(After The Pinocchio in the Planter)
Jenny1701 prompt (quite awhile ago): B&B go undercover as husband and wife. I hope this is what you wanted. This is where my muse decided to go.
I don't own Bones.
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Sitting in the Royal Diner, Booth glanced from his menu to his partner, "So, Bones, I have a favor to ask you and you have the right to say no; so, if it's no then it's no and that will be fine."
Brennan, sipped her coffee, placed her coffee cup down and frowned, "What's the favor?"
Placing his menu down, her partner smiled, "Well, you know I've been trying to track down Dean Reese for a week now and I just found out that the guy had plastic surgery before he came back to the states. I guess while he was hiding out in Canada he prettied himself up to make sure when he came back no one would recognize his ugly mug. Whatever identity he's using is pretty good, because no one can find him. We just know from an informer that he snuck back into the country last week and we need to find him before he starts killing again."
Interrupting Booth, Angela asked, "Isn't that the guy that robs Savings and Loans and always takes two hostages and kills one of them while he's escaping? That is one sick bastard. He just flips a coin and makes the hostages call heads or tails. The winner gets shot in the head."
Grimly, Booth responded, "Yeah that's the one. He disappeared into Canada six months ago and I figured we'd never see him again; but, we had an informer come forward and say that Reese found out his mother is dying and he came back to be near her. The only thing is we don't know what he looks like now. No one has seen Mrs. Reese have any unknown visitors but we figure her son may have found a way to visit her without our knowledge. I'm afraid once Reese's mother dies he'll take up his profession again. I need to find him before that happens."
Brennan, patiently waiting, saw Booth turn his attention back to her, "So anyway, you're fantastic when it comes to figuring out what people look like from their bones and stuff; so, I was hoping you'd go undercover with me. I have an idea where we can look for him; but, I need your help to find him. You up for it? Remember you can say no."
Excited, Brennan hugged her coffee cup with her hands, "You know I love to go undercover, Booth. I am definitely in. What will be our cover story?"
Smiling at the happiness exuding from his partner, Booth picked up his coffee cup and sipped some of the black brew, "You'll love it. We'll be Tony and Roxie. Only this time you won't be engaged to be engaged, you'll be my wife."
Laughing, Brennan leaned forward, "Oh, you know that is a very good idea. We were quite successful in Vegas. Why not be engaged though? Why does my marital status matter?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Booth explained, "We're going to go undercover as a newly rich couple. We're going to be staying at the Lansdowne Resort in Leesburg. Our informer says his cousin told him that Reese plays there at least three days a week. He plays other courses too, but not as often and the informant wasn't sure exactly which ones. Apparently Reese is a golf nut. I thought we'd check in and play golf during the day and look for him on the course. If not there then maybe we can spot him in the restaurant or the club or whatever. It might take a week or so; so if you don't have time just say so."
Shaking her head, Brennan frowned, "No, I just have cold cases to work on. They can obviously wait. It's more important to stop Reese before he kills again. When do you want to go undercover?"
Interrupting the conversation, Angela asked, "Doesn't the informant know what the guy looks like?"
Shaking his head, Booth frowned, "Nah, our informant got his information from a cousin who use to date Reese before the guy turned into a psycho bank robber. His cousin talks to Reese by email but she hasn't actually seen him since he started to rob Savings and Loans. Apparently Reese still loves her and keeps in contact with her. Our informant wants Reese captured before he decides to hook back up with his ex-girlfriend. My informant is afraid for his cousin's life."
Glancing at Brennan and then back at Booth, the artist decided to probe a little deeper, "Why do you have to go as a married couple? I don't see why you can't just be a couple of friends golfing together."
Turning to stare at Angela, Booth frowned, "Sweets says that a married couple attracts less attention. We need to be able to golf and use the restaurant and the other facilities. If we're married, we'll look less suspicious and we'll fit in better with the people we're going to be around. Tony and Roxie need to be respectable so we don't generate a lot of talk. We want to spot Reese before he spots us. If we're married then they'll be less likely to gossip about us."
Turning back to Brennan, Booth smiled, "We can start tomorrow if you're available. Just pack a couple of bags. I'll provide the golf clubs and shoes. I've already made the reservation."
Surprised at Booth's planning asked, Angela laughed, "You've already made reservations? What if Brennan had said no?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Booth replied, "If Bones had said no then I would have asked Cam to go with me as Roxie."
Frowning, Brennan shook her head, "Cam would make a terrible Roxie, Booth. She isn't a big fan of the old movies like I am. I am a much better Roxie plus I've been undercover with you before and I know how you operate."
Reaching out his hand, Booth patted Brennan's hand, "You sure are; but, if you couldn't do it I needed someone to help me and Cam was my next best bet."
Staring into his friendly face, Brennan smiled, "You are of course correct. Still, I am available. Do you wish me to meet you at the Hoover tomorrow?"
Shaking his head, Booth answered, "Nah, I'll pick you up at your apartment around 8 or so tomorrow morning. Dress casually as a middle-class Roxie. We're rich but not old money so we don't flaunt our wealth. We also know the rules about how to treat people not like those stuck up bastards who think they're better than everyone else. We're going to be nice to the help since we were were recently working class."
Nodding her head, Brennan frowned, "Did we win the Lottery?"
Grinning, Booth squeezed her hand, "Yeah, we did. Good cover, huh?"
Smiling, Brennan stared at Booth's hand squeezing hers, "I think it's a great cover. There is a small problem with your plan though."
Puzzled, Booth frowned, "What's the problem?"
Glancing at Angela, Brennan explained, "I don't know how to play golf."
Winking at her, Booth squeezed her hand again, "Not a problem. That can fit in with our cover. I know how to play and I'll teach you while we're on the course. It will give us an excuse to go slow and let other players play through. You can study them better that way."
Angela, watching Booth squeeze Brennan's hand, felt a small thrill sweep up her spine. Hopeful that something might happen while they were undercover, Angela sighed with happiness.
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That afternoon, Angela was sitting in Brennan's office, "Why do you think Booth needs you to search for that guy. Don't they have female FBI Agents?"
Looking up from her journal, Brennan frowned, "Yes, of course they do. Booth considers some of them to be great investigators. He just realizes that I am at the top of my field and he wants to use my expertise. I should be able to identify Reese by studying his bones. Unless he's drastically altered his underlying bone structure it should present little trouble for me to identify him."
Slyly, Angela wondered a lot, "I suppose you two are going to be staying in the same hotel room?"
Frowning, Brennan asked, "How many married couples do you know that stay in separate hotel rooms?"
Laughing, Angela stood up and moved towards the doorway, "I think I'm a little jealous of you Brennan. You get to play dress up and go undercover like spies and get paid to do it. Your job can be so cool sometimes."
Smiling, Brennan nodded her head, "I know it is. I'm very lucky."
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A/N: This story is six chapters long (Or short depending upon your perspective).