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The snow began with a few flurries but as the day progressed the District soon became enveloped in a white blanket of snow. Working at the Jeffersonian, Brennan was in an examination room working on a case for the District Metropolitan police. Alone, she worked steadily, moving from one bone to the next as she looked for cause of death.

Elsewhere in the Jeffersonian, Angela was working on a special project of her own when her eyes were drawn to her monitor as an alarm rang out and an icon popped up on her screen. Rushing across the room, Angela sat down before her monitor and opened the icon. Reading rapidly, she studied the information that was now being displayed and knew that she needed to let Lester know about it as soon as possible. Feeling a small sense of dread she stood up and hurried from the room.

Moving quickly down the hallway, she found Lester in his office, "Okay, you wanted to know . . . the Federal coroner has identified a body that was found in Shenandoah State Park as Jacob Brodsky. A hiker found his body last week and because the body was found on federal land, it was handed over to the FBI. The coroner filed his report a little while ago."

With a nod of his head, Lester stood up, dropped his pen on his desk and moved across the room. Placing his arm around her shoulders, the younger man asked, "Thanks, Angela, you're a peach. What was the cause of death?"

Glancing at the doorway, Angela lowered her voice, "He died of a broken neck. . . . His body was found at the bottom of a waterfall. The coroner has ruled it as an accident. I found that interesting, don't you?"

A smirk on his lips, Lester chuckled, "Very interesting. What an incompetent bastard."

Rolling her eyes, Angela moved away from Lester, "Yeah, well he isn't Brennan and that's just too bad."

Twisting his lips, Lester shook his head, "Okay, well I don't know what's going to happen now. The FBI may pay us a visit, so you need to make sure to clean up after yourself. Wipe your computer, etcetera. There's no telling if Harris will get a bug up his ass and investigate this or not. If he does, he could subpoena your computers as well as Booth's, Temperance's and mine. Yours is the only one that could cause us problems. This is all going to depend upon whether or not Harris accepts the coroner's report . . . An accident . . . . Now that is a ridiculous piece of luck. There really is a God."

A little irritated with Lester, Angela protested, "Hey, you don't need to worry me, alright? No one will ever know what I've been doing and that's a fact. Now, I have to go to the bathroom. They don't keep this place as warm as they should and I've been freezing all morning. Damn budget cuts."

Amused, Lester shook his head, "Well at least we have power."

The words had barely left his lips when the power went out and the emergency light in the corner of his office came on. "Shit, they forgot to pay the damn electric bill."

A shout coming from down the hallway, Lester burst out laughing when he heard, "Hodgins what the hell did you do?"

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Sitting in Brennan's office, Booth wore his coat while Brennan sat next to him wrapped up in an afghan. "I'd try to get us home, but that snow is coming down pretty hard and I don't want to chance it. We might get stuck on the road and we'd really be screwed then. At least here we have four walls and access to bathrooms."

Leaning against Booth, Brennan smiled, "No, that's okay. I'm comfortable enough. We have my couch and your couch, plus I know you have food in your office refrigerator so we won't starve."

A knock on the door interrupting them, Booth looked over at the doorway, "What's up Lester?"

Entering the room, the younger man frowned, "I was just talking to Bill Johnson. He checked on the generator like you asked him to and he said that he can't figure out why it didn't come on. He said that the meter shows plenty of diesel. The control panel is dark and not displaying anything. He tried to start the generator manually but some alarm came on and that's all. We need to call someone out to look at it, but . . . well I'm pretty sure no one is making house calls in that blizzard outside."

His irritation starting to grow, Booth shook his head, "The generator had maintenance done to it last month. You wait until I get my hands on that engineer. The records showed that that he'd fixed some problem and that the generator passed inspection. He must have screwed up something. From now on, when the generator guy is on site, I want security to monitor him and make sure that he's actually doing his damn job. I want the generator to come up and run during maintenance and I want one of our guys to witness it."

"Look Booth, just because the generator failed doesn't mean that the guy didn't do his job right." Sitting on the chair near Brennan's desk, Lester leaned back against the chair, "But, I'll make sure to have someone monitor the situation from now on." Rubbing his cold nose, Lester informed the couple, "Cam, Hodgins, Angela and Wendell are hanging out in the Ookie room. Hodgins has some Bunsen burners on and it's made the room a little warmer than the rest of the building. The security guards are making their rounds and they reported that everything appears to be quiet. No problems so far."

"What about Michael Vincent?" Huddled in her afghan, Brennan asked Lester, "Did Angela say if she called to check on him?"

Nodding his head, Lester rubbed his nose again, "Yeah, the baby sitter says that she and Michael Vincent are fine. She called her husband and he's going to go over to the house and stay with her and boy during the storm. She says they have power so, everyone is comfortable."

Chilled even though he was wearing a coat, Booth muttered, "I'm glad someone is comfortable."

Dreading the next few minutes, Lester cleared his throat. "Um, look, Angela happened to come across a bit of information a few minutes before we lost power. The FBI found Jacob Brodsky."

Hopeful, Booth asked, "So they arrested him, when?"

Shaking his head slowly, Lester fidgeted, "Well . . . they didn't exactly arrest him. Some hiker found his body in Shenandoah State Park a week ago. The FBI claimed the body since it was found on Federal land and the coroner identified him as Jacob Brodsky today."

Alarmed, Brennan moved away from Booth and turned to face him. Staring at him, she shook her head, "Booth. . . ."

His hands coming up in a placating manner, Booth shook his head, "Hey, Bones, I had nothing to do with his death. I told you that I wouldn't go after him and I didn't."

Intervening, Lester spoke up, "The coroner ruled his death an accident."

Surprised, Booth turned to look at Lester, "An accident? What the hell would Jacob be doing in the middle of a Federal park in the winter time. That doesn't make any sense at all."

Uncaring, Lester replied, "Who cares? The coroner said he died when he fell from a lookout over a waterfall. He broke his neck."

Suspicious, Booth stared intently at his lieutenant, "How do you know all of this? Did Harris call you and tell you this?"

"No, of course not." Rubbing his nose, Lester replied, "Angela told me. She's been running a program trying to track down Brodsky. I guess the coroner sent a report to Harris and Angela sort of . . . got a copy."

Worried, Booth groaned, "Oh my God, she can't just hack into the FBI database. That's a Federal offense."

Sullenly, Lester responded, "Don't worry about it, okay? She covered her tracks."

Appalled at Angela's recklessness, Brennan removed her afghan and stood up, "She shouldn't have been looking for Brodsky in the first place. She endangered her life doing that."

Grabbing her hand, Booth stopped her from leaving the room, "Bones, stop. You can't confront her in front of Cam and Hodgins. Just let it go for now. I'll talk to her as soon as I can about this."

Sitting back down, Brennan shrugged the afghan back around her shoulders, "You're right, I wasn't thinking."

Tired, Lester stood up, "I'm going to my office and lie down for a while. I called Claire and she said that she and the boy are fine and they have power. I just hope this storm clears up soon. I want to go home."

Watching Lester leave the room, Booth leaned back against the couch, "I don't believe that Jacob died in an accident. . . Where's Max been lately?"

Her mind focused on what Booth said, Brennan closed her eyes, "He called me last week and told me he was going to Florida to visit a friend of his." Opening her eyes, she stared at Booth, "I don't think Dad would be able to kill Brodsky, Booth."

His gaze moving towards his wife, Booth placed his hand on Brennan's knee, "I didn't kill Brodsky, Bones. I made you a promise and I kept it."

Her mind running through the facts, Brennan nodded her head, "You haven't missed a day of work since we got back from Mexico and you're with me on the weekends too. The only time you've been out of my sight is when you've gone to the gun range and that was only for two hours at a time. You wouldn't have had enough time in that two hour time period to drive to Shenandoah State Park, hike to where ever the waterfall is, kill Brodsky, hike back to your truck and drive back to the District."

Patting her knee, Booth smiled, "That's what I like about you, Bones. Logic all the way. Now if only everyone else believes that."

Concerned, Brennan asked, "What do you mean? If his death was ruled an accident . . . "

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth responded, "And if Harris and Caroline believe that and if they don't ask another to coroner to look over the body and if that coroner doesn't find anything suspicious. A lot ifs Bones." Leaning over and kissing her, Booth smiled, "Let's not worry about it, okay? I didn't kill Brodsky so if he was murdered we have nothing to worry about. I'm innocent."

Moving closer to her husband, Brennan leaned against him, "I'm sorry I doubted you, Booth."

A feeling of foreboding washing over him, Booth stated, "I feel like our lives have been out of control since I was shot almost a year ago. No matter what we do, Heather Taffett keeps coming back and haunting us. I thought it was over when she was murdered, but it's not. I've never hated someone as much as I hate the late unlamented Taffett. Damn her anyway."

Sad for Booth, Brennan removed her arm from her afghan and wrapped it around Booth's arm, "She's dead and so is Brodsky, maybe now we'll finally get some peace."

Leaning his head against her head, Booth sighed, "God I hope so. I'm so damned tired."

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