Jazzyproz prompt: Booth is w Hannah and in denial, of course, about his real feelings. Sully comes back to rekindle things w Brennan.

A/N: This is a B&B story. It is not a Hannah Story so I am not posting it there. This story is AU as are most of my stories and takes place sometime after "The Maggots in the Meathead."

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Arriving at the crime scene, Brennan was surprised that Booth wasn't already there. Approaching the victim, she and Cam studied the way the body had been posed and the unusual cloth draped across the body.

Making certain that the techs had taken pictures of the body and the crime scene and that nothing had been touched, Cam squatted down beside the body and lifted up the material covering the remains. Carefully handing it to Hodgins, Cam turned and spoke to Brennan, "Notice the way she has her hands clenched on her stomach?"

Nodding her head, Brennan leaned over the body and placed a finger on the piece of wood protruding between the victim's fingers. "It looks like a wooden shaft."

Moving the blood soaked, tattered blouse a little away from the fingers, Cam grimaced, "I'm almost certain we know what cause of death is, but I need to do an autopsy to make sure."

Throat clearing captured the doctors' attention, forcing them to look up.

"Ladies, what do we have here?"

Surprised, Brennan asked, "Sully what are you doing here? Where's Booth?"

Grinning, the agent tapped a pen against a note card, "Well, I got so bored on my dream boat I had to make a decision about what to do about it. I realized that I missed my job and I came back. I recertified with the FBI last week and well here I am."

Frowning, Brennan remarked, "But why are you here? Booth is my partner."

Shrugging his shoulders, Sully frowned, "He's recertifying today. He's always getting in the top twenty percent so he'll breeze through like he always does. In the meantime, I get to be your partner today."

Returning her attention to the body, Brennan informed her former lover, "Booth always scores in the 90th percentile not the 80's."

Amused, Sully responded, "Sorry, didn't mean to besmirch the Head of Major Crimes."

Glancing between Sully and Brennan, Cam shook her head, "I think the body can be moved."

Rotating his hand above his head, Sully called out to the FBI techs, "You heard the lady, let's get the body to the Lab." Walking over to where Marcus was standing, Sully continued to give instructions.

Frowning, Brennan shook her head, "I believe he is usurping our authority about the removal of the body. He's not following protocol."

Standing, Cam shrugged her shoulders, "From what I've heard so far, he hasn't made any mistakes so I'll let it go this time. He's probably just eager to get back to work."

Closing her kit, Brennan stood up and observed Sully pointing to various techs, "Booth says that if you give someone an inch, they may steal the ruler and beat the shit out of you with it."

Laughing, Cam picked up her kit and walked back to her truck.

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Standing on the platform, Agent Timothy Sullivan watched as Cam and Brennan removed the clothing from the victim. Making notes as they made their observations, he became a little restless when they moved the young woman's hands from her stomach. Listening to bones crackle, he felt bile rise in his mouth. Swallowing, Sully moved over to where Hodgins was standing and watched him catalog the clothes. "Kind of a weird outfit, isn't it?"

Running his gloved hands over the blouse, the entomologist studied the stains and tears. "It reminds me of the style of shirt worn by pages during the middle ages except it has red hearts all over it and it's made from modern fabrics. She was wearing a hat with red hearts on it too. I don't think it's something you can walk into Wal-mart and buy. It looks like the blouse was made by hand and so was the hat."

Making notes, Sully smiled, "Okay, weird clothes, got it." Turning back to Brennan, the agent cleared his throat, "So Tempe, I was wondering if you'd like to go to dinner with me tonight? You know, we can get reacquainted, start back up where we left off."

Shaking her head, Brennan's eyes remained on the victim, "No thank you."

Stepping closer, Sully frowned, "Come on Tempe, I thought we were good when I left. I was hoping that you'd still consider me a friend, maybe even a close friend." Winking, he gave her a sad smile, "I thought about you all of the time while I was gone. I . . . ."

Straightening, Brennan turned her full gaze upon her former lover, "Please keep a professional demeanor, Agent Sullivan. Agent Booth doesn't approve of unprofessional behavior around victims. He believes their deaths should be treated with dignity and decorum." Turning to Cam, Brennan spoke to her, "I doubt you will need my expertise for this case. If you do, please call me. I will be in Bones Storage if you need me."

Watching her walk down the staircase, Sully sighed, "Damn it, I hoped she'd be willing to take up where we left off. Is she dating someone? I read the pop magazines sometimes and I haven't seen anything about her dating anyone."

Shaking her head, Cam glanced at the retreating Brennan and then back at Sully, "A lot of water has flowed under your bridge since you left, Sully. She isn't dating anyone and she isn't the woman you left behind either."

Shrugging his shoulders, the sad agent watched Brennan disappear from sight, "We all change, Cam, even me."

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Sitting in his office, Booth yawned and stretched his arms over his head when he saw his old friend walk in. Lowering his arms, Booth stood up and then stretched out his right hand, "Hey, man, I heard you were back and were being assigned to Major Crimes. I thought you'd found the secret of happiness and were never coming back."

Grabbing his hand and giving it a quick shake, Sully laughed, "Me too, turns out nirvana is boring as hell if you're alone. I gave it my best shot but the longer I was down there the more lonely I became. I came back because I still think I can contribute to the FBI and because I want to see if Tempe would like to get back together with me."

His face becoming a blank mask, Booth sat down and gestured towards the chair in front of his desk, "I heard they sent you out this morning to be her temporary partner, how'd it go?"

Sitting down, Sully let out a gentle sigh, "Not as well as I hoped it would. She won't even go out to dinner with me tonight. I was hoping you'd go to bat for me."

A little shocked, Booth shook his head, "Me? I'm just her partner, I don't have any influence over Bones."

Shrugging his shoulders, Sully asked, "Are you dating anyone right now?"

Pursing his lips, Booth finally nodded his head, "Yeah, I'm living with Hannah Burley, the reporter for NBC."

His eyebrows climbing up his forehead, Sully blurted out, "A reporter? You? You hate reporters."

Smirking, Booth leaned back against his chair, "Not all reporters. Just reporters that stick their noses in my business."

Still surprised, the former island hopper smiled, "Yeah, well, I'm still shocked. How long have you two been together?"

"We met in Afghanistan." Glancing at the bullpen to make sure his agents were busy, Booth explained, "I re-upped for a tour and met her there. She followed me back when I came back. We've been living together for about three weeks."

"You re-upped? Man, I never thought you'd do that." Glancing at the picture of Parker behind Booth, Sully pointed out, "You have a young son. You always put a lot of store in being a father so I just never pictured you leaving the District again."

Frowning, Booth chided his friend, "Parker is very important to me, but my country needed me there and I went, end of story."

Holding up his right hand, Sully grumbled, "Okay, don't bite my head off." Clearing his throat, Sully returned to the topic he felt was important, "Look, be a friend and talk to Tempe for me. I thought we were good but we aren't. Ask her to give me another chance. Let me be happy like you are with your reporter."

Studying Sully, Booth crossed his arms, "I'll talk to her, but that's all. I'm not going to try to make her do anything she doesn't want to do. You may just be shit out of luck."

Shrugging his shoulders, Sully stood up, "Talk to her, Booth. I can make her happy if she lets me."

Looking the man up and down, Booth nodded his head, "Sure, she deserves happiness."

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