This takes place after Change In The Game.
I don't own Bones, by the way. If I did , Booth and Brennan would travel more.
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"Booth says there's no such thing as coincidence in a murder investigation. I know he's right because I've seen it over and over again," Brennan said to her father. "You're telling me that you just happened to come across the body when you went to the Men's Room?"
"Tempe, I swear I had nothing to do with this. I'm a victim of circumstance," Max said, spreading his fingers out and holding them up between himself and his daughter. "Do you see any blood? Do you see any bruising on my hands or arms? The guy was beat to death. How could I have left my seat, walked what seemed like a half a mile to this restroom, beat the guy to death, called 911, have no opportunity to change my clothes or take a shower and not have blood on me if I did it? Be reasonable. There were two other guys in this room with me. They'll tell you what I told you. I found the body. End of story."
"Come on Bones," Booth said. "Even you have to admit that there is no way Max could have killed the guy. What he said was true. If he had done it, he would have at least some blood on his clothes and his hands would be pretty beat up. Besides look at the victim. The guy must be about 6 foot 4 inches and his drivers license says he was 32 years old. Your Dad is old. There is no way he could have done this."
"Heah", Max said with great indignation. "Who are you calling old? If I wanted to, I could kill you and you'd be dead before you even knew you were in trouble."
"Dad", Brennan said very crossly. "You're not helping your case. You tell me you didn't kill the victim and then you threaten to kill Booth. If you're trying to reassure me, you're doing a terrible job."
Laughing Booth, pointed his pen at Max, "Yeah, Max, your doing a great job there. Keep it up and Bones will start to insist I arrest you. Then where will you be? In jail. Bones is my partner and if I think she's right, I will arrest you, so keep it up."
Brennan always appreciated it when Booth listened to her and relied on her to help in his cases. This time was no exception. "Thanks, Booth."
"Your welcome, Bones," Booth said with a smile. Looking fondly at Brennan, Booth touched her on the arm to reassure her that everything was fine.
"Oh God, you know what? I liked it better when you two use to argue. This polite crap you guys have between you is very nauseating", Max said with a frown. "Come on, bicker at least a little bit. This charade you two are putting on is pretty thin."
"What charade are you talking about, Dad?" Brennan asked. "I don't understand."
"Ha, do you think everyone is blind around you? You two are up to something. I know it. Cam there knows it. Even that kid who's standing next to you knows it. By the way, since when have the FBI started hiring 12 year olds. Things can't be that bad."
The 12 year old kid in question was Agent Shaw. She knew that Max was Dr. Brennan's father, so instead of saying anything and embarrassing both her and Booth, Agent Shaw shot Max a look of disapproval instead.
Booth realizing that Agent Shaw might not see the humor in the situation, sent her out to question the two men who had entered the restroom with Max during the concert.
"You know, Max, someday you're tongue is going to get you into serious trouble. It's a miracle you still have one," Booth said with just a little anger in his voice. "Don't abuse my agents. I don't like it and I won't tolerate it."
Holding his hands up, Max said, "Alright, don't get your panties tied into a knot. I just don't like my own daughter treating me like I'm a suspect in a murder investigation. It's hurts me."
Brennan looking up from the body, said, "But you are Dad. So are the other two men who came in with you. I'm going to swab your hands and clothes in a minute to see if I can find any trace of blood. Once I've done that and if I don't find any, then you will be eliminated as a murder suspect, well, at least for now. I mean, you did say you didn't touch the body before you called 911, didn't you? If you're innocent, then I won't find any blood."
Dropping his head to his chest and shaking his head, Max just muttered to himself, "I just went to a concert."
Laughing Booth, turned around and walked out of the restroom. He needed to check and make sure his agents were doing what he had told them to do. Brennan could take care of herself when it came to her father. In fact, if he was still a betting man and he wasn't, he would have bet that Brennan would always come out on top when it came to a battle of wills between her and her father. You had to love Bones. She was no ones doormat.
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Poor Max. It's hard to live down a past like his. Let me know if you like this one, or not. Thanks.