"So, Why am I doing this again?" Dr. Brennan asked.
"Well we need to go undercover. There might be dead bodies involved and you have improved at your acting" Booth responded as he put his shirt on. He and Brennan were staying in a hotel room. Together.
Brennan nodded. "Um thanks. So why are we doing this?"
Booth knew that when Bones asked a lot of questions she was nervous. "We are going under cover because, the kids won't talk to us if they know that we are FBI." And we do need some time alone. Booth thought, but didn't dare say.
"Well I'm not FBI."
"Yeah, but you are a doctor, and to them that is just as bad."
"OK" Brennan replied as she came out of the bathroom wearing a silky black spaghetti strap dress. (The same one she wore in Las Vegas while they were investigating the death of Billie Morgan.)
"Wow Bones you look amazing. But, c'mon! We don't have all day!"
"I'm almost done! Can you do my zipper?"
Booth walked over to Brennan and zipped up the zipper. "So remember." Booth explained. "I am Jeb's brother, Tony and you're my wife, Roxanne"
"Bu—." Brennan began.
"No bones, you are my wife. Please don't start an argument. The youngest child, they call her Angel, she can read minds. So we need her to believe that you are Roxi and I am Tony."
Brennan looked defeated but then nodded.
"Ok bones, let's go Jeb is expecting us." Booth gestured to the door.
"Hello, you must be agent Booth and Dr. Brennan." A tall man with an odd mustache opened the hotel room door. "I am Jeb. Please come in."
Booth walked in, followed by Brennan. In the room, they saw a young woman; she was probably Latino or something like that.
"This is Dr Martinez." He gestured to the woman. "She is a vet." Said Jeb.
"I could see that. Given the winged children and all." Said Brennan
Booth shot her a look
"What?" Answered Brennan
"I am Max's Mother." Commented Dr. Martinez
There was silence.
"We are investigating the death of a child that might be related to the children" Remarked Brennan, changing the subject. "The child had wings to and that might be connected to—" Brennan stopped and sniffed the air. "Are those… Chocolate Chip cookies?"
Dr. Martinez smiled and went to the kitchen
