the other facts were changed slightly to fit this story.

On another note last spring I went to shut the car door and managed to catch one finger in it as I did so. It hurt like HELL. I'm usually pretty tolerable but I thought the tip of my finger (which was all I got in the door) was going to pop off. I was astounded at how awful it felt. Then a few weeks ago I was standing by the car door and it was windy, I put my hand on the car to keep from falling over in my high heels. I moved my hand from the space between the rear car door and the frame just as a gust of wind came up and slammed it shut very hard. I could only imagine how painful that would have been - thus how it ended up in the story. So if you're reading it thinking Sweets is a wimp that it hurt, it's NOT, it's terribly painful! ;0