Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. If I did, Booth and Brennan would have gotten together in the fifth season at the end of The Parts of the Sum of the Whole. Because I really wanted to murder Brennan then.
BEHAVIOR
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Behavior – The alpha male introduces himself so that other find themselves unable to challenge his authority. They way he walks, the way he stands, and the way he communicates shows that he is in control of himself as a smart and strong male.
Brennan glared up at the Sherriff of Hopeless, Arizona. He was overweight and tall, balding and pale. And his attitude was setting her teeth on edge. "I want you and your people out of the crime scene!" Brennan snapped. "You are destroying evidence!"
"Now see here, Missy." The sheriff answered, his drawl and word choice dripping with condescension. "I've been doing my job longer than you've been alive. I promise, we won't miss a single thing."
"I told you to leave." Brennan barked. "You and your men have compromised my crime scene enough with your ineptitude."
The sheriff straightened, and Brennan mentally catalogued it as a subconscious intimidation technique, like a peacock that spread its plumage. "I can't say I like your tone there, young lady." He drawled. "Now, this crime scene ain't no place for a lady. Why don't you head back to your fancy lab in D.C. while we take care of the mess here."
Brennan saw red. "I am a world renowned forensic anthropologist! I have seen genocides in Rwanda, mass graves in Nicaragua, and hurricane victims in New Orleans. I have been kidnapped by guerillas, attacked by bandits, nearly killed by poachers and looters, and I have killed people. How dare you tell me where I can go and what I can handle, you arrogant-"
"Bones!" She stopped in midsentence and turned to see Booth casually entering the crime scene. He flashed a smile at the sheriff and casually placed a hand at Brennan's back. "What are you doing over here?" Brennan let him guide her away from the sheriff and to the center of the crime scene. "The body's over this way, and it's a weird one! It's dressed up like a samurai."
"I wouldn't know." Brennan growled as Booth and she passed the deputies surrounding the body. "The sheriff wouldn't let me near the victim."
"Now wait just a damn minute!" The sheriff shouted. "Who the hell're you?"
Booth turned and smiled that charm smile of his. "Special Agent Seeley Booth, FBI. This is my partner, Dr. Temperance Brennan of the Jeffersonian Institute in D.C."
"I've already met your lady scientist." The sheriff snorted. "And I told her, this ain't no place for a lady!"
Brennan started to turn, but Booth's hand at her back prevented her. "Dr. Brennan is instrumental to every case we work. Her expertise is invaluable to our work, and she knows exactly what needs to be done."
"The body's barely more'n bones." The sheriff argued. "And my boys have been doing their jobs long enough to know what's what."
"But Dr. Brennan needs things from a crime scene that other people wouldn't." Booth soothed. "I'm sure that your people do their job just fine, but I need Dr. Brennan here so we can get the things she'll need to do her job well."
For a few seconds, the sheriff was silent. Then he harrumphed and waved to his deputies. "Alright boys, let's let these feds deal with this thing. Let the fancy scientist lady do her thing, and we'll get back to our business."
Brennan glared at each of the sheriff's men as they left, internally fuming. She'd asked them politely to leave and let her do her work. She'd presented rational arguments, logic, and facts. She'd been completely ignored. Then Booth comes along and repeats what's she's already said, and they listen to him.
"Bones?" She looked over at him, and saw the concern on his face that she'd seen so many times before. "Bones, you aren't letting them get to you, right? It's not like they know anything, after all." Brennan stared at him for a second, registering the way his eyes darted around. Then he grinned as his eyes lighted on the body. "Now, are you coming? We've got a body here. A samurai, remember?"
Ah, so he'd been looking for something to distract her from the sheriff's attitude. She couldn't help but send him a grateful smile before moving over to the remains. As she bent over the body and quickly made a few observations, a few things clicked in her head. She frowned at the realization, and she couldn't help but feel indignant when she realized why the sheriff had backed off. With a frustrated look at Booth, she managed to remember not to speak too loudly.
"Stupid alpha male."