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Title: The Body in the Story
Summary: Some stories are worth repeating and some people are just worth talking to again...
Rating: T
Genre: Drama/Romance/Mystery/Tragedy
Characters: Temperance "Bones" Brennan, Seeley Booth, Camille "Cam" Saroyan, Tim "Sully" Sullivan, Angela Montenegro, Jack Hodgins, Zach Addy, and Sam Cullen
Other People: Raycheil Alai Raines, Colby John Raines, Geoffrey Tim Jakes, Autumn Joyce Sparks, Gregory Alan Collins, Dakota James Jones, Shelbey Alaina Jones, and Aaron Hayes
Pairings: Booth/Brennan, Ange/Jack, Cam/Sully and family relationships
"When was the last time you saw your daughter, Mr. Jakes?" Booth asked the six-foot tall, built, sixty-two-year-old man. He and Brennan were sitting in chairs in front of Jakes' desk. Well, Booth was more or less leaning forwards in his seat.
Geoffrey Jakes was a man you should have been afraid of. A man that you would not want to run into in a dark alley. But he didn't scare Seeley Booth in the least. He wasn't the least bit intimidating to the agent.
With complacency, Booth slapped the photo of Raycheil in front of Jakes. Brennan couldn't understand why her partner was acting this way.
"How did she die?"
"That's not the question I asked you."
Brennan sighed and slapped herself inwardly. Booth had blown it before. He'd also hadn't blown it before. But this was going overboard. They were sure to lose the case because of this.
Geoffrey Jakes sat back in his chair, totally unswayed by Booth's intimidating move. to the man, it wasn't intimidating in the least. He could have cared less. "Agent Booth, I understand that your job is to intimidate and find answers. But understand that you Sir do no intimidate me." He paused, sending a hard stare at Booth who clicked his tongue. It was then that Jakes reminded Brennan of her father.
"And," he continues putting a finger on Raycheil's photo, "I know nothing about her death. I didn't even speak to her."
Booth nodded. "Since your, uh, wife died, I believe it was said." He paused. "Mr. Jakes, your daughter's husband told us that Raycheil had a close cousin. Timothy."
"Know nothing about him."
"Are you lying to me, Mr. Jakes?" Booth leaned back in his seat, arms folded.
Silence fell in the room. Brennan looked at Booth, then to Jakes. "Did you--did Raycheil have any enemies that you knew of or about?"
"How should I know? I didn't speak to her."
"As a child?"
"No."
Brennan paused, then asked, "Do you know me, Mr. Jakes?" Booth grinned at the question, knowing where his partner was coming from.
"No. All I know is that you're the book writing anthropologist from DC," Jakes replied.
Booth snorted and both Jakes and Brennan looked at him. "Hey," the agent held his hands up, "it was a good description."
"What does that have to do with my daughter?"
"Woah, woah, woah. hold it right there," Booth eyed the man. "You don't speak to her, you walked out on her when she had nobody left but this cousin nobody remembers anything about and you call her your daughter anyway?"
Jakes stood up. "She's my daughter in name, Agent Booth. Blood means nothing to me. Now what does Dr. Brennan have to do with my daughter?"
"Want to forget that now, huh?" Booth snapped. "Get back to the murder of your daughter. Timothy. who was he?"
"I don't know anything about any close cousin," Jakes said, his tone crisp. "The only family I knew about that she had were myself and her mother. Her mother died and I walked out. She was alone for all I knew."
"Are you lying to me," Booth asked more aggressively.
"Agent Booth--"
"Are you lying to me, Mr. Jakes," Booth was getting agitated.
Brennan grabbed his wrist. "Booth, stop."
"Mr. Jakes, your daughter's husband made it very clear that you would do this. That you would not supply any information becuase you held a grudge for twenty years to Raycheil, your wife, or quite possibly both! But it is my job," Booth slammed his hand on the desk, "to make sure you give me every freaking peice of information you have on Raycheil Raines whether or not you like it!"
Brennan sat in her chair, completely taken aback by the display just shown. Something was obviously wrong with her partner. She just didn't know what was agitating him so much.
Heavy silence fell and all that could be heard was Booth's heavy breathing. He and Jakes stared each other in the eye with the same cold intensity. Jakes was completely unswayed and immovable.
"Booth," Brennan stood up and took his arm. "Let's just go. We have enough to feed the team with."
"No," he shook his arm from her hold, "not until I get some answers and rest assured, I'm getting answers." He looked at Jakes with pure business in his eyes. "What do you really know about your daughter, Mr. Jakes? Huh? Do you really want to know how she died? How she got murdered? Who murdered her? Huh? Because I can tell you if you would just give me what I need!"
Silence fell again and in a blinding moment, Jakes slug Booth across the face, ultimately knocking the agent down to the ground, nose bleeding.
"Oh my God," Brennan shot out of her seat and helped him up. Booth, though, had different ideas. he shook himself from his partner and slammed his fist on the desk.
"You had better stick around. Whether or not I will consider you a suspect, and rest assured I will, you are going to give us something at one time or another. Because the guilt is going to overtake you in such an unimaginable way that you will not be able to handle it!" Booth wiped his bloody nose on his sleeve. "And you will pay and you will know." He looked at Brennan. "Let's go, Bones."
Brennan nodded and turned to head for the door. Booth grabbed Raycheil's picture and thrust it in font of an unmoved Jakes. "Your daughter may have died because you couldn't tell us a sole thing. And you will rue the day when you realize that." He turned around and followed Brennan, stopping at the door. "And you are so lucky that I didn't think twice about shooting you in the face. Because I probably would have."
Tim Sullivan swore he had a headache coming on by now. After just an hour of searching for every 'Timothy' that lived in Philadelphia, he'd come up with only two names so far. Timothy J. Kites and Timothy L. Yager. And he still had a long list ahead of him.
"Hey."
Sully put his head up, his eyes meeting Cam directly. "Hi," he looked back at his computer screen and scrolled down inch by inch, making sure he missed nothing.
"Did you find--"
"No," Sully threw his pen down in frustration. "There are only two reported names of 'Timothy' in Philadelphia and I doubt that either of them knew Raycheil or her family."
Cam took a seat next to him. "Well it can't hurt to try calling them. How far did you get?"
"I'm only on Page Two," Sully ran a hand through his hair. "And I honestly don't think this can help." He came to the end of tha page and went to Page Three.
Cam smirked. "Well now you're on Page Three. Maybe your luck will change."
"And maybe it won't," Sully grabbed a Tylenol bottle from his desk. "For as far as I'm concerned, maybe we're looking for the wrong guy."
"How can we do that?"
"I don't know," Sully shrugged. "It's just that something about this whole thing feels fishy."
"Because Brennan's in Philly with Booth just after your guys' break up?" Cam asked smartly.
Sully looked at her after downing three pills dry. "No. I have no problems with that."
"Right, which is exactly why you rant."
"I'm not ranting," Sully jotted down another name. Timothy D. Taylor.
Cam was silent for a moment, just looking at the agent, then sighed. "You need to forget about it."
"I am. They're partners, they work together. Am I just going to stop it because our relationship ended? I'm not that heartless," he shook his head and Cam clicked her tongue.
"That's true, but you're still pining for her."
"No I'm not."
Cam shook her head and put up her hands. "Okay. Fine. I believe you."
Sully grunted and continued to stare at the screen, scrolling down until he hit the jackpot. He grinned. "Bingo."
"What did you find?" Cam looked over his shoulder.
Sully pointed to the screen, where there were five 'Timothy' names under Philadelphia. "Looks like I hit our key."
Cam smacked his arm. "Well don't just stare at them, write them down!"
Picking up his pen, he wrote down the five new names: Timothy M. Lokia, Timothy J. Surrone, Timothy L. Jervasia, Timothy R. Jones, and Timothy N. Sullivan. Cam looked at him. "Isn't that your name?" She asked.
Sully looked. "No. My middle initial isn't 'N'," he looked back down.
Cam smirked. "What is it?"
Sully looked up at the screen and shook his head, a smile playing on his face as well. "Nothing you would need to know."
Laughing, Cam hung her head, then headed for the door. "Let me know when you find out anything else. And if you wouldn't mind giving Booth a call about the names you already have..."
Sully shook his head. "No problem."
"Then they can call and look around."
"I'll give them the addresses."
Cam smiled. "Thanks."
Sully looked up and smiled at her. "Sure. Anything I can do to help."
Cam smiled and nodded, heading out to the halls and into the direction of the platform to check on the other members of the team. Sully, in turn, just shook his head with a smile.
He was falling for Camille Saroyan.
Perfect...
Yay a little bit of sweet Camullivan!
Jay