Summary: He was her protector… every time but this one. Booth and Bones have a role reversal, but is she strong enough to survive it?

AN: I own nothing but a few musical instruments and a hell of a lot of student loans.

"Hi-ya Bones!" Booth greeted, strolling into Brennan's office with what can only be described as his normal swagger.

"Good morning, Booth." She replied, looking up from her stack of reports and laptop. The truth was if it had been anyone else, they wouldn't have gotten the eye-contact she was doling out. While Brennan would never admit it, Booth was special to her and she acted accordingly.

"Pack up your stuff, Bones, we've got a case! Annnnd I have fresh coffee in the car waiting for us." He smiled.

"Booth, I have all that paperwork to file on Jane Doe 467 and the new Tibetan Mummy from last week." She sighed. "I'm absolutely marshed in these reports."

"Swamped, Bones, swamped." He shook his head. While his partner had been getting better with understand colloquialisms, or "normal person speak" as he liked to say, she wasn't quite there.

"I really need you on this one Bones. It's attached to that mad-man we locked up last year, Ben Johnson." He continued, taking a seat in front of her desk. "It seems as if he had some help on the murders. He's been in prison for 8 months and all of a sudden he's squealing like a pig. I guess he can't hack it in the system."

"If he is squealing then I suggest he be evaluated for a mental breakdown." Brennan blinked, her face set and stoic.

"It's a saying, Bones. He's suddenly giving out information at a rapid pace." Booth laughed and shook his head. If he didn't enjoy her presence so much, he might have found it difficult to talk to her in a normal fashion.

"Oh, I understand." She replied, looking sheepish.

"Anyway, he's saying there's another body. He says it's located out past the freeway near West Virginia. He says that his girlfriend was helping him and she was the brains behind the whole thing. He says that he was just the brawn that killed the victims and she took care of the stolen identities and fraud."

"And why did he mention this at the beginning?" Brennan was perplexed.

"He claims that he was in love with her, but that she left him while he was in prison and now he wants revenge." Booth stated.

"So why are we going there?" Brennan asked.

"The FBI isn't putting too much stock in this guy's claims, but since we were the investigative team, they want us to go check it out just in case he's telling the truth."

The truth was that Brennan really wanted to get out of her office for a while. She was sick of doing paperwork and she wanted to go investigate with Booth. While she loved identifying people in Limbo and working with ancient remains, she loved spending time with Seeley Booth. Even if it was a car ride or conjecturing over a decomposed body, his presence made her feel happiness and she just didn't understand it.

"What do you say, Bones?" Booth asked. "Want to be the Robin to my Batman?"

"I don't know what the means." Brennan replied, standing up and grabbing her favorite white overcoat.

Booth and Brennan set out down the hallways of the Jeffersonian with Booth's hand resting gently on the small of Brennan's back. They got settled into Booth's FBI issued SUV and headed for the freeway.

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