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Hope you enjoy this chapter. I ANNOUNCE ONCE MORE THAT I DO NOT OWN BONES!

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CHAPTER ONE

Her fingers drummed against the arm rest, setting a rhythmic tapping into the otherwise silent room. His knee was bouncing up and down over and over again, irritating her beyond belief. The psychologist sat opposite the man and woman, observing them silently, not moving at all, just waiting for one of them to speak first, they always did. The anthropologist snaked out her hand and smacked the top of her partner's bouncing knee, stopping his movements instantly. Like clockwork, Sweets thought with a small grin.

"Sorry Bones." He murmured, sitting straighter and smoothing his jacket as she sighed.

"We go through the same routine every week Booth. You know it irritates me." They were facing each other now, ignoring the psychologist.

"I said that I was sorr-"

"Perhaps Agent Booth does it each week, because he knows it will elicit a response from you Dr Brennan. Albeit the same response each week." Sweets stopped as both of them turned towards him.

"Do you notice Bones, how he says that every week." Booth asked his partner, pulling out a poker chip from his pocket and twirling it in his fingers.

"Yes. I have seemed to notice how repetitive our sessions have gotten over the last few weeks." She replied thoughtfully. "But you do, do that thing with your leg every week, and you know it irritates me." He sighed and pocketed the chip.

"Well if each week weren't so boring then I wouldn't have to."

"Hey! Come on guys, each week isn't that boring." Sweets argued, sitting a little straighter in his seat. "Remember a few weeks ago when we did that new trust exercise-"

"Trust exercise?" Booth questioned thoughtfully, a frown on his forehead. "I don't remember any trust exercise."

"Oh come on. You guys both-" Brennan cut him off next.

"No, I don't seem to recall any trust exercise either." The woman faced her partner with a frown that mirrored his, as Sweets sighed.

"You guys got the call for that case with the-"

"Elephant suit and the bananas." Booth finished with a laugh. "That's right."

"That was a strange case." The anthropologist muttered with another frown, her mind skimming briefly over the case file.

"Are you kidding Bones?" Booth asked incredulously, turning to face her. "That was one of the most interesting cases we have ever solved."

"What? Booth, how did you come to that conclusion?"

"Ah, guys?" Sweets questioned, hoping to get their attention.

"Conclusion? It's not an essay Bones. I was just stating that I thought it was one of our more exciting cases." Booth countered her argument, one arm resting on the back of the couch.

"I never said it was an essay Booth." The anthropologist stated matter-factly. Sweets tried to cut in again.

"Excuse me, Dr Brennan? Agent Booth?" Neither of them payed the psychologist any attention and Brennan continued talking.

"I was just curious as to how you thought that case was one of our most interesting cases Booth, that's all." The Agent sighed, one eye brow raised.

"Seriously Bones. Elephant suit? Bananas? When is that not interesting?"

"Guys!" Sweets commanded, catching both their attentions. They turned to face the younger man simultaneously.

"What?" they questioned in unison, but quickly noticed that his eyes were focused not on them, but on something behind them.

"Deputy Director." Sweets greeted with a smile. "Welcome." Both partners turned to face the Deputy Director, Booth jumping up from the couch and turning to face his boss.

"Sir." He acknowledged formally.

"Agent Booth. Dr Brennan. Appropriate for you both to be arguing in your counselling session." He said with a nod in Booth's direction, who instantly apologised.

"Sorry sir." The Director shook his head but motioned for Booth to follow.

"We have a case for you." He said, before turning and speaking to the anthropologist.

"Dr Brennan, Agent Booth can fill you in on the details back at the Jeffersonian. Is that alright?" The anthropologist stood.

"It is, but shouldn't I go out onto the crime scene to begin the case?" she questioned, blue-grey eyes questioning Booth's boss. The Director shook his head.

"Not on this one Dr Brennan. It's been taken care of so far, but when I finish filling in Agent Booth, all the details well be passed onto you and the bodies and evidence sent to the Jeffersonian."

"But I really must-" she began, before she was cut off by the older man.

"Not on this case Dr Brennan." He said firmly, eyes hard as he spoke. "As I just said, Agent Booth will fill you in once he gets to the Jeffersonian. Do you understand?"

The anthropologist nodded once stubbornly, chin set at his condescending tone, but there was an underlying meaning to his words that she accepted, entirely ignoring the 'cut-throat' signals and shakes of the head that her partner was giving her.

"Yes sir." He nodded as Booth sighed in relief, he didn't need his partner to begin another shouting match with his boss. And definitely didn't need it to happen in front of Sweets. The agent nodded at his partner and motioned for the Deputy Director to move before him, who stopped at the door and eyed both Booth and Brennan.

"You both may need to prepare yourself for this one though. It won't be pretty." Booth nodded at his words, but his eyes caught that of his partner's, meeting her look.

"It never is sir."

Hope you enjoyed it. Please do not hold your breath waiting for the next chapter.... I am working on it. Hopefully by the end of this week. Again I hope you liked the startings of this fic. I appreciate all those that have reviewed!

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