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Chapter 6:

Booth had gone to the crime scene after leaving Sweets place but had found little to view. It appeared the scene had been cleaned up when the body was removed. He spent more time tracking down Derringer's car which had been crushed. Booth found it odd that generally paperwork that took forever in this case had been expedited so quickly. There would be no evidence for anyone to look over at the scene or in the car. Booth did not feel comforted by this fact.

He arrived at the Jeffersonian feeling frustrated at Sweets and the cause for Sweets own frustration- Derringer. Booth would have liked for the chance at Derringer himself, at least the joy in arresting him. Instead no one had the feeling of justice. He wondered what was really going on in Sweets mind but that seemed to be an impenetrable fortress right now, guarded by a thick layer of sarcasm.

"Hey Bones." Booth greeted as he climbed the platform. "Got anything?"

Brennan put down her tools and looked frustrated at Booth.

"Must be fashionable, everyone has that frustrated look these days." Booth said trying a stab at humor.

"There's nothing." Brennan said. "It appears that these bones were cleaned before they arrived."

"Cleaned? Why would someone clean the bones before delivering them to the Jeffersonian?"

"I don't know." Brennan said and Booth realized that was the least amount of fancy words she had used. She really was exhausted too at this case that didn't want to seem to end and was now instead taking on a new life.

"How is Sweets?" Brennan asked knowing he had visited him.

Booth sighed and his shoulders dropped and Brennan had her answer already but he spoke anyway. "He's, he's not Sweets."

Brennan nodded her head in understanding and sadness at the thought their Sweets might be gone. She hoped not but she had not ideas on how to fix him, outside of his own soft science of course. She felt more comfortable with things she knew, like cases.

"Let's check with Angela. She's been working on the paper trail where these remains came from."

Booth and Brennan headed to Angela's office. Before they entered they could hear what they weren't sure was swearing or frustrated grunts. Either way they were concerned when they entered and saw the same screen shot of a piece of paper pop up on the screen over and over and Angela repeating "that can't be."

Booth was about to ask what it was that was the problem when he saw that Angela was nearly shaking.

"What is it?" Brennan asked with a great deal of concern looking at her friend. Angela stared at the screen in disbelief.

"I tracked everything from the crash on. The incident was reported anonymously thru a tips website. I have the name of that person. I also have the transactions with orders from the accident site destroying the vehicle, and finally the transactions that the bones be sent to the morgue, cleaned and be sent to the Jeffersonian."

"Why isn't that good news?" Booth asked sensing the grave tone of Angela's voice.

"Because they are all signed by Christopher Pelant."

"Hey guys I've got some…" Hodgins said stopping in his tracks at the three faces staring at papers on Angela's large screen. "What's going on?" He asked curiously.

"It's not possible Angela, he's dead." Booth said not stopping to bring Hodgins up to speed.

"Oh I know that Booth." Angela said rubbing her head. "And I'm quite glad I assure you. However I am only telling you what I have found out."

"Well check again." He said feeling his stomach turn repeatedly.

"I have, that's what I've been doing, comparing and rechecking."

"Pelant is back?" Hodgins asked incredulously. "How is that? That can't be, he's dead, Booth shot him. You shot him right?" Hodgins asked Booth. He knew the answer but he also knew what Pelant was capable of as he recalled the last year.

"Yes, I remember it quite clearly." Brennan answered.

"There is a possibility." Angela said and they were all interested to hear it. "I would have never thought of it, but, Pelant was a computer genius. He could have, before we found him, taken the time to upload himself, virtually."

"What? I don't get…" Booth started to ask what they were all thinking.

"I would need some more to work with but it is possible that he took the time to upload everything he knew, he basically became a computer. The computer would run scenarios based on what he would have done and continues on."

"So you're saying that Pelant killed Derringer? How is that possible?"

"From what I have seen so far." Angela began while pulling up images to her screen. "Derringer left after he thought he had killed Sweets." She said it like she would about any other case but the afterthought caught in her mind. She pushed it away and continued. "We don't know exactly what time he left there, but it was probably around midnight that his car went off the road."

"Sweets was to the hospital by then." Booth said thinking along.

"Yeah." Angela said bringing up an image of the smashed car. "This is the only photo taken of the scene." She said in a tone that was suspicious. "If there were more photos taken they are gone. The initial findings, which are sparse was that the electrical failed in the car and he wasn't able to control it and it went over the side. It was ruled accidental and no investigation was furthered. Probably because the orders were placed, and you guessed it, signed by a C. Pelant that the case was closed, the car was sent to be destroyed and the bones ordered to the morgue, etc."

"So he was able to do all this from a computer?" Booth asked to be sure he was still sane.

"It's possible, given the way this happened." Hodgins said backing up Angela. "It's all about the paperwork in our modern world, everything's technical, and right up Pelant's alley."

"So you're serious, this is possible?" Booth asked but having thought of what they had seen Pelant do before, it was starting to gain ground.

"I don't want it to be, but yeah." Angela said clicking at the screen.

"Well if there is no physical evidence, then how are we going to catch him, and what are we catching, he's dead." Brennan asked as this was not a typical case.

"We have to stop him, because my guess is he's not done yet." Hodgins added.

"We have to get in his head, his virtual head anyway." Angela said still clicking away.

"I only know one person who can do that." Booth said leaving the room.