AN: Okay like most of you I thought that Booth acted the jerk and OOC in Babe in the Bar. I promised myself I wouldn't try to excuse him though, too bad my muse wasn't informed about my decision. Okay so this was written at 2 am without a beta, so excuse any mistakes. Tell me what you think about this, even if you hate it, just hate it constructively. lol

Booth was looking forward to the "Official" Hodgins baby announcement at the Founding Fathers. Sure he knew that Hodgins would realize that they all knew, Brennan was a horrible actress, and he didn't have much confidence in Sweets, Cam, or the Squintern of the Week, but if it came down to it, Booth would lie and say he'd guessed and told the squints. After all, what was important was being there to celebrate the good news. Booth was in such a good mood that even Brennan's "Love is an idiot" comment couldn't bring him down for long.

Unfortunately, there was something that could. They were just a couple hundred feet away from the Founding Fathers when his phone vibrated.

"Oh, look at that. Hannah's back. Um, you know, this whole thing that we're going to here. The official announcement that Angela's pregnant? Yeah, I feel um, I feel pretty stupid pretending." Brennan's face during this was rather amused.

"You're trying to find a justification so you can go home and have sex with Hannah, right?"

"Yeah." Booth looked down ashamedly, but wiped the shame off his face when he looked up. "Plus, we already all know anyway."

"But Hodgins doesn't know we know."

"Yeah, but Angela says that if you can't pretend not knowing, then you shouldn't go, so I shouldn't go."

"If you want, I can lie to all of our friends, and say that you have pressing FBI business."

Booth sighed, "I don't like the idea of lying to our friends, but I'm going to go with it, thanks." Booth walked away hurriedly not wanting to look Brennan in the eyes.

"Uh, tell Hannah welcome home."

Booth had to turn back and smile a little bit at that, before hurrying off. It turned out he might have actually been able to fool Hodgins, apparently his acting skills weren't that bad, Booth thought bitterly.

Booth drove through DC in a foul mood, pissed off at the world, but mostly pissed off at the United States Government. He pulled into a storage facility and drove through the complex until he came to the storage locker he wanted. He parked in front of it and left the headlights on, as he slid the door up, the halogen beams illuminated the entire locker. Booth walked in and picked up the high powered sniper rifle, along with his instructions.

It turns out Uncle Sam didn't like people backing out of their contracts just so they could be with their kid. The Army had let him go, but only because the CIA had stepped in. It turns out there were certain people living in the United States that the CIA would prefer to keep from being brought to the public's notice, such as would occur if they succeeded in blowing up a building. So here he was, crossing names off his cosmic list by day and adding to it by night.

But when Booth got back in the SUV he erased these thoughts from his mind, he had a job to do. He focused only on his instructions, not even dwelling on the reason he was doing all of this. Booth was efficient, he was a professional, and right now he shouldn't feel, couldn't feel.

He'd taken out the target with one quiet shot and left without another look back. As he got back in the SUV he'd parked far away from the scene, Booth noticed his phone flashing on the dash, hey, look at that, Hannah really was coming home tonight.

Booth arrived before Hannah, taking a hot shower in a vain effort to wash away the blood or at least the memory. He walked out of the shower noticing that there was no towel hanging on the rack, he walked into his bedroom dripping wet, when he was stopped in his tracks by a wolf whistle. "Wow, isn't that a sight for sore eyes." Hannah said as she dumped her duffel by the door and sauntered up to him. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him as if she'd been in the desert for forty days and he was water. And Booth let himself forget about cosmic lists and instead went about making Brennan's words earlier that night true.