I don't own Bones.

A/N: This story takes place after Change In The Game. You'll see a lot more fluff in this story compared to my last story. Someone requested more Booth and Brennan in my next story and she also asked that I get Russ into the story. Russ will appear in chapter 3.

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Grant Hugh Winters was a quiet man. He had been loved by his parents and they had been so proud of him. At the age of 17, he joined the marines and served honorably. He fought in a lot of battles in the Pacific during World War II and never embarrassed himself when being shot at. Grant had always told his kids that was a pretty hard thing to do. He came back home with a bronze star for bravery and two purple hearts he would rather he hadn't earned. He went to work at a job he liked and married the love of his life. He raised his kids the best way he knew how and he died at the age of 84.

When he died, his wife was given permission to have him buried at Arlington National Cemetery. While the grave was being dug for Grant's final resting place, the grave digger managed to find a body already in Grant's plot. When the body was found, the gravedigger did the only thing a sensible man could do. He told his supervisor John Nash. What the hell, that's what supervisors are paid for. Let John Nash deal with the paper work.

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"What have we got, Bones?" Booth watched as Brennan leaned over the hole in the ground. "Do you want me to help you climb down to look at the body?"

Irritated with his offer, Brennan assured him, "Thanks, Booth. I'm perfectly capable of getting myself into a hole. I don't need your help."

Amused at her reaction, Booth advised her, "Just checking Bones. You are four and half months pregnant. Sooner or later, you're going to need help climbing into holes and I just want you to know I'm here to help you, if you need it."

Brennan realized that she might have been too sharp in her reply and smiled an apology at Booth. "Thanks Booth. I appreciate that." Lowering herself into the hole, she was careful to straddle the body. "Well . . . from what I can see . . . he's male. A lot of his flesh is gone . . . His body is in an advanced state of decomposition. He has on some kind of a uniform."

Not sure what she had expected in a military cemetery, Booth laughed. "Of course, he has a uniform on, Bones. This is Arlington National Cemetery. What I want to know is, is this some poor serviceman that has been misplaced by the people who work here? According to cemetery records, there wasn't supposed to be a body assigned to this plot. Either the people who run this place made a mistake or someone decided to dump a body here hoping no one would find him for awhile. I need to know either way."

Still looking at the body, Brennan observed, "Well, since there doesn't seem to be a casket with this body and the hole he was buried in is only three feet from the surface, I'm sure that it isn't a proper burial. I'll have to take the body back to the Lab to determine how he died and try to get enough information from his body to see if we can ID him . . . Oh, this is interesting."

Curious, Booth leaned over and tried to see around Brennan. "What's interesting? What did you find?"

Holding up a very dirty forager cap, Brennan informed Booth, "The uniform he's wearing looks like a uniform that a Confederate Soldier would have worn during the Civil War. It's definitely not a modern uniform."

Puzzled, Booth scanned the neighboring tombstones. "Yeah, that is interesting. Most of the soldiers in this part of the cemetery died during World War II."

Brennan heard him and made a mental note. Placing her hands on the side of the hole, she realized that she might be in a little trouble. "Oh and uh . . . Booth?"

Booth had observed his lover's look of consternation and wondered what the problem was. "Yeah?"

Embarrassed with her predicament, Brennan exhaled deeply. "I may not have had any trouble getting into this hole, but I think I do need help getting out of it."

Booth reached down and helped Brennan get out of the grave, laughing at her doleful expression.

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