AN: I hope you guys are still with me. This one is more historical and shipper friendly, I hope you guys like it because it's what I really wanted to do.
The Love Story in the Thirties
Chapter 1
April, 1934
"C'mon, Bones! Chop, chop!"
"Booth, there is no need to be so impatient."
"We've got a case.", he said with a smile.
Temperance quickly grabbed her coat and headed out the door, "Well, hurry up then, don't just stand there." Booth chuckled and quickly caught up with her.
They were walking towards the elevator, when Booth suddenly tried to hide himself behind Temperance.
"Booth? What are you doing?"
"Tessa!" Booth hissed.
Temperance looked around for the blonde DOJ employee that Ang had set Booth up with. "I see her. It's ridiculous for you to hide behind me. Why don't you just face her?"
"Because I don't associate with stalkers."
"Don't exaggerate. I'm sure she isn't a stalker"
"She's still cuckoo. She knew way too much about me and she kept going on about how Parker needed a mom. It gave me the heebie-jeebies."
"She's gone now. Let's go, I don't anyone tampering with evidence."
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On the ride back from the crime scene Temperance started an old argument.
"Booth do you know what next week is?"
"Your birthday?"
"No."
"Something at some museum?"
"That is extremely vague since there is bound to to be an exhibit opening next week at a museum somewhere in the country."
"The anniversary of the death of John Wilkes Booth?"
"Booth! I'm being serious."
"Fine, I give up. What happens next week?"
"Next week, I'll have worked for the Bureau for a year."
"No kidding? Time sure does fly doesn't it? Do you want me bring you a cake? Me and Parker make a pretty good Devil's Food cake."
"That's very kind of you, but you know what I would appreciate even more?"
"Not this again!"
"A career as a Forensic Anthropologist!"
"Bones, I promised you I'd help you and I will."
"That's what you say every time we discuss it!"
"Well, maybe if you would stop bringing it up, you wouldn't keep getting the same answer."
"I need to keep reminding you or else you'll stop working on it."
"That's not true. I have to wait for the opportune moment."
"And that would be when?"
"I don't know, Bones. That's why its called waiting." snapped an irritated Booth. Booth turned his attention back to the road but he could fell Temperance's eyes boring into him. "Fine! I need Cullen to owe me a favor, which he does. And for Hoover to owe Cullen a favor. That's what I'm waiting for."
Temperance sighed, "I suppose I must endure."
"Have you been talking to Angela's artist friends again?"
"No, I spend most of my time with Sully, well, when we're not at work."
"So, still secretly dating?"
"You know we are."
"Nope, I'm not supposed to know anything remember?" he gave her that goofy grin of his, which earned him a playful slap on the arm.
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As soon as they entered the bull pen, Charlie intercepted them and informed Booth that he was needed in Cullen's office. Temperance continued on to the lab, while Booth headed to Cullen's office. When he arrived he saw that Sully was already there.
Booth nodded to both of them, "Director Cullen, Sully."
"Booth, have a seat. Now, I called you both in here because Hoover is sick and tired of this Dillinger mess, he's finally sending in the reinforcements Purvis asked for. The D.C. office is the best and you two are the best here. We just got word of Dillinger's location. Purvis is planning an ambush, and he needs agents with your skills. You have two hours to get your things together and get to the airport, Pan Am flight 130. Here are your briefing packets, open them on the plane. There should be no need to tell you that this is classified information, no one is to know what you're doing nor where you're going."
Sully couldn't help asking, "Sir, exactly where are we going?"
"Wisconsin."
