I don't own Bones, I know I have 206 in my body, but the Bones from Fox isn't mine.

The Resolution in the Confession

She woke early and went to work.

"Bones, we found the car. I think we got her, they found fingerprints. Come on lets go."

Bones grabbed her coat and followed him out. Neither of them talked about last night, but the old camaraderie had returned. They joked and fell into an easy way of talking again.

"Bones, I think you're right, I think she did it, but we still don't have any proof. We need something to tie her to the car, or in some way to the victim. The FBI will call as soon as they match the prints. His phone rang.

"Booth, yeah, ok, will do. Bye"

"Was that the crime lab?"

"Yes, we have a definite match from her on the car. Caroline said we will have our warrant in an hour."

"Let's go get us a bad guy."

He turned the car around and went to the house. They searched the house and the garage. Bones found traces of blood on the floor and took samples for DNA testing. They searched the whole house and didn't find the head. However, the blood was enough evidence to take her in for questioning.

Booth placed her hands behind her back, handcuffed her, and read her, her rights. "Jennifer McCarthy you are under arrest for the murder of your husband, Mark McCarthy. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?


When they got her into the interrogation room, she fell apart. She told them that one night they were out and she was drunk. He didn't want her to drive, but she took the keys from him. He refused to get in the car with her, and tried to block her from leaving. She became enraged and backed the car down the street, and hit him with it. He flew into the air, and his head became wedged in the windshield. She went home and parked the car in the garage. When she woke the next morning, he was dead.

"I didn't know what to do. I knew if I took him to the hospital, they would arrest me. Therefore, I waited for him to die, and brought the body to the dump. I hid it so well I didn't think they'd find it. He was a nobody; no one even noticed he was gone."

"When we found the body, the head wasn't attached, do you know what happened?"

"Yes, when I went to pull his body from the windshield of the car his head came off. I was so angry at him for making me do this, that I threw it over the embankment on the entrance ramp of the highway near my house."

Booth just shook his head and walked out of the room with Bones right behind. "I'll send a team to go look for the head, but with the confession, she's going away for a long time."

"How could she do that?" Bones asked him.

"I don't know Bones; this is one I never heard before. Can you imagine driving home with him stuck in the window? I'm surprised no one saw her."

"Cam said his vocal cords were probably cut when he went through the windshield, so he couldn't talk or yell. With all the broken bones he had, he couldn't get himself out. That's a horrible way to die."

Sweets had watched the whole confession. He met them outside. "She may go for insanity on this. I can't imagine a sane person doing that to another human being."

"I hope she doesn't get it. If she waited for him to die, right in her own garage, I can't imagine how insane that would make her." Booth said.

"Bones, what should we do about the kids?"

"I wonder? Want to take a ride?"

"Yeah, but where?"

"You'll see. Come on."

As Bones drove into Virginia, Booth knew what she was thinking. As he followed her to the familiar door, he hoped for her sake, it would work out.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, may we come in?"

"Yes, do you have more questions for us?"

"Well we do have a question, but it's more like a request."

They told them about how Mark's children now had no parents, and no living relatives.

"I have to tell you that I am from a foster care system that failed me. I was abused and mistreated, but having met you, I know that you are both the exception to the rule. Do you think it would be possible to take Mark's children into your home? I know they are young, and it may be difficult, but I would feel better if they were here."

Mrs. Johnson began to cry. "I would be so proud to raise his children. We always loved Mark as if he was our own, but the system may not allow them to cross State lines."

Booth spoke up. "I'm with the FBI, I can make anything happen."

Later that day, they again knocked upon the familiar door.

"Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, May we come in? I would like you to meet Amy and James McCarthy." Two young faces looked out from behind Bones. They stayed for lunch and helped the children settle into their new environment.

"Well, Bones I think it's time to go."

Mrs. Johnson hugged Temperance and whispered, "Dear thank-you so much, you have given us the greatest gift anyone could ever give us, and by the way you better hold onto that young man. He looks at you the way my husband looks at me, nothing could ever hide that type of love."

When they got back into the car, Booth asked, "Bones what did she say to you?"

"Just that she was happy." Bones smiled at the rest of the conversation that she knew she would probably never tell him.

They stopped at Booth's office to finish the paperwork. As they were leaving, Sweets walked by.

"Bones want to go out for dinner?"

Sweets said, "Can I come?"

Booth said, "No, I still need to deal with you and your shitty advice. This is just for Bones." He put his arm around her and led her away.

"One day at a time Bones ok? Just one day at a time."

"Sounds good to me. Let's go eat, I'm starving."

They walked away leaving Sweets standing there looking at them. As they rounded the corner, he took her hand in his.