Booth grinned, feeling her kiss him back before he wandered off, after she left, and grinning like a chesire cat the entire time. He made his way to his office, and getting questioned by the head of the FBI about his missing tie, he just said, "It was too warm in the lab for it" He finally made his way to the lab with some results for Bones that had come in through the FBI. Swiping his card, he made his way up to the platform,

"Bones, gotta lead on a suspect. Name's Donovan Gresham, Got a hit in the fingerprint database from the dumpster. He's a sexual predator, just released from prison…four weeks ago." he said as he held up the papers and grinned softly. "Want me to go it alone, or you wanna come and help out?"

Angela showed Bones the face and saw they found a match. "Ok, Zack, Hodgins I want you to head towards where we found the body and try and see what floor he might have fell from. Do your little experiment if you have to." They looked at each other and high fived then took off.

She turned and saw Booth and heard the info he gave her. "Yeah sure, let me get my jacket." She went to her office and got her jacket from her chair. She walked by the platform looking at Angela. "Call me if you find out anything else." Angela nodded and shook her head smiling.

Booth looked at the face in curiosity, before saying "We have a name with the face yet? Or are we still waiting on that?" he asked as he followed Bones to her office, and held open her jacket for her, before grabbing up his own jacket, the long one that went past his knees. He opened the door for her, before making their way near the SUV, where he opened her door for her before going to his side and climbing in.

Pulling out of the lab parking lot, he smiled and looked over to her, just smiling before stopping for a red light, and then going when it flashed green, "Bones, I want you to be careful ok? This guy is dangerous. And he hasn't shown up for parole, so I don't know what he's done, but that is our ticket to bring him in, his parole violation"

He pulled up in front of the house and hopped out, waiting for her by opening her door and then headed up to the door, knocking, "Mr. Gresham…it's the FBI, we'd like a word?" A loud bang was heard on the inside, and a door slamming, "He's running..." He said as he jumped off of the porch and un-holstered his weapon as he ran around to the other side, seeing the guy trying to clear the back fence, Booth jumping up on the fence and falling over on the other side with the guy, tackling him, before feeling a stinging blow to the side of his face. "You know, I don't like people punching me" He said to the suspect, rolling him over, his knee on Gresham's back, handcuffing him before jerking him up, "Mr. Gresham, you are under arrest for parole violation. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney" he said as he walked the guy around the fence and to the SUV, shoving him against it rather roughly, "That's for punching me" Booth said, before shoving him in the back seat.

Bones shook her head. "Jacob Davison, he lives in Old Pine Road, about 20 miles from where he was killed." She got in the car and looked at Booth. "I'll be alright you know me." They got to the house and heard the bang from the inside. She saw Booth go the other way while she kicked the door down finding some evidence. She found a file on the table all about Jacob. She looked out the window and saw Booth get punched in the face. She took the file with her and ran out.

She saw Booth arrest the guy and throw him up against the car then into the backseat. She walked over to him has he closed the door. "Found a file on the victim, pictures, ID, everything." She looked on the side of his face seeing a red mark. She laid her hand gently on his cheek. "Are you gonna be ok?"

Booth looked at the file, but didn't touch it. After all, Bones was the one with the gloves. "Sick…" feeling her hand on his cheek, he flinched, sucking in some, but didn't move away from her touch, "Yeah, I'm fine, nothing a little ice wont fix" he said as he went to her door and opened it, climbing in, on his own side, and turning around to the guy in his backseat, "Make a noise, and I'll strap you to the front of this thing, and carry you in like an Elk, understood. I don't LIKE getting punched" He said as he turned around and put the car in gear, turning to Bones,

"Does it say in that file of Jacob's relation to our suspect?" Booth asked calmly, his anger not even showing when he talked to bones, but when he spoke to Gresham in the backseat, he sounded vicious.

Bones got in the car and heard Booth yell at the suspect. She looked through the file and looked at the information sheet. She found Donovan Gresham under Uncle. She looked over at Booth. "He's Jacob's uncle." She looked behind the seat and saw him stare at her. She got see in his eyes how angry he was and how he would lose it any second. "We need to get back." She looked down away from his contact.

Booth drove away from the suspects' house, and saw how Bones looked away from his contact, and he reached over, and placed a hand affectionately on hers, calmer now than he was just a few seconds ago. "Uncle huh?" He said, as he drove on, not hearing a peep out of the man in the back seat, until they pulled into the parking lot of the Jeffersonian, and Booth climbed out, pulling Mr. Gresham out of the backseat roughly, and shoved him towards the building, "Police brutality" was all the suspect said, "Brutality my ass, I should arrest you for the assault of a federal agent, but I'm in a good mood today."

Soon, Booth found himself in an interrogation room with Bones, and the suspect, dropping pictures on the table of the skull, and Angela's drawing, "Mr. Gresham how well did you know your nephew?" "Jacob? Hell, he was a piece of work, boy wasn't all upstairs ya know." "No, Sir, I don't know. Whaddya do? Get tired of him and his 'not all up stairs' and throw him off of the West Street high-rise?!"

Bones sat in the room while Booth questioned the guy. She couldn't believe his own uncle killed his nephew. She bit her lip has she read some of the information about Jacob. He was in the army, married for a year and had a baby boy. He was studying to be a doctor like his dad.

Bones stood up and slammed the file on the table. "How could you do that?! He was in the army and he had a family. He was going to be a doctor and you ruined it for him." She got so angry she punched him hard in the face making him fall back in his chair. She shook her head and left the room and went to her office and laid on the couch.

Booth attempted to get between the two, but missed, and also missed getting punched again by a hair, and before long, Booth jerked the guy up from the chair, handcuffed him, as bones walked out, "Donovan Gresham, you are under arrest for the murder of Jacob Davison.."

Booth found his way down the hallway, his cheek swollen from where he got punched earlier, and it was bright red, and slowly turning the colors of the rainbow, and it hurt like almighty hell. But instead, he had a bag of ice in his hand, and walked into Bones's office, shutting the door softly, and crouching next to her, taking the hand she bunched Gresham with, and placed the ice on it, "I don't want your knuckles swelling." he said softly, brushing the hair from her face gently, kissing her forehead.

Bones saw Booth come in and put the ice on her knuckles. "I don't know what came over me. Just all the stuff I read, he was gonna be a doctor, a father. His kid was born 2 months ago and now he's never gonna see him grow up."

She put her face in her hands and rubbed her eyes. "Stupid bastard." She whispered thinking about the uncle. She looked up at Booth seeing his cheek. "Booth, that isn't looking to good." She took the ice pack from him and held it to his cheek softly and stroking his hair with the other hand.

Booth nodded softly, and understood exactly what Bones meant. He kept the icepack on her hand for a moment, until he felt her take it from him, and suddenly he was looking dead at her, wincing from the ice on his cheek, and the pain in it, and the soft stroking of her hand in his hair. He winced softly for a moment, mumbling, "I'm ok Bones, just a little sore." He said, but didn't fight her touch. The ice was actually making it feel better. It wasn't making the headache leave, but the swelling was slowly, decreasing.

"I know what you mean about Gresham Bones, but I got a written confession from him. We got him, and he can't ruin the lives of anyone else..."

Bones put the ice pack on the table and looked at him. "You did great Booth. We still need to tell his wife though, it won't go so well." She looked at her knuckles and saw they were red. "Wow, I must of punched him harder then I thought."

Bones looked up at Booth seeing the mark on his cheek wanting to punch the guy again for doing that. She knew how much pain he was in and smiled before leaning towards him and kissed his lips.

Booth smiled and watched her place the icepack on the table, and leaned towards Bones, kissing her back softly on the lips, his hand tenderly stroking down her cheek for a moment, kissing her lips again, and lingering for a moment. Booth took Bones's hand and looked at her knuckles before lightly kissing each one for a moment, placing the icepack back on it for a few more moments, before standing up, "Yeah, we need to go tell the family.." This was the part of the job he hated. Telling the family.