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This story is No. 6 in the series "The Unrevealed World.". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Xander must deal with the identification of past bodies.

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Television > Bones > Xander - CenteredLetomoFR151211,359418066,32921 Jan 121 Jun 12Yes

The Deal in the FBI Building.

The Deal in the FBI Building.

A/N: Still alive, still working, just had a nasty test I was studying for. So, Touched by a Xander is now done, so time to continue Bodies. Still don't own any of the intellectual properties, save the story I am now writing.



“Monica?” Xander’s voice sounded stunned.

“Hello Xander. I’m your attorney for today.”


"Wait, that's right. You'd said you were a lawyer. Wow. How lucky is this?"

"Well, I did see your name and choose to come. I thought it would be nice to give you the chance you gave me and the others - the chance to continue to live free." She smiled gently at the larger man.

"Cool! So, what chance of getting me out of here, without myself or one of my friends getting charged?"

"That depends. I read the basic papers they have, but I don't have your side of the story. What can you tell me?"

Xander quickly recapped what he had told the Prosecutor and FBI agent just a bit earlier, again leaving out the supernatural elements. Monica listened in carefully. She actually knew more, knew what had happened, but also knew she couldn't reveal that. She was not able to lie, not without Falling, but that didn't mean she had to tell everything she knew, either.

"Is your friend ever going to come back to the States? Or, another line of thought, could she have been taking the credit for someone else?" Even with his lawyer, Xander hadn't told Buffy's name.

"Business and family might bring her back here, so the idea of ratting her out is out. Not to mention, it isn't something I could live with doing. As for taking someone else's credit - that isn't impossible, normally, she does have a complex of seeing herself as the important one, but . . . in this case, no. Someone else actually did show up to help, but she refused more than a token of a helping hand, wanting to do it herself."

"Wait, maybe we can do something else - what was he called again? I can do some research tonight, see if I can find more on him. Maybe we can get it negotiatied down to something else. Does that sound good?"

"Um, does that mean I have to spend the night here?"

"I'm- I'm afraid so. Unless you can think up some way to convince them to let you go. I'm having trouble thinking up such a thing." She looked sorry at the thought.

"Oh, it's no problem. I've slept in much worse places! After the time in Africa, well, it isn't a problem."

Monica knocked on the door, to alert the guards she was ready to be let out. Xander, when they discovered that the lawyer would be coming back in the morning, was taken to a holding cell for the night.

***

Monica came back in the morning, loaded with information. All of it was accessible by human means, but it would have taken most people weeks to gather it; even experts would have needed a few days. There were advantages to being an angel.

She sat in the same interview room, with Xander beside her. They had spoken for a few minutes, then called in the DA. Caroline entered, but not Agent Perotta. Instead, another man entered with the DA, carrying all the papers for her. He wasn't introduced, just sitting and getting everything organized for Ms. Julian.

"So, are you ready to give me the name of the person that killed the 'gang-leader'?"

"At this time, my client is not. However, I would note that there was a series of warrants for the man Xander had only known as Caleb. In Texas, there are 12 warrants on a string of murders for one 'Father' Caleb Edgar Rook. From Indiana, there are 9 warrants for murders, for one 'Pastor' Cal Knight. Illiniois, 4 warrants, unknown priest answering only to Caleb. Missouri, 7 warrants, for 'Monsignor' Caliban Arrhabonem. Nevada, 17 warrants in various counties, for various different aliases, such as Caleb Pedina, Cal Cavaliere, Calvin Miles, it goes on. Here are some of the attached pictures." Monica handed over a stack of photos and drawings, all of which were, one way or another, recognizable as the man from the computer picture created by the Angelatron.

"Do you really want to go after this? When this information becomes publically available at a trial, you aren't going to win, I'm quite sure. And, I will make sure that whoever is defending Xander's friend gets this information," Monica continued.

Caroline glared at her. She understood this, had understood what was going to be happening as soon as the third sentence had come out of the other's lips. Having it spelled out, well . . .

It did, however, give her an excuse. "Well, cherie, that's interesting. But, I'm going to need to verify it. Andre?" The man beside her took the stack. "We'll be back in a few hours."

***

"How did we not know this earlier?!"



Obviously, TBC
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