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Okay here we are FINALLY the sequel to Murder in Maluku. If you've landed here and haven't read that go do that before starting this or you won't know half of what is going on. To everyone who has waited so patiently, thank you! It took me seven months to write this which was about five months less than it took to write Murder in Maluku so I'm getting better. So here you go...
End of Murder in Maluku:
Brennan sighed as she felt a warm arm slip around her. She snuggled closer to the body that had wrapped itself around her. Booth took off his brace and set it on the nightstand next to her alarm clock.
"I love you," he whispered after kissing the top of her head. Day fled into night as the two slept together content at the peace currently surrounding them.
Espionage in D.C.
Two Months Later: October 26th
The sun rose, shining light in through the blinds and causing Brennan to groan. Rolling over, she found her face pressed into Booth's chest. Smiling mischievously, she placed a wet kiss on the skin in front of her. Booth groaned at the contact and blinked blearily.
"Time to get up, Booth. Your test is today," Brennan reminded Booth. He rolled onto his back and threw his arm over his eyes. The two months of physical therapy now came down to this test.
"Do I have to?" Booth said in a fake whining tone. Brennan laughed softly then ran her hands from his pecs to his abdomen. Booth growled and flipped her on her back with a grin.
"You don't want me to be worn out before I even get to the test, so stop teasing," he growled as he kissed her throat.
"Ummm, I guess not," she sighed.
Booth rolled off her, got out of the bed and ambled to the bathroom. Brennan watched through slit eyelids as he disappeared. Groaning, she rolled out of the bed and headed to the kitchen to make coffee. Once the coffee was started, Brennan headed back to the bedroom and began to pull out her clothes for the day. As she was bent over digging in the bottom drawer for a shirt, she felt her hips grabbed from behind.
"Booth, this position makes it difficult to stand up," Brennan said calmly.
Booth chuckled, stepped back and waited for Brennan to stand up. As she stepped toward the shower he reached out, wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him. Kissing her softly, he smiled against her mouth when he noticed her eyes were closed. Sliding her eyes open slowly, she smiled at him. Pulling away, she went into the bathroom and started the shower.
Booth dug around in the drawers until he located a pair of his boxers. Digging some more, he grumbled about women's underthings as he pulled out a pair of socks. Still grumbling, he pulled open the second drawer and pulled out an undershirt. Tossing them on the bed, he strode to the closet, and pulled out a suit and threw it on top of the undershirt. He pulled off the towel wrapped around his waist then pulled on his boxers and undershirt.
Leaving the room, he padded to the kitchen and pulled down two coffee mugs. Pouring himself and Brennan each a mug, he fixed hers the way she liked it then padded back to the bedroom. Opening the bathroom door, he set the mug of coffee on the counter and closed the door with a grin. When Brennan came from the bedroom, she was completely dressed and was carrying a half empty coffee cup.
She leaned over Booth's shoulder and kissed his cheek as she set the mug down on the counter next to him. Turning his head, Booth kissed her softly on the mouth. Smiling, she stepped back, gently turned his head and began to massage his neck. Booth tilted his head and let out a low groan.
"Don't push too hard on the sit-ups; make sure you do them properly. The tendons are still weak," Brennan advised him. Booth snorted, straightened his neck then took another sip of his coffee. Brennan sat down next to him and finished hers.
"Okay Bones, time to go. Come on," Booth urged her.
Smiling, she turned off the coffee pot and grabbed her messenger bag and keys. They rode the elevator down and climbed into her Mercedes. Putting the top down, Brennan grinned at Booth and started the car.
"I can't believe I'm letting you drive," Booth grumbled.
"You have no choice. The FBI has not given you back the Sequoia and you are not on my insurance policy, yet," Brennan smirked. Driving swiftly but surely Brennan got Booth to Quantico a half an hour before his test.
"Now, go pass your test. I expect an A," Brennan said giving him a kiss.
Booth grinned at her and headed to the locker room. When he came out to the field, he glanced over at the bleachers and saw the entire squint squad lined up along the rail. The new recruits looked at Booth as he walked out onto the field.
"Don't push too hard, Pops. You might have a heart attack," one of the young recruits smirked at him. Booth raised his eyebrow and stared at the young man. Booth began to stretch out his muscles with only one thought in his mind. Pass this test so he could get back to work.
"Alright guys. First up is the sit-ups," an instructor called out. Booth lay down on the grass and crossed his arms over his chest. He heard the whistle blow and began to count as he pulled up into position. Hearing the whistle blow he stopped and grimaced at the pain that had shot up the back of his head. Getting to his feet, he rubbed the back of his head.
"What's the matter old man? Hurt yourself?" The same rookie called out with a laugh. Booth growled and stalked toward the line for the 300 meter sprint.
"Eat my dust, rookie," Booth smirked at the young man.
The whistle blew and Booth was off like a shot. Thirty-two and a half seconds later he crossed the line not even panting. He stood waiting for the rest to reach the line. Watching as the young rookie came in another two seconds behind him, Booth smirked at the kid. Next they lined up on the field for the pushups; the young rookie was again next to Booth. The whistle blew and Booth let his mind wander as he began to do the push ups. Ten minutes later, the instructor was standing next to him with the other rookies gathered around. Booth had barely broken a sweat and the instructor was chuckling.
"Okay Booth, we get it. You were in the army, you can do pushups. You can stop you scored a ten," the instructor said still chuckling. Booth stopped and jumped to his feet looking around at the sweaty, red faced rookies with a self satisfied grin. When they lined up for the mile and a half run the squints began to cheer.
"Bring your own cheering squad?" The rookie smirked at Booth.
"You know, kid, that's my team. They're here because they want me back working with them," Booth said with a slight snarl.
The whistle blew and as Booth breezed past the team they cheered even louder. Grinning, he stretched his legs and ate the mile and half up in six minutes and ten seconds. Booth again was the first to cross the line and stood waiting for the others. When the rookies reached the line, Booth strode off towards the others. Brennan came down the steps and waited for him.
"A definite 'A', Special Agent Booth," Brennan said with a happy grin.
Booth grinned then rubbed the back of his head. Brennan gently pushed him down on a bench. Running her fingers through his hair, she felt around for a moment. Opening her messenger bag, she pulled out a cold pack, cracked it and held it to the back of his head. Booth groaned at the relief that the pack brought to the back of his head. The rookie walked over and stood nearby.
"Break something old man?" The rookie said with a laugh. Brennan's eyes shot up and narrowed at the young man. This just made the rookie laugh even harder. The instructor walked up behind the rookie and huffed out a laugh.
"You know, considering he scored almost twenty points higher than you and he had major surgery on his skull two months ago, you'd do well not to laugh at Special Agent Booth," the instructor advised.
"He's icing after the physical test, though. More accurately, his girlfriend is icing his head," the rookie laughed out.
"That's his partner, one Dr. Temperance Brennan. You really don't want to screw with her, her partner, or her team," the instructor advised again.
"Okay, Bones, I'm going to hit the showers. By the time I'm done they should have my scores," Booth said softly. Nodding, she stepped back, let him stand up and leave. Walking back up to the Jeffersonian team, she sat down to wait.
"So, did he pass?" Angela asked with marked enthusiasm.
"Of course he did. You only have to score 12 points to pass; he scored a 38," Brennan said with a smile. Twenty minutes later, Booth climbed the bleachers and sat down near the group gathered on the benches.
"Way to go, man," Hodgins said with a huge smile.
"Haven't gotten the results yet," Booth told him with a frown.
"Booth, you got 38 out of 40 points. That is more than adequate to pass. You only needed 12 to pass," Brennan said with a grin.
"Only you, Bones, would find that kind of information out," Booth said returning her grin. The group waited and the instructor approached Booth. Handing Booth the sheet with his scores, the instructor shook his hand.
"Congratulations, Special Agent Booth. You are cleared to return to work tomorrow," he told Booth. Booth took the sheet with a grin and looked at the squints with a raised eyebrow.
"The Diner," they said in unison. Climbing into their vehicles, the team made their way to the diner. They all sat around several tables pushed together eating when Sweets entered.
"What I wasn't invited?" Sweets almost whined. Everyone at the table paused to look at him. Sweets' mouth fell open and his eyes widened as he realized he had missed Booth's test.
"I'm so sorry, Booth. I forgot your test was today," Sweets apologized immediately.
"Not a problem, Sweets. Have a seat," Booth said, pulling out a chair.
Sweets dropped down into the offered chair. Booth raised his eyebrows when Sweets picked up a fork and stabbed into Brennan's bowl of fruit. Brennan smacked at his hand, purposely missing, as he drew it away from her bowl with a chunk of pineapple on the fork. After everyone had finished eating they threw their money down on the table and left the diner. Brennan and Booth paused outside the door, cocking her head to the side Brennan questioned Booth.
"Are you coming to the lab?" Booth slid his sunglasses on his face, stuck his hands in his pockets, looked at the sky and smiled.
"Where else would I go?" Brennan huffed out a laugh and walked over to her car. Booth got in on the passenger's side and waited for her. Climbing in, Brennan started the car and drove over to the Jeffersonian. Walking in through the sliding doors, Brennan felt a calming peace wash over her. Booth paused behind her and watched the calm expression come over her face.
No matter where she wandered or where she roamed, this would be her home and now she realized it. Brennan made her way to her office and walked in the door. Pausing, she let out a sigh as she looked around. Booth followed her into the office and flopped down on the couch as he looked around. Setting her bag down she began to put her office back together.
Moving the coffee table, she unrolled the hand knotted silk carpet she had purchased on one of her trips to China. Placing the table back on top of the carpet, she moved to the pile of boxes in the corner. Shifting boxes around, she found the one she was looking for and tore the tape from the top. Looking around, she sighed and began to walk towards the door.
"What do you need, Bones?" Booth asked watching her looking around the office.
"A step stool, I am too short to lift these books back onto the top shelves," Brennan said with a frown. Booth stood up and walked over to where the boxes were sitting.
"You hand them to me and I'll put them up there," Booth offered. Brennan narrowed her eyes in thought but nodded. Walking to the box, she picked up the first book and Booth's mouth fell open at the size of the tome.
"What the heck kind of books are those?" Booth asked in stunned amazement. Brennan raised her eyebrow and handed him the first book. As he was placing the brown leather bound book on the shelf he read the spine and his mouth fell open in shock.
"You wrote this huge book?" Booth asked in stunned amazement.
"It is the dissertation for my Anthropology Doctorate," Brennan calmly stated as she handed him another book that looked exactly the same.
"Jeez Bones, how many theses did you write?"
"Well, Booth, technically these are my dissertations. Theses are for master's degrees, and I have those in here as well. They are not quite so large," Brennan said, as she handed him a third large tome.
"Well, now I know why it took Zach so long to write his while he worked here," Booth grumbled.
"These took me a year to write," Brennan said casually.
"Yeah, for a book this large I can believe it would take you a year," Booth said as she handed him another book.
"No Booth, it took me a year to write all three," Brennan said as she continued passing him books.
Booth was glad the books were getting smaller until she reached into the box and pulled out another large book. This one was black leather with gold writing on it.
Tomorrow: Iguanas, WongFu's, nuts, kissing Agent Dunn, DD214's, ticked off Brennan and a trip.
A/N Okay guys hang on to your hats! This story is going to be a fun ride =P. The first chapter is a little slow but it's necessary =) It took me forever to get everything right so I hope you will enjoy.
I'm excited to see what ya'll think so Please leave a review!