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Angela worked for several hours before she finally had the information that Booth needed. Calling him, Angela wearily explained, "Okay, I found Combs. He's at the City Hospital in Martinsburg, West Virginia. I can't believe that he drove up there for medical help. Because of HIPPA I couldn't find out what he's there for. He's been there for three and a half days now."
Grimly looking at Lester, Booth responded, "You did great Angela. Lester and me will drive up there as soon as I let Cullen know what's going on . . . Oh, just to let you know, we found Louise's car. My techs are going over it right now. So far, they've found blood from two different sources in the car. They're going to run DNA and let me know who we have. They did tell me that the blood types match Louise and Combs."
Angela growled at the news, "Yeah, let him try to talk his way out of this one."
Ending his call, Booth smiled, "Well Lester, Angela found the bastard. He's at the City Hospital in Martinsburg, West Virginia."
Puzzled, Lester shook his head in disbelief. "Martinsburg? Damn that's quite a drive from here if you're hurt."
Booth didn't really care why Combs had driven that far, he was just glad they'd found him. "Who knows? It's a straight shot up 81 from Front Royal. I guess he dumped Louise's body and then he drove himself as far as he could. Maybe he thought crossing state lines would prevent us from finding him. It doesn't matter though."
Eager to go get him, Lester sneered, "He forgot we have the Jeffersonian helping us . . . the guys an idiot. Are we going up there now?"
Scratching his right hand, Booth replied, "As soon as I talk to Cullen . . . Combs thinks he's a genius. Now he's going to find out what a genius really looks like."
Eager to be on his way, Booth stopped by the Jeffersonian to give Brennan a heads up. Entering her office, Booth smiled upon seeing the love of his life. "Hey, I'm on the way to Martinsburg, West Virginia. We're going to go get Combs."
Standing, Brennan walked quickly over to where Booth was and wrapped her arms around his waist. Pleased to see him, she leaned against him and kissed him. "Please be careful. Combs is psychotic and I don't want you to get hurt. Do you want me to come with you?"
Booth returned her kiss and assured her. "Nope, Lester and Brian are in the truck. They're good and I can count on them to have my back. You stay here and I'll call you when we arrest the bastard. I appreciate you wanting to come with me, but I'm sure the guy isn't going to be a problem. He's been in the hospital for over three days. You know they don't keep you that long anymore unless you have something seriously wrong with you."
Brennan knew he was trying to protect her, but in this case, he was right. Combs was in trouble if he was in the hospital that long. "Alright. Once this is over, I expect you to become my full time partner again. Brian is fine as a temporary partner, but he isn't you."
Filled with pride, Booth leaned over and kissed Brennan once more.
They'd been on the road for a little while when Brian asked Booth, "Are we going to inform the Virginia State police before we make the arrest?"
Glancing back at Brian, Booth shook his head. "Nope. They're out of it for now. Combs is in West Virginia. We need to let the Martinsburg Police department know we're there when we get there. Cullen said he was going to personally call the Police Chief to let him know we were on the way and to ask him to send some officers to the hospital to make sure that Combs doesn't leave before we get there. The Virginia State police can find out about it once we get Combs back to D.C. . . . they screwed this case up so there is no way in hell they're going to be in on the arrest."
Lester, glanced over at Booth and then back at the road. "What about extradition? If Combs balks we'll have to go through the courts to get him extradited back to D.C."
Smiling grimly, Booth replied, "We'll ask him nicely to come with us. If he gives us trouble then that won't be a problem. I'm sure the Martinsburg Police will be more than happy to hold the bastard until we can move him."
Excited that they were going to be able to do something about Combs, Lester glanced at Booth once more and commented. "I hope Louise tore one of his balls off. It's what he deserves."
Amused, Brian laughed and poked the back of Lester's head. "God Lester. You're a vindictive son of a bitch."
Watching the road zip by, Lester responded, "You're damn right I am. Why do you think I want to be a cop? . . . I want to make scum like Combs pay for the misery they spread. They're a virus and I'm part of the cure."
Brian stared at the back of Lester's head and gleefully stated, "Boy Lester, maybe we should make you stay outside the hospital while we make the arrest. We wouldn't want you to accidentally shoot Combs."
Angry at the thought of being shut out, Lester snapped at the agent. "Ha Ha, Brian. If I shoot Combs it won't be by accident."
Turning to glare at Lester, Booth reminded the younger man. "This is all going to be done by the book. That guy is not going to get out of this. I need you to behave Lester, no accidents."
Lester knew that Booth was serious. "Hey, I am not going to jeopardize our arrest of Combs. I'm not crazy."
Holding his broken arm out a little from his body, Booth snidely commented, "Oh yeah, you fooled me."
Blushing, Lester glanced at Booth and saw the raised arm. "That was an accident. How many time to do I have to apologize?"
Pleased with himself, Booth shifted his right arm in the sling. "Just don't have any accidents around Combs. I want that guy to fry for what he did to those poor women. I don't want to give him a way to walk away from this."
So, they're going after Combs. My case is getting close to the end. Just the case, not the story.