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Nonchalantly, Lester entered Booth's office and sat down on the chair facing him. "So I saw Harris come in here and closed the door. What did he want?"

Calmly, Booth leaned back against his chair and stared at his lieutenant, "He wanted to eliminate me as a suspect in Brodsky's death."

"Cam said that Brodsky fell to his death." Rubbing his chin, Lester glanced at Booth's hands and then back at the man's face. "She said he got into a fight with someone and then maybe that's how Brodsky ended up at the bottom of the waterfall."

His eyes boring into Lester, Booth commented, "Yeah, I know."

Not sure he liked the close scrutiny, Lester tried to smile, "Harris should know that it's been colder than a witch's tit lately and there's no way you could track someone in that cold through a forest and then fight someone like Brodsky. I mean your health is pretty good, but you do have limitations. We all know that."

Booth's eyes hooded, his gaze moved over Lester's body, "Everyone knows too much about my business."

Unconcerned with Booth's scrutiny, Lester smiled, "Well, we're a family. We know everyone's business."

Crossing his arms, Booth nodded his head and stated, "A week ago, you asked for the day off because you needed to drive over to Roanoke to pick up something for Claire that she had special made."

Wary about Booth's intentions, Lester shrugged, "Yeah, she commissioned some painting for her office. I volunteered to go and pick it up for her. So?"

"You came back the next day and you were limping." Sure he knew what Lester had been up to, Booth remained unemotional as he watched his younger friend.

Shrugging his shoulders, Lester retorted, "I told you I fell down the stairs at home. Claire's cat hangs out on the stairs, it was dark and I didn't see the damn thing. Why the third degree? Do you think I killed Brodsky? What would be my motive? I didn't know the guy and I'm not a cop anymore. You told me you were going to stay away from him so I did too."

A slight smile on his lips, Booth leaned on his desk, "I didn't say I suspected you of anything."

Nervously, Lester cleared his throat, "Cam said Brodsky died in an accident. Hell, maybe he committed suicide out of remorse or something. She didn't use the word murder and neither did the other coroner who did the first autopsy."

Aware that Lester was lying, but just not sure what about, Booth nodded his head, "You're a good kid, Lester. You're loyal and . . . yeah. Now I'm sure you have work to do, so go do it."

Not sure what Booth was thinking and afraid to ask, Lester stood up, "Yeah, I need to go check on the Roman exhibit. Dr. Han called down and said that someone may have borrowed a dagger from the display and didn't let anyone know about it."

As Lester walked towards the door, Booth called out, "Check with Hodgins. He has a tendency to borrow things without asking first."

Waving his hand, Lester left the office and turned left towards Angela's office. He decided to warn her that Booth was asking questions before he went up to the second floor and talked to Dr. Han.

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Exiting his office, Booth spied Angela enter her office and decided that he'd visit her while Lester was on the second floor.

Not sure what he was going to say to her, Booth entered her office and found her in the back of her office, working with her Angelatron. "Hey, Angela."

Her demeanor rather cool, Angela kept her eyes on the screen in front of her, "Hey Booth."

Sitting down on the chair next to her PC, Booth crossed his legs and ran his hand down his tie, "I know that you hacked into the FBI database."

Not really surprised, Angela smiled, "Try to prove it."

Irritated, Booth informed her, "Be a smartass, I don't care, Angela, but if Harris gets a stick up his back and starts checking on people here at the Lab he will subpoena your computer and he does have some pretty sharp people working for him. You aren't the only computer genius out there."

Unconcerned, Angela entered a few things on her remote and watched new graphics appear on her screen, "They won't find anything, Booth. Stop worrying about it. Brodsky is dead, the gravedigger is dead and we finally have peace around here. I for one am glad that they're both dead and I'm not going to cry false tears about it. They both got what they deserved."

Scratching the side of his head, Booth sighed, "Harris is a damn fine investigator. If someone did something they shouldn't have then Harris just may find out about it."

Hitting a few more keys, Angela watched the graphics change once more, "Then I hope you didn't kill Brodsky, Booth. Brennan would be upset if you ended up in prison."

With no intention of taking her bait, Booth stood up, "The same goes for you too Angela."

Finally reacting, Angela turned and retorted, "Just worry about yourself, Booth. I heard you're a prime suspect with the FBI. Don't give Agent Harris any reason to arrest you. I'm sure you didn't do it, but what do I know. You were a Ranger and a sniper . . ." The look on Booth's face enough to stop her, Angela nodded her head and assured him, "I know you didn't kill him, Booth. Just let the FBI do their job and keep out of it. For everyone's sake."

Message received, Booth nodded his head, "Alright." Moving away from her, Booth reminded her, "Make sure you're computers are clean, Angela. I can't help you if they take them and find something."

Grimly, Angela responded, "I told you, Booth. There isn't anything to find."

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After work, Booth and Brennan decided to get some take out and eat at home. Neither in the mood to cook they both agreed that picking up some Thai would do in a pinch.

The cartons on the kitchen table, Booth sat down as Brennan retrieved two plates and two glasses of iced tea. Restless, Booth shifted on his chair and placed his hands on the table before him, "Bones . . ." Still not sure if he should say anything, he sighed and shook his head.

Worried about Booth's mood, Brennan handed him a plate, one of the iced teas and sat down, "What's wrong, Booth? You've been moody all day. You barely talked to me this afternoon and not at all on the way home. Are you angry with me about something?"

Slowly shaking his head, Booth decided to tell her, "I think Lester killed Brodsky and Angela helped him."

Shocked, Brennan sat down and stared intently at him, "Why do you suspect them?"

"Someone tracked Brodsky and Angela would have the skills to do it with those crazy computer skills she has. She's kind of a computer whisperer." His hand on one of the cartons, Booth paused, "If she found Brodsky, she could have told Lester and he could have hunted the man down. Or . . . see, here's the thing, I don't understand how they got Brodsky to go out to the waterfall. Jacob was smart and one of the best. He didn't know Lester so, how did Lester get him to meet him there? Brodsky was a hell of a Ranger before he retired and joined the Dallas Police Department, so I can't figure it out. I would have expected Jacob to beat Lester in any fight."

Considering what he said, Brennan responded, "Lester was a Ranger too and he's younger than you or Brodsky. Lester is the same height and a little heavier than you are. I think he would be a good match for Brodsky. Lester keeps in shape like you do and I think it's entirely possible that he could beat Jacob Brodsky in a fight."

His elbow on the table, Booth placed his hand on his forehead and ran his fingers through the hair, "God, I don't want to think Lester murdered someone, even Jacob Brodsky. He's . . ." Closing his eyes, he fretted, "He has so much to lose and for what? He didn't know Jacob and he's not a cop. I'm worried sick that Lester killed Jacob and Angela helped him."

Her concern rising, Brennan asked her husband, "What are you going to do?"

Opening his eyes, Booth lowered his hand and grabbed the carton again. "I'm not going to do a damn thing except pray that they get away with it if they did it. I'm not a cop anymore."

Her arms crossed against her breasts, Brennan replied, "They may have done it and I'm pretty sure I know why. If they did it, it was to protect us."

His heart aching, Booth nodded his head, "Yeah, I guess I know that."

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