This takes place after "The Recluse in the Recliner" so if you haven't see that episode and you want to be spoiler free, please skip this story until you have seen it.

This little story popped into my head and I thought you might find it interesting. Let me know what you think of it.

I don't own Bones.

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After four weeks in dispensary, Booth was finally assigned to a prison cell. Walking carefully, he held his right arm against his chest as he followed a prison guard to his new home.

Smirking, one of the two prison guards following behind Booth remarked, "A cop usually doesn't do well in prison. Course, as far as I'm concerned, cop killers get what they deserve."

Sniggering the second guard remarked, "Yeah, I'm not likely to want to help someone like that."

Ignoring them, Booth kept his eyes on his surroundings, trying to prepare himself for what was likely to come.

Arriving at his cell, one of the guards behind him pushed him roughly in to the cell and laughed, "Good luck, Agent Booth. You're going to need it."

Stumbling in to the small room, Booth grabbed the edge of the bed to keep himself from falling to the ground. Passive, Booth turned and stared at the guard.

Irritated, the guard sneered, "Think you're tough?" Snapping his fingers, Johnson snarled, "You're life isn't worth shit. It will be a miracle if you make it to trial."

Staring impassively at the guard, Booth stared at Johnson until the guard broke eye contact.

Furious, Johnson snarled at the other guards, "Come on, I haven't got all day to dick around with a piece of shit."

Smirking, Booth sat down on his bed and watched the guards close his cell door and walk away.

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Sitting in the dining hall, Booth stared at the food on his tray and thought about nothing at all. Feeling someone bend over behind him, he saw a hand take his slice of bread off of his tray and sit down next to him.

Stuffing the bread slice into his mouth, the very large man smiled at Booth but remained silent. Staring at the bread thief, Booth reached over and took the bread slice on the man's tray and placed it on his. Surprised, the stranger laughed and then ate his meal in silence.

Booth, puzzled by the man's odd behavior, picked up his fork and ate his meal. When he'd finished, the wary former agent looked around and noticed that he was being observed by several men. Staring boldly at them, Booth smirked, picked up his tray and carried it over to a trustee who was collecting the empty trays from the inmates.

Walking back to his cell, he noticed that he was being followed. Turning he noticed that his table mate was standing several feet behind him. Frowning, Booth stood silently and waited to see what was going to happen. Soon the large man shrugged his shoulders and walked past him. Keeping his eye on the man, Booth noticed him enter the cell next to his. Walking slowly towards his cell, Booth affected an air of indifference. Arriving at his cell, he entered the tiny room and sat down on his bed. Staring at the floor, he tried to keep his mind blank, his emotions under control.

Several minutes passed and the noise of the area around him seemed to fade away. His thoughts turning towards his small family, Booth clenched his jaw, determined to keep his emotions from betraying him.

"Well, looky here." A man Booth didn't know, wearing a prisoner uniform stepped two paces into the cell and sneered, "So you're a Feeb. I don't like Feebs."

Standing, Booth turned to face the unwelcome visitor.

Confident, the man puffed out his chest, "I've killed men like you and thought nothing of it, Feeb."

Unemotional, Booth watched the man slap a fist into an open hand. Setting his feet, Booth prepared to defend himself.

The menace, laughingly shook his head, "I heard you were shot and still recovering. Whatever ninja skills you have won't mean jack shit right now. I think I'll just go ahead and take care of you now."

Stepping forward, the would-be assassin moved with a belligerence that set Booth's teeth on edge. Lifting his hands, preparing to protect himself, Booth was surprised to see his neighbor step in to his cell, grab the would-be murderer by the collar and drag him from the cell. Slamming the menace to the ground, the muscular inmate lifted his foot and pressed it against the top of the flopping man's chest.

Yelling, the downed man begged, "Why are you doing this? That man is a Feeb. I'm doing us all a favor. Let me go."

Grinding his large foot into the smaller man's chest, Booth's rescuer smiled, "I don't like you. I don't like you at all. You're a piece of fucking shit. That man in there just happens to be a friend of mine." Raising his voice so that it carried for several feet around him, the man spoke, "The Feeb is my friend. Anyone and I mean anyone touch him and I'll tear his heart out and feed it to him. Do I make myself clear?"

Squeaking, the writhing man lying on the ground, tried to lift the paladin's foot from his chest, "Okay . . . Okay, I can't breathe man."

Removing his foot, the large menace kicked the gasping man in the thigh, "You little piss ant, get the hell out of my sight before I turn you into a eunuch."

Uncertain what a eunuch was, but not taking any chances, the frightened man scrambled to his feet and walked rapidly away.

The large man, turned to stare at Booth for a minute and then stepped into his cell, "Agent Booth, you've been a very bad boy as far as the law is concerned. Me? I don't give a shit what you did." Holding out his hand, the man stared intently at Booth, "My name is Max Boyer. You're the son-in-law of Max Keenan and that means you're under my protection from here on out. By this time tomorrow, everyone will know about your connection to Max and to me and that should take care of the gnats around here."

Surprised, Booth shook Max's hand, "Max asked you take care of me?"

Shaking his head, Max leaned against the cell wall, "Nope. He didn't have to. I've known Max all of my life, in fact, I was named after him. He's my father's cousin. I know about you and Tempe and Russ. Kin is kin. You're my cousin-in-law and I will protect what belongs to me."

Shocked, Booth crossed his arms, "Does Temperance know about you?"

Shaking his head, Max sadly replied, "Nah. I was born before Max hooked up with Christine. He and Dad did a few jobs together when they were younger. When my Dad was killed in a car accident Mom and I lived with Max for about four years. When my mother died of breast cancer Max knew his life style sucked so he let my grandparents raise me. He gave them money to take care of my bills and he visited me several times a year. He did the best he could."

Sitting down on his bed, Booth asked, "Why are you in here?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Max smiled, "A little misunderstanding between me and Union First Market Bank. I'll be out in ten. I made a withdrawal that they didn't approve of." Laughing, Max shook his head, "Boy was Max pissed. That Max is a character. He robbed banks for years and I do one little job and that old man gets all pissy. Go figure."

Suspicious, Booth remarked, "Seems kind of weird I just happen to be in the same prison that you're in."

Laughing, Max shook his head, "Don't be naive, cousin Seeley. You didn't just happen to be sent to this jail." Sitting on the bed staring at Booth, the large man shook his head, "Max has connections. Connections that would shock the hell out of you."

Pursing his lips, Booth frowned, "I wouldn't be shocked at all."

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