The Face With Two Skeletons
by Tropicwhale
disclaimer: Not mine
Author Talk: I just wrote the epilogue. Holy Crap, guys, I'm finished. Mixed feelings. Really happy about it. Kinda sad. Wanna write my own stuff but have trouble developing original protagonists. It's problematic. I love you guys. You will cry. I did. I am going to break before writing "Squint" and work on the Spander series over in Buffyverse. There is a club scene I gotta go write. I will be uploading chapters every few days. Editting is not my favorite thing and it's a way for me to slow down the end. Love you. Thank you so much. The music is starting to play. Thank you (*gets off the stage*)
Chapter 44
Marsters, Booth, Brennan stood on the observation side of the two-way, staring at Oscarmann who was staring down at the steel tabletop, the fight gone out of him. "Why did you want to talk to me about?" Temperance asked. Marsters looked at her, his brows furrowed.
"I didn't. I just wanted him to stew in his own juices a bit." He glances at Booth.
"She's used to my way of interrogation."
"Oh, the brute 'I-was-in-the-military-grrrr-argh' way? Yeah, never liked it." He smiled at Brennan. "My Masters is in Behavioral and Social Science Intervention. I came up through the drug units cajoling junkies to give up their dealers, convincing dealers to give up their bosses, and, with a little luck convincing a kingpin to give up his entire empire."
"Luck." Booth scoffed. "You threatened his daughter."
"No, his daughter gave him up. I just played her card. Threatened to hand her over to the cartel he was working with." He explained to Brennan. "Turns out? Big bad king pin's greatest fear was his daughter getting into those hands. She knew it too. Wanted nothing to do with being in the family business."
"And now you work murders?" Brennan asked.
"No, Dr. Addy helped me with identification and cause of death for a body that was dumped strapped with five kilos of heroin."
"Someone gave up the heroin to kill a guy?" Booth sounded like he didn't believe his fellow agent.
"No. We've been having issues with a very violent vigilante. The victim was a drug dealer, and he was killed right after he received a new shipment. Which sucks for me because I had spent months priming him for an undercover cop...nearly a year's work wasted."
"A vigilante?" Brennan was interested. Marsters smiled at her.
"If you ever want to moonlight in the drug unit, Doc, look me up. Same goes if you ever wanna have a drink." He winked at her.
"I would like both of those options." Brennan said. "We should exchange numbers."
"Oh," Marsters drawled. "I got your number." Booth stepped between them. Marsters smirked at the other federal agent.
"Back off." Booth growled. Marsters gave him a confused look then looked back at Oscarmann, suddenly back to being professional.
"What I don't get is….your case. Two dead women, twins separated at birth..killed in the same way. Connected by the same man. What are the odds?"
"It is statistically improbable but we believe that the killer saw Anne and flashed back to Olivia…"
"A psychotic? No. That doesn't read right."
"What do you mean?" Booth asked.
"All the cities in all the world, and you walk into mine? Are we also assuming the killer tried to blow up Dr. Addy?"
"Yeah?" Booth looked at Oscarmann.
"He believes that the night he ran off his son started this. Maybe it did. Maybe it's what connects the sisters and not the fact they are twins."
"How so?"
"Both women had a secret. Both women had a place they went to seek solitude to contemplate that secret. Both blond, older than they looked with bone conditions. Both killed with a shotgun and both stripped down to the bone. I think we're looking at serial murderer...and Dr. Addy and Ms. Montenegro got too close by identifying the bodies…"
"Bones don't lie." Brennan said. "That all makes perfect sense." She looked at her partner. "What doesn't it makes sense when Sweets does it?"
"Dr. Lance Sweets?" Marsters confirmed.
"Because Sweets" Booth said, ignoring the other agent "is twelve and tries to 'shrink' it down. Uses Psycho mumbo jumbo. Marsters just used facts. Fresh set of eyes, Bones, that's all he did, fresh set of eyes"
"Huh."
"Huh?" Marsters asked. Booth grinned at him.
"Thanks, buddy, we can take it from here." Seeley patted Charles on the shoulder and walked out. A minute later, two junior agents came into the interrogation room and removed Oscarmann. Charles was busying getting Temperance's cell number and making plans to go out for drinks on Thursday.
Author's After Notes: :D...I couldn't resist? Because apparently Agent Charles Marsters is a big flirt is why.
Love, actually, from the Dorkside;
Tropic