~***~

Half an hour later, Booth and his starving boss, Assistant Director Andrew Hacker, sat at a table in the Royal Diner.

"So, this guy is Mr. White from the GSA," said Hacker. "Do you recognize him?"

"We've met before...not very pretty meetings."

"God, I hate the big guys."

"Yeah, well I'm going in," said Booth, standing up, but Hacker held him back.

"No, no, no! Don't!"

"Why not?"

"It's unprofessional in terms of inner agency cooperation," said Hacker in a lightning-fast tone.

"Mumble that again?"

"I wasn't being serious, just letting you know." Hacker turned on his charming smile, and Booth groaned. This guy was the only thing he hated about his job.

"Right...so you're gonna help me?"

"What, are you serious? No!"

"Why?" Booth whined.

"Because not stopping you isn't the same as helping you, Booth. But I will help you when you're some non-existent CIA prisoner."

"Gee, thanks for the support," said Booth sarcastically.

"No problem. But, I'll snoop around anyway, see what I can find."

"Thanks, boss." Booth headed towards the door.

"Hey, Booth, do you mind telling me what's so important about getting in there?"

"...They're my people," said Booth in a tone that would touch your heart, but then it quickly turned into one of those moments when you hear the DJ scratch and the whole situation changes.

"Oh, for the love of God! Now you're gonna prove that you're a better person than me, too?" Booth hurried out of the restaurant, annoyed. Hacker sighed. "I'm never gonna get anywhere with Temperance if he makes me look bad in comparison."

~***~

Temperance, Cam, and Gus returned to the forensic platform to see Hodgins, who looked like he was gonna explode.

"What's the matter, Hodgins?" asked Gus.

"I-Is there a nick in the bottom right rib, just above the vertebrae?"

Gus looked to Temperance. "Dr. B, wasn't there-"

"Yes, there was."

"Most likely caused by a transiting bullet," added Cam.

Hodgins dug his face in his hands, and placed them on the computer keyboard nearby, and a screen popped up of the victim's scalp. "I found a fiber of pink wool in the victim's hair...and the bad back...transiting bullet..." They all looked at him, confused. Hodgins shot a glance at one of the men before adding in an extremely quiet tone, "1963..."

"Wait, pink wool?" whispered Gus, and his jaw slightly dropped.

"She never left his side..." said Cam, and Temperance looked at them.

"What?"

"Th-This is President John F. Kennedy," Hodgins managed to say, and they all looked down at the remains.

~***~

They told Shawn and Angela, and Angela looked up more information while Shawn took some time to inspect the bones.

"Do you have any 'psychic stuff' coming to mind yet?" asked Hodgins impatiently. "Or are we gonna stand here like statues for the rest of the night?"

"Hodgins, please. Don't be a Carlton Lassiter. I'm still determining if this is JFK or George Bush." Shawn walked around to the other side of the remains, where the huge hole in the skull finally caught his eye. "Is that where he got shot?" asked Shawn, and Temperance nodded. Shawn's eyes flicked over to the other side of the skull, where a tiny square was embedded, and the light engravings nearby, indicating...

"Is that were he got hit by a grid or something?" asked Shawn, pointing to the shapes. The three of them bent down to Shawn's eye level, none of them noticing Booth waving to them from the locked automatic doors.

"Well, when he died, the funeral home did all sorts of cosmetic surgery to his head," said Gus. "Maybe some utensil used in the surgery, or..."

"Gus, George had cosmetic surgery everywhere on his body!" snapped Shawn, and Gus rolled his eyes.

"You guys, I can't confront Michelle about the pregnancy thing," blurted out Cam, and the men looked at her. She lowered her voice and continued, "What am I supposed to do?"

But, their responses were cut off by the smashing of glass, and Shawn randomly yelled, "IT WAS MURDER!!" Everyone looked at him, including Booth, who had just destroyed the glass with his gun. "Did I just say that out loud?" whispered Shawn, and Gus slapped the back of his head and hissed, "You moron!"

"Booth!" called Temperance joyously.

"Hey, Bones! Who knew that being locked up in your own workspace would be so heart-pounding, huh?" Out of the corner of her eye, Temperance could see the two men darting towards him. "Booth, duck!"

~***~

Booth lay on the sofa on the second level of the lab with the ice pack against the back of his sore head. Temperance walked over to him and sat on the edge of the sofa. "Are you okay?"

"Sure, I'm fine. I was more worried about you being locked up here."

"No, I'm 100% fine." There was a pause before she whispered, "I'm sorry."

Booth sat up. "Sorry? For what?"

"For me not helping you."

"I know you think that was hilarious when I was almost killed, Bones. You're smiling!"

"Well, I guess it was funny," admitted Temperance.

"Bones, there's nothing to be sorry about. You warned me about those 800-pound muscle packed freaks, and I just wasn t paying attention." After a moment, Booth asked, "So, the body...do you know who it is?"

"Well, Cam, Hodgins and Gus think it's President John F. Kennedy."

Booth's eyes widened. "JFK?"

Temperance nodded. "Also, Cam found a pregnancy test in the restroom, so now we're all thinking that Michelle is pregnant."

"Okay, usually that would be big news to me, but right now it's not...JFK?"

Temperance sighed and nodded.

"Wait, Bones, was Hodgins the first one to say that it's JFK?"

"Yes."

"Then it's not JFK."

"But Hodgins is an excellent scientist. And Shawn's considering that it might be George B-" Temperance cut herself off at the sight of Mr. White.

Booth turned around. "Oh, hey, Mr. W!"

"How did you get past the guards?"

Booth could tell he was furious. "Sniper training...they taught me how to tip-toe like a man." Temperance smirked.

"You are now restricted to the building, and if you go any farther, Agent Booth, I am afraid I will have to separate you and Dr. Brennan's partnership."

"No!" Booth and Temperance snapped in unison, and everyone from the forensic platform looked at them.

~***~

O'Hara walked into Cam's office, where Cam sat at her desk, her hand having the urge to pick up the phone and dial Michelle's number.

"Dr. Saroyan?" Cam looked at her. "Oh, hello, Detective O'Hara. Did you get anything-"

"It's not Michelle's pregnancy test," sighed O'Hara. "It's mine." Cam put her face in her hands, relieved. "I'm so sorry...I didn't want anyone to know, and Angela was in the room-"

"O-Oh, thank God...well, y'know-"

"No, it's okay," said O'Hara with a smile.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm...in shock."

"Does Shawn know?"

"No...not yet. I know Shawn should've been the first, but-"

"-I was freaking out about Michelle," Cam finished for her. "Thank you, Detective-"

"You can call me O'Hara...or Juliet, whichever you prefer." Cam could tell that O'Hara's eyes were clouded. "Thank you for understanding, Cam." She turned and walked away.

~***~

"Any luck finding out about what's going on?" Booth asked Hacker, whom he was talking on the phone to.

"Not really...all of it's locked down pretty tight," sighed Hacker. "Have you got anything?"

"Just dumb Secret Service stuff."

"Secret Service...right, do yourself a favor, don't mention any Regan jokes or the Bush shoe incident. They get really mad."

"Okay...hey, do you know any contacts inside the White House?"

"Of course I do! I'm insulted that you even asked that question!" Hacker hung up and mimicked, "'Do you know any contacts inside the White House?' Who does he think I am, a hobo?"

Booth put his phone back in his pocket and saw Mr. White glaring at him from the other side of the lab. Booth gave him a small wave before walking away.

~***~

Booth hurried into the bone room, where Temperance was examining the skull. "Hey, Bones, if Angela's facial reconstruction was right and it was JFK "

"If you're about to ask me if it's true or not, I'm not sure. Facial reconstructions aren't photographs."

"Right, that's good..." Booth paced back and forth, and Temperance looked up.

"Booth, what's the matter?"

"Nothing, Bones..." Suddenly, Shawn came in with a brown rifle.

"SB, it's your lucky day!"

"Where the hell did you get that?"

"Hodgins told me and Gus about a secret passageway in the janitor's closet and we almost got beat up. But we're good now." Booth and Temperance looked at each other. "Hodgins told me that it's the exact replica of the gun that shot JFK. So, even though we almost got beat up, we need some jibber-jabber to give us permission."

"I know who's good at jibber-jabber!" said Temperance excitedly.

"Who?"

"Me!"

"Sweet! Let's go!" They all hurried into the lab, where a puzzled Mr. White stood with a large pineapple.

"So, Mr. Spencer needs permission for Agent Booth to shoot this pineapple," he said. Temperance nodded.

"Well, you took Booth's firearm away."

"Look, if you want our best work, this is what we do," said Cam.

"And this experiment is essential to cause of death, correct?"

Temperance then began her scientific jibber-jabber, and Cam, Booth, and Shawn pretended to understand her by nodding.

"So, you just want to shoot the pineapple?" Mr. White guessed.

"You understand me perfectly," said Temperance with a small smile.

Mr. White sighed. "How many bullets?"

"Just one," said Cam. "That's how many it took to shoot the President, right?"

Mr. White nodded slightly and loaded the rifle, giving it to Shawn to hold for the moment, and loaded Booth's gun, too. Booth put his gun in his pocket, and Mr. White hissed in his ear, "We'll be watching."

Booth smirked. "Bring your popcorn."

~***~

Hodgins and Sweets placed the pineapples onto the electric go-kart. Everyone else covered their ears as Booth got the rifle ready.

"Go!" Shawn yelled, and the go-kart scrambled out of the shelter. Booth took his first shot, shooting 'the driver', and the next shot hit 'JFK', exactly where the real bullet had been.

Booth grinned at his success, and everyone hid their smiles from Mr. White.

Half an hour later, everyone, including Mr. White, was in the bone room.

"Your job in front of the law enforcement is over," he said to Booth, who stared at the man with angry eyes.
"That is enough!" Temperance snapped. "You're not taking my partner away from me!"

"I'm afraid I have to, Dr. Brennan. This man has meddled with many things during this case, and has recently called a few people who have given him confidential information."

"You're testing us," said Sweets. "You're testing us to see what we can handle with a big case like this one."

"I have no response to that, Dr. Sweets. Agent Booth, please come with me."

"No!" Temperance cried desperately.

"Bones, it's okay," Booth whispered, and he walked solemnly after Mr. White.

~***~